Chapter 1066

After parting ways with Boston, Jovian checked into a nearby hotel to await the good news.

Boston wasted no time. After changing into a fresh set of clothes, he headed to the castle to deliver a letter of introduction. But when he arrived, he was stunned by what he saw.

The gates of the West Lucozian monarchy had already gathered quite a few people, and among them were several figures he immediately recognized. These included Huxley Thatcher, the Commander of the Militia; Warrick Prescott, the Major General of the State Guard; and Percival Wentworth, the Chancellor of the National Academy.

These three were first-ranking officials. In West Lucozia, they were nothing short of kingmakers who wielded immense power and influence.

Warrick, in particular, was two ranks above Boston. Hence, he felt the need to be cautious in his presence and was eager not to make a bad impression.

Alongside these three prominent figures, several second- and third-ranking officials also stood in line at the entrance.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that any one of them held more power and influence than Boston.

“My gosh, is today some important day or something? Why else would so many big shots be here at the same time?”

Boston felt a chill run down his spine as unease gripped him. His earlier surge of confidence had completely dissolved into nervous apprehension.

To others, his position as a third-ranking official made him someone of significant standing. But compared to the elites, he was just a minor player at the gates.

Most of the time, he merely showed up to stay on their radar, played the game, and made sure they remembered his name. When it came to having any real influence, he was little more than an onlooker.

At that moment, the red gates of the castle were tightly shut, and everyone was waiting anxiously outside. Several first-ranking officials occasionally peered through the narrow gaps in the door, but the guards didn’t stop them. As long as no one tried to force their way in, they simply acted as if they didn’t see anything.

“What’s the deal with the prince today? We’ve been standing out here forever. Does he really plan on keeping us all waiting?” Warrick muttered, pacing back and forth, visibly anxious.

“Exactly! I’m not as young as I used to be. Standing out here under this blazing sun is giving me a headache. I can’t bear it much longer,” Percival grumbled.

“Alright, gentlemen. The prince said he’s got important business at home today and isn’t taking visitors. You might as well head back,” Huxley urged them.

“Hmph! Telling us to leave? Why aren’t you leaving, then?” Warrick shot back.

“Come on, we’ve all been around the block a few times. Don’t think we don’t see through your games. I see through you but don’t even care enough to call you out.” Percival rolled his eyes.

He had come on Tristan’s behalf to gather intel on the situation. Meanwhile, Huxley had some kind of deal with Nathaniel. And as for Warrick, he owed Matthias a favor.

The three had the same goal, but their loyalties pulled them in different directions.

“Calm down, gentlemen. Let’s face it-the prince has probably figured out why we’re here and wants no part of this mess. Standing around here is getting us nowhere. Why don’t we find a place to grab some food and a few drinks instead?”

Huxley suggested, flashing his usual grin.

“Get lost! I’m not in the mood for anything right now. If you want to eat, go on your own.” Warrick snapped, looking annoyed.

“I’m not going either,” Percival refused flatly. “I’m on a health regimen these days -only tea, no alcohol.”

“Fine. If you’re going to wait, then keep waiting. I won’t be sticking around.” Huxley forced a smile and acted like he was about to leave.

But as he turned, he almost bumped into Boston, who was approaching from the other direction.

“Sorry, Sir Thatcher! I hope I didn’t startle you.”

Since he was surrounded by so many high-ranking officials, Boston was already on edge. He had momentarily spaced out and almost caused a mishap by running into Huxley, which left him flustered and a bit tongue-tied.

Unlike the other generals, Boston didn’t come from an influential background or have any powerful connections. He had worked his way up from the bottom, and the last thing he wanted was to offend Huxley and risk losing everything he had fought so hard for.

Huxley frowned momentarily but quickly relaxed. He smiled and said, “It’s alright. You seem to be in a rush. Is something bothering you? Feel free to talk about it.”

A third-ranking official wasn’t a small fry. With another promotion, Boston would be able to become Huxley’s right-hand man. So, Huxley felt that offering a smile and extending a favor wouldn’t hurt.

“I’ve come to discuss something important with the prince, but I didn’t anticipate such an esteemed gathering. My apologies,” Boston said, forcing a smile.

“Oh? You’re also here to see the prince? How coincidental, we’re all here for that as well.” Huxley smiled.

“Who do you think you are, showing up here? Get lost!” Warrick growled.

His words made Boston freeze. He quickly nodded. “Y-Yes, I didn’t realize you were all having such an important discussion. I’ll… leave right away.”

He was about to make a quick exit, but Huxley raised a hand to stop him. “Don’t worry. Now that you’re here, you might as well stay.”

