The sudden change stunned everyone.
This Lin Ke, how dare he?!
One must know that nobles are taught manners, etiquette, rules, and refinent from a young age.
How could this Lin Ke be so reckless?!
This is a family council! All his elders!
Were his noble manners taught by fishn since childhood?!
Defying superiors!
Disregard for elders!
Lawless!
...
A tidal wave of emotions surged within the hearts of those in Azanen.
However, Lin Ke took a few large steps to stand firmly in front of the white-haired elder at the center, his pressure shield morphing in the air at his will, transforming into a few mbranes to rapidly slice across.
Fake Wind Blade—Pressure Blade!
And at this ti, there was no longer anyone sitting behind him, either standing or already prostrate.
Butler Billy, the strongest protective force left by Garoce at Azaenn Castle, is a level six [Butler].
He was soone who had gone to war with Garoce in the early years, far more formidable than the likes of Baron Sangdir.
Baron Sangdir, not to ntion a second or third-level professional, couldn’t even match Billy’s level.
Moreover...there are skills!
Skills aren’t sothing everyone can learn.
Thanks to Ove, Lin Ke could learn skills, even choose selectively, and even create his own under Ove’s guidance.
But what skills could a common small noble learn? Most rely on skills passed down through generations, with only a minority possessing so new ones, but generally just those.
The enjoynt of life has long dulled their innovative and exploratory spirit into re wastrels.
So destitute aristocrats even need to make a living by selling family-inherited skills.
Like Sangdir, relying probably more on magic than skills.
So when Lin Ke walked up to the elder in front, the elder, also a second-level professional, couldn’t utter a word.
Lin Ke slowly pressed a few pressure shield mbranes towards the elder’s throat, heart, hands, and feet.
"If you don’t get up now, then never stand again." Lin Ke’s voice was as cold as Naseng’s moonlit lake, chilling to the bone.
The elder felt the pressure on his body, his neck turned red, eyes wide with disbelief: "You...you dare kill ?"
Previously, Lin Ke did not kill Puxin because, in an orderly society, everything must be orderly.
Moreover, Ove hadn’t joined Azanen back then, belonging to outsiders who would be besieged and eradicated by forces across the continent if acted upon.
But now...
Lin Ke sneered: "In chaotic tis, severe laws are needed... Never mind, what does an old dog know?"
With that, Lin Ke carelessly shifted his gaze to the wall behind the seats, just past it below were the nobles.
Only the elder’s pressure shield grew tighter, while those who appeared like guards and housekeepers behind the elder dared not make a move.
Even an elder professional was helpless against Lin Ke; how could these two ordinary people dare to step forward?
So they exchanged a glance and collapsed as if exhausted and overly shocked.
"...Forget it, I’m out of patience..." Lin Ke retrieved his gaze, raising his right hand to prepare a swing.
The elder’s pupils shrank, his body trembled violently, hastily shouting with panic: "Wait! Garoce’s boy, you win!"
Lin Ke was too lazy to listen, considering Azanen’s scheming tumor, keeping him would only bring harm.
The elder saw the coldness in Lin Ke’s eyes, even those behind Lin Ke sensed his murderous intent.
This Lin Ke was going to kill!
Those old n who had been trembling, preparing to verbally assault Lin Ke, looked down at their feet like quails in an instant, speechless.
While Fulon, standing at the door, turned her head away with a reluctant expression before gritting her teeth, raising her head swiftly to face the bloodshed head-on.
Her son was bearing this heavy burden, how could she fear a little blood!
Fear not, Fulon, Little Lin Ke inherited Garoce’s bloodline, the finest in Azanen, you must not let Little Lin Ke get distracted, don’t affect his judgnt... Fulon murmured to herself inside.
Thus, Fulon’s gaze beca more determined.
And just when everyone thought blood would spill on the spot, when the elder was already ashen-faced...
Everyone saw Lin Ke freeze.
It wasn’t a conscious stop, but a sudden immobilization.
Then these "quails" saw the elder curl his entire body into a ball, like a ball, bouncing off the chair to the crowd.
Skill—Slick!
He actually used a skill, and it was an escape skill.
The elder lay panting on the ground, eyes full of fear looking at Lin Ke, his neat beard now in disarray.
The elder’s series of actions were his escape skills.
However, Lin Ke did not care about the elder’s embarrassnt at this mont but directly sat in a position, head tilted to the right, supported by the right hand, eyes staring at the ground.
Butler Billy understood this as a sign of Lin Ke thinking; thus, he quietly stood behind Lin Ke’s position.
For a while, the entire reception room was silent.
The few elders stood up from the ground, having recovered from the shock of the conflict.
The lead elder looked at Lin Ke with secret annoyance, his eyes exchanging glances with a few other elders around, opened their mouths despite Butler Billy’s warning gaze:
"Rude Lin Ke, you don’t deserve to be a noble! I now invoke a vote in the na of Azanen’s Family Council’s Great Elder! Strip you of your status as Viscount of Azanen’s heir and expel you from..."
The Great Elder’s voice rose and fell, skillfully using the noble skills he developed since childhood.
His tone carried four parts arrogance, three parts anger, two parts indifference, and one part grief.
The expressions of a few other family elders also began to beco haughty over the Great Elder’s impassioned voice.
This was a realm they were familiar with!
Using power to elevate their image and then use their grandiose image to crush those who would resist.
The Great Elder felt it was dangerous to face Lin Ke alone earlier, but now he felt a sense of security returning to the group.
"Kill."
However, just as the Great Elder was announcing passionately, Lin Ke’s cold and calm voice instantly suppressed the Great Elder: "Also, don’t let the guests see."
"Yes, young master." Butler Billy bowed with a smile, and in an instant, dashed out the door.
As the Great Elder’s body started involuntarily convulsing, like a maidservant learning noble etiquette for the first ti, stealthily following behind Butler Billy.
If not for the sheer terror in the Great Elder’s eyes and the sudden lack of voice from his throat, everyone might have thought the Great Elder was willing.
[Butler] Skill—Training!
Seeing Lin Ke’s ruthlessness, others were greatly shocked.
"I hate people disturbing my thoughts the most." Lin Ke’s eyes, deep and unwavering as a well, swept over the gathered assortnt of people.
His tone was icy: "From now on, I declare that all military power will be unified under the managent of Azaenn Castle, and only 50-300 guards may be maintained within noble territories!"
As soon as these words were spoken, all the nobles in the reception room were in uproar.
Taking back military power?
How dare he?!
What these nobles didn’t know was that Lin Ke’s heart had sunk to its nadir.
Because he originally thought the system’s next mission would be released months later, when Garoce returned.
Who would have thought, just now, he suddenly received a mission.
[Ergency Task: The ancient faith falls, devout apostles begin the path of revenge, war is approaching, Azanen will be the first station of revenge! As King of Azanen, you need to make your own decision!]
And below, there were three [tips], seemingly representing three choices to complete this mission.
[Choice One: The lord’s territory is sacred and inviolable]
Tip: Beco a competent lord, use your superb managent skills, recruit enough professionals to guard the frontier for you, and through marriage, manipulation, deceit, threats, alliances, etc., gather more nobles to join your line, making you the uncrowned king.
Reward: [Politician] occupational compensation.
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