Chapter 750: Chapter 288: Fusion (Two-in-One Mega Chapter)_3
He just couldn’t believe there was any connection between the two.
“Prince Meinya gave Lord Rein a Red Dragon Scale. The rest, well, I needn’t say more,” Stanley said lightly, watching Drack.
“What!” Drack couldn’t help but exclaim in shock, suddenly standing up.
Prince Meinya’s Red Dragon Scale wasn’t something given lightly.
Only those she truly admired could possibly receive one.
Throughout the entire empire, among the young people who owned this honor, there were only a few, and most of them were descendants of the royal family or its in-laws.
Now, if he were to eliminate this Rein, and the news reached Prince Meinya’s ears, the entire Orrenz family could be reduced to ashes by a dragon’s breath.
The next second, he immediately shouted toward the door, “Griffith, hurry and stop Griffis’s actions.”
A man dressed in a black tailcoat, resembling a butler, quickly walked in, puzzled and said, “Lord Drack, half a day ago Master Griffis had already headed for Meist.”
“He should have arrived by now, likely starting his action.”
“Quick! Contact him immediately, tell him to stop!”
“Stop?” The butler became even more confused.
“Yes! Go now!”
“As you mand, Lord Drack.” Seeing his master’s grim expression, the butler knew the matter was of great importance, slightly flustered, he hurriedly left.
“Drack, have you already sent someone?” Stanley also looked extremely grim.
“Then prepare to collect your man’s corpse!”
“Hmm? Stanley, do you have that much confidence in this Rein?” Drack, not seeing Stanley worried about Rein’s life or death, asked doubtfully.
“Of course, I believe Lord Rein won’t have any trouble.”
“However, you might be facing serious trouble!”
“Old classmate, I suggest you prepare generous pensation immediately; otherwise, not only you, but your brother, Marquis Orrenz, could be in big trouble later on.”
“Think it over well, I’m leaving now.”
“By the way, I was never here tonight.” After saying that, Stanley quickly left.
He had no intention of getting involved in this matter.
Rein was someone he should be making ties with instead.
After contemplating for a moment, Drack quickly picked up some paper and a feather pen and began writing briskly.
This was something he needed to discuss with his brother immediately.
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Near the provincial city of Mingster.
A small town named Barrington.
In the central area of the town, a middle-aged man dressed in a gray robe, who looked gentle and refined, holding a book, walked down the main street of the town with a smile.
“Clerk Officer Exeter, you’re working late tonight,” a plump auntie greeted warmly.
“Hello, Clerk Officer Exeter,” a child greeted respectfully.
“Yes, I just finished,” Exeter smiled, then turned to greet the little boy beside him, “Hello, Joey.”
…
Exeter, the middle-aged man, was the Clerk Officer of Barrington town.
The position of Clerk Officer is to assist the mayor in handling administrative duties, usually, there’s only one mayor in a small town, but there could be four or five clerks.
And the Clerk Officer is the one who manages these clerks.
When Exeter got back to his house at the north corner of the town, he saw a firm expression on his face, “Freeman, didn’t I tell you?
“Not to e here before midnight.”
“Great Priest, our mission has failed,” from a dark, unlit room, a somewhat disheveled figure emerged, it was Freeman who had hurriedly escaped from Meist.
At this moment, he had bloodstains at the corners of his eyes and forehead, his black robe was tattered, and his arm was wrapped in a bandage, still oozing blood.
He looked nothing like the spirited figure who had once awakened the ancient hero Mong, more like a beaten dog.
Exeter, seeing Freeman’s disheveled appearance, was taken aback!
He no longer pursued the fact that his deputy had broken his agreement and came to his residence in Barrington town before midnight.
“Black tea or Bordeaux?” Exeter gestured Freeman to sit down while walking towards the liquor cabinet.
“The mission failed? Freeman, which mission are you talking about?”
“All of them failed! Raksul is also dead,” Freeman said, quite disheartened.
Hearing this, Exeter’s hand also trembled slightly, causing a small amount of the amber-colored Bordeaux to spill, dripping next to the glass on the table.
“The Secret Snake Sect didn’t e?” Exeter placed the Bordeaux in front of Freeman while sitting on a nearby leather chair.
No, they came. The Legendary Earth Snake was successfully controlled, and they even helped us dig a tunnel leading to the center of Meist County Town,” Freeman knew what his Great Priest wanted to know.
If the mission had gone smoothly, he wouldn’t have wanted to e to his church’s Great Priest.
The man, since several years ago, hadn’t much managed the church affairs inside Mingster Province, delegating most of the church duties to him and another person.
Moreover, he spent most of his time here in this Barrington town, serving as a Clerk Officer.
At first, he thought the decision entirely absurd.
But it wasn’t until one instance when he got angry, that vast spiritual power made Freeman realize.
The man was aiming for a higher level.
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