He then glanced at Warrick and smiled. ” Mr. Prescott, this man is your subordinate. He hasn’t done anything wrong. Why are you so harsh?

“Let him explain himself-what if he’s got some urgent military matter to report? If you send him away and it turns out to be important, you’ll be in trouble when the prince finds out.”

“Hmph! If you have something to say, just say it. Otherwise, you can take your nonsense elsewhere,” Warrick grumbled.

“R-Right,” Boston stammered. “It’s just that… Mr. Jovian from the Ballard family is visiting West Lucozia today, and he asked me to deliver a letter and request a meeting with the prince.”

After hearing that, the surrounding people burst into laughter.

“Mr. Jovian from the Ballard family? Never heard of him. He should just go back to wherever he came from!” Warrick said sharply.

If Simon had been here, he would have shown some respect. But Jovian was a spoiled brat, raised on his family’s wealth, so Warrick didn’t take him seriously.

“Hey! What do you think the West Lucozian monarchy is, huh? Do you think just any Tom, Dick, and Harry can waltz in? Ridiculous!” Percival scoffed.

The three first-ranking officials were still waiting outside, while some nobody-who probably came from some corner of nowhere thought he could come in and see the prince. It was absurd.

“Get lost! Stop embarrassing yourself. Just looking at you irritates me!” Warrick ordered Bolton to leave.

“Yes… yes. I’m leaving now.” Boston was sweating profusely and didn’t dare to wipe it off. He bowed his head and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, the castle’s red gate creaked open.

When the castle’s gate swung open, every eye turned toward the entrance. Under the watchful gaze of the crowd, Austin strode out with his two guards. His posture exuded confidence and authority.

“Your Highness!”

The gathered officials instantly rushed forward to greet him. Grins spread across their faces as if they couldn’t wait to please him. Whether it was Huxley, Percival, or Warrick, all wore the same ingratiating expression.

After all, Austin was the infamous hellraiser. Though he had reined himself over the past two years, his past reputation still loomed over them.

At least Rufus could be reasoned with. But Austin? He was a wild card-utterly unpredictable, like a ticking time bomb. Every last one of them had suffered his wrath before.

Percival approached with a flattering smile. “Your Highness, you finally come out. I have something important to discuss with you. If you’d be so kind as to listen-”

Before he could finish his sentence, he was dismissed by Austin, who found him a nuisance and pushed him aside.

“Out of my way!”

Percival’s frail body swayed dangerously as he struggled to regain his balance.

“Mr. Wentworth, there’s a proper order to things. His Highness has always been reasonable. He won’t tolerate your bad habits.” Warrick sneered as he quickly stepped forward. “Your Highness-”

Warrick opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a single word, Austin cut him off, “Mind your own business.”

The smile on Warrick’s face immediately faltered and was replaced by a look of pure confusion.

What just happened? He wasn’t expecting that kind of dismissal. Was Austin in a bad mood?

Seeing both men put in their place, Huxley glanced around and wisely kept his mouth shut. After all, it would have been awkward to get reprimanded for no reason.

“Who just said they were here to deliver a letter on behalf of the Ballard family?”

Austin walked toward the crowd, and his eyes swept across the gathered faces.

The moment he spoke, everyone’s attention shifted to Boston. If they remembered correctly, the Ballard family sent this third-ranking official as their messenger.

Boston swallowed nervously, and his unease grew by the second. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead as his mind raced.

Given Austin’s imposing presence, was there a grudge against the Ballard family? Had Boston just walked right into a trap by delivering their letter? This was bad. It felt like today was his unlucky day.

“Hey! I’m asking you guys-who’s here to deliver the Ballard family’s letter?” Austin repeated.

“I-It’s me…” Boston stammered and raised his trembling hand. At that point, denying it was no longer an option.

“You don’t look familiar.” Austin stepped closer. He gave Boston a quick once-over and said coolly, “But whatever. Come with me.”

With that, he turned and walked toward the castle.

“Huh?” Caught off guard, Boston froze in place.

Wasn’t he about to be called out? Why was he being invited inside the castle?

It wasn’t just Boston-every other high-ranking official exchanged confused glances and wondered what had just happened. They had been waiting forever without a chance to speak.

Instead, a third-ranking official, who had just shown up, was invited into the castle before them. It was utterly perplexing. With their experience, status, background, and loyalty, there was no reason Boston should have been prioritized over them.

Seeing Boston stand there motionless, Austin stopped at the gate. He turned and shouted at him, “Hey, what are you standing there for? Get inside already, or should I call for a sedan chair?”

