Chapter 45: A Dark and Windy Night

“Understood!” Old Xie’s brain worked so well that he understood everything immediately. Clearly, this was a trap jointly designed by the current Queen and Little Steven’s Stepmother. They first used their influence to arrange the engagement, and then planned to kill Little Steven and tempt the Eldest Princess to have an affair.

In this way, the Queen could clear the obstacles for her son to inherit the Throne, and Little Steven’s Stepmother could also remove the thorn in her side, allowing her own son to inherit the Steven Family’s vast property. It was truly a brilliant move that killed two birds with one stone. No wonder they would force such a beauty on Little Steven. Hehe, if not for Old Xie, their conspiracy would have almost succeeded. But now, it seemed to have benefited Old Xie, letting him pick up a beautiful wife for free.

Thinking of this, Old Xie’s mood immediately improved. He secretly laughed in his heart, alright, Little Steven, since I have taken over your identity, I have also inherited your grudges. Stepmother, Queen, I will handle them all for you. Of course, your Princess wife can’t be wasted either. I promise to take good care of her for you, hehe!

Next, Old Xie asked curiously, “Then where is the Eldest Princess now? How is her relationship with, oh, ‘me’?”

“The Eldest Princess treats you quite well!” Chris Chen immediately said with regret, “It is just a pity that she is currently cultivating with her Teacher. If she were at the Academy, who would dare bully you?”

“Is that so!” Old Xie nodded and did not continue asking. Instead, he officially began to enjoy the food in front of him. This meal lasted a full two hours. Old Xie ate very happily and even drank a few bottles of good wine.

After the meal, Old Xie asked Chris Chen to settle the bill. The meal cost 78 Gold Coins, which made Chris Chen so distressed he nearly fainted. Old Xie, however, remained indifferent, smiling and praising the food, saying he would come often. The Hotel Manager was alarmed and hurriedly presented a VIP card to win over this God of Wealth.

Returning to his small nest in the Duke’s Mansion, the sky had already darkened. In this era, there was no television or internet. Even for nobles, after dark, they could at most dance to relieve boredom. Old Xie clearly had no interest in that. He directly waved his hand to dismiss the Old Steward with a worried face, then went to wash and sleep.

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It was a dark and windy night, gloomy and terrifying. In the Imperial Capital of the Griffin Kingdom, in the busiest commercial district, a tall black figure appeared and disappeared. He moved at extremely high speed, agilely shuttling between buildings, appearing even more nimble than a monkey in the jungle.

Because he was entirely clad in black and moved quickly and silently, the already sparse night patrol guards failed to notice him at all.

After a burst of movement, this person arrived in front of a very luxurious storefront in the commercial district. Upon closer inspection, one would discover that this was the Magic shop Old Xie had visited during the day, belonging to the Augustus Family.

This person stopped very abruptly in front of the shop. Only after he stopped did his strange figure reveal itself. It turned out that this person was over two meters tall, dressed in black from head to toe, even his face was covered, just like a ninja in black. The most bizarre thing was his exposed arms. Good heavens, they were so long they could almost touch the ground, and as thick as thighs. They looked just like a gorilla’s.

After stopping, he first looked up and down at the environment. Once he confirmed he had not found the wrong place, he immediately began to act. He saw him take an arrow step forward and fly up with a heavy kick on the big door. A loud bang was heard, and the exquisite yet sturdy heavy wooden door was kicked into several pieces on the spot. Then he rushed in.

It was late at night, around one or two o’clock. In the main hall, a gatekeeper was sleeping soundly. After the loud bang, he was immediately awakened and sat up in fright. But before his sleepy eyes could see the situation clearly, a black shadow quickly rushed in front of him.

“Where is the warehouse?” that person asked sternly in a very strange tone.

This person’s words clearly contained a strange mental impact. This powerless gatekeeper was directly controlled by the voice, so he said involuntarily, “The warehouse is in the basement of the back courtyard. The entrance to the basement is in the shortest bungalow.”

“Hehe, very good!” After saying that with a smile, the man did not kill him, because there was no need. A person hit by the Soul-Bewitching Art would certainly become an idiot, so there was no need to worry about him leaking anything. So to save time, he turned his head and rushed inside.

At this time, everyone in the shop was alarmed. Whether it was the Manager in charge or the guards here, they were all awakened by the loud bang. They rushed out of their quarters in disarray, some even holding swords and sabers.

A few people blocked the path where the man entered. The man was not polite. All those who blocked the way were sent flying with a single punch each. These so-called guards were like straw; struck by the man’s terrifying fists, they were sent into the air. After smashing into who knows how many things, they fell to the ground, all of them corpses.

Seeing such a terrifying killer appear here, everyone who saw him was scared witless, crying for their parents, wetting themselves in fear. They shouted and fled in all directions.

The man could not be bothered to chase them. He did not come here to kill, but to rob. So he went straight for the warehouse. Following the gatekeeper’s instructions, he quickly found the target in the back courtyard. There was no helping it; the target was too conspicuous. The other rooms were spacious and bright, designed for comfort. Only one small house was built like a bunker, with no windows at all. Not only was it fully sealed, but the door was also made of iron. Clearly, this was the most heavily guarded place.

Thus, the man found it easily. He rushed to the door, and regardless of how thick the iron door was, he exhaled and shouted, smashing a fierce punch onto it. Then, a loud clang was heard, a deafening noise. The reinforced iron door, a full inch thick, was actually punched away. Although the door did not shatter, there was a terrifying dent in the middle, with cracks radiating from it. It showed how terrifying the power of this punch was.

After knocking the door away, the man immediately rushed in. He swept his eyes around and quickly found the entrance to the basement. It was a hidden door concealed in the ground. It was originally designed to be hidden, but the users were clearly too careless. Due to years of opening it, they left smooth traces on the handle, instantly exposing the target. The man reached out, grabbed the handle, and pulled hard, directly breaking the hidden latch inside, revealing a downward passage.

The passage was short. After a few turns, a door made entirely of Refined Steel appeared. The man slapped it hard. After a loud noise, it only left a dent nearly an inch deep. Although it shook the entire basement, the door did not open.