Chapter 340
Yuna said, “The Cult Master has always been in Capitalia. You just didn’t kn
Yuna’s words, laced with sarcasm, stabbed at the Black clothed man, leaving him soothing with frustration.
It seemed she knew more than he thought.
He was seething with resentment, but for now, he saw no need to go against her.
“What’s your next move?” the black–clothed man asked.
Yuna chuckled. “Are you just asking, or are you actually seeking my advice?*
“Yuna!”
Yuna sneered coldly. “After last night’s events, I’m clearly more valuable than you. If you still can’t read the situation, you’d better retire to the countryside before it’s too late.”
The black–clothed man took a deep breath, so angry he could have spat blood.
But in the end, the black–clothed man forced himself to calm down.
With his mission failing, this was precisely when the Cult Master was most likely to cast him aside. Indeed, it wasn’t wise to provoke any further conflict
with her.
He said, “Since you’re keeping me here, you must have a use for me. Just tell me what you need. We can work together.”
Yuna’s smile finally faded. “Excellent! My target is Prince Leon. Either we take him down or destroy him. With your unique position in Capitalia, you just need to back me up. I’ll handle the rest.”
In this raid, they seized eleven thunder grenades, a pile of saltpeter gunpowder for making them, and three barrels of flammable oil.
Among those arrested, three were directly involved in making thunder grenades.
The Royal Guard handed the captives over to Lincoln, so he developed a slight goodwill toward Garbisch and Jessica.
These three individuals were of immense importance to many. Should such rare talents fall into the hands of those with ulterior motives, it would undoubtedly plunge everything into chaos.
“Mr. Moore’s intention is clear. These prisoners must remain confined in the High Court prison until the King issues further directives,” Nolan relayed Garbisch’s message.
Nolan looked a bit puzzled. “Garbisch said the Imperial Censorate might try to take the prisoners. Should we intervene?”
“Let’s not meddle in this. It’s a matter for the various royal factions.” Jessica waved the topic aside, not wanting to discuss it. “Where is Garbisch? is he staying at the palace tonight?”
Nolan replied cautiously, “We’re still in the dark about Princess Elsie. Garbisch hasn’t come out since then, but… rumor has it things aren’t looking good.”
“Even you don’t know?” Jessica’s eyes widened in astonishment.
After a moment’s thought, she said, “I’ll go take a look later. Go ahead and get back to your work.”
“Okay,” Nolan replied.
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Chapter 340
Only after Nolan had left did Jessica stop inside.
The moment Jessica stepped inside, she froze in complete disbelief at the sight before her.
Jessica gasped, “What… what happened here?” When had her bedchamber turned into this?
Replacing the large desk was one thing, but why all these additions? Bookshelves, cabinets, scholar’s fools, even stacks of letters piled atop the desk
itself.
And there sat the culprit behind this drastic transformation, Leon, comfortably behind the desk, poring over official documents.
Jessica frowned, feeling a strong urge to scold him. But the moment Leon saw her come in, he immediately set down his pen, his face breaking into a joyful smile.
The words died on Jessica’s lips.
Leon beamed, “Jessica, you’re back! I’ve been waiting for you for ages! Are you hungry? I had someone prepare some pastries for you!
To Jessica, Leon looked just like a devoted wife eagerly awaiting her husband’s return.
Jessica remained silent, so Leon called out, “Someone, come here!”
Shawn appeared in a flash, as if he’d been standing by all day, and before anyone could blink, he had servants deliver a table full of pastries.
It was clearly all premeditated, an entire spread of her favorite pastries.
Leon gently took her hand and led her to the table. “Here, wipe your hands first, then try some.”
Jessica let out a sigh and gave Leon a look. “Your Highness, your injuries have healed quite well, haven’t they?”
Her subtext was clear enough. He ought to leave.
AD
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