“Oh! I’m coming.” Boston snapped out of his daze. He nodded as he hurried forward. He still had no idea what was happening, but it didn’t seem like a bad turn of events.

As long as he could meet with the prince and make his case, he didn’t care what came next. At least he could say he had tried.

When Boston stepped inside the castle with Austin, the big red gate slammed shut behind them.

Outside, the other officials-including Huxley, Percival, and Warrick-stood in stunned silence. After a few moments, the tension broke, and a flurry of voices erupted.

“What’s going on with Sir Austin? We’ve been waiting out here for half a day, and he completely ignores us. Instead, he let some low-ranking officer in. Is he deliberately humiliating us?” Percival fumed, and his face flushed with anger.

Though he was a civil official, Percival’s rank, influence, and status placed him among the most influential figures in all of West Lucozia. Even the prince himself would show him the utmost respect.

After traveling all this way to the castle, he had been met with nothing but a cold shoulder. Sure, being made to wait was one thing-everyone had to endure it, and no one was thrilled about it. But that was understandable.

What he couldn’t stand, however, was the sight of a lowly third-ranking official walking right in while he was left outside. How could he not take that personally?

“What is the prince up to?” Warrick frowned.

Everyone else had been kept outside, yet some unknown low-ranking official had been granted entry. It didn’t make sense.

“The Ballard family… Jovian… now this is interesting,” Huxley said with a smirk. He had picked up on the key detail in the earlier conversation.

When Austin learned that the messenger had come on behalf of the Ballard family, he decided to open the gates to welcome him. In other words, Boston had been allowed in not because of his rank but because of the Ballard family’s influence.

But that only raised more questions-if the West Lucozian monarchy could afford to disregard even the royal family, why were they offering special treatment to the Ballards, who were on the other side of the continent? What was really happening here?

Chapter 1067

After stepping into the castle, Boston felt a knot in his stomach. He had been here before, but only for official matters.

He was always escorted by guards or attendants, but this time, Austin himself had led him inside. Boston felt both honored and somewhat overwhelmed. Since when had he earned such treatment?

Austin had brushed off higher-ranking officials, so why was he showing him so much attention? Was it because his shiny bald head made him stand out? He had no answers, only a growing curiosity as he followed Austin into the meeting room.

“Sit.” After Austin sat at the head of the table, he raised his hand and gestured for Boston to do the same.

“No… no need. I’ll just stand.” Boston smiled awkwardly.

“Just sit down. Why are you so nervous? I won’t bite,” Austin said in a dismissive tone.

“Y-Yes, Your Highness.” Boston didn’t dare refuse again and obediently took a seat. He was six feet three inches tall, yet he looked like a startled rabbit. He sat up straight and didn’t dare to move an inch.

Austin waved his hand. “Someone bring the tea.”

An attendant quickly brought over a pot of fragrant tea and poured a cup for Boston.

“Thank you for the tea, Your Highness.” Boston hastily picked up the cup and took a sip.

The tea was scalding, and though he dared not complain, he couldn’t help but wince. He forced himself to swallow, steam escaping from his mouth and nose in a visible puff.

“What’s your name?” Austin asked casually.

“My name is Boston Graham, Your Highness. I serve in the military, and I’m 40 years old. I have a pair of twins…”

Boston answered. He rushed through the details to avoid leaving anything out. He didn’t want to give Austin any reason to doubt him.

“Boston, right? I heard you know Jovian from the Ballard family?” Austin asked.

Boston nodded. “I do, Your Highness. I have known Jovian for a long time. He arrived in West Lucozia this morning, and I personally welcomed him.”

“So, where is he now?”

“He’s probably resting at the hotel.”

“Call him. Tell him to come to the castle. If he has anything to discuss, he can speak to me,” Austin said nonchalantly.

“Are you going to meet with Jovian personally, Your Highness?” Boston was taken aback.

“Why not? A distinguished guest like him deserves a warm welcome,” Austin replied indifferently.

“Very well. I’ll call him now.” Boston smiled with relief.

But just as he reached for his phone, Austin raised his hand to stop him. “Hold on! Take a few men with you and make sure he gets here safely.”

Boston quickly caught on. “Are you concerned someone might be plotting against him, Your Highness?”

After all, Austin had turned away many higher-ranking officials, yet he chose to extend such a welcome to Jovian. That could make others jealous and lead to trouble.

“Just do your job. Don’t ask questions,” Austin said without elaborating. He ordered two of his bodyguards to escort Boston out the back.

Representatives from various factions in Oakvale recently arrived in West Lucozia. These groups were rivals, so there was always a chance for underhanded tactics. Austin needed to ensure Jovian’s safety. Otherwise, he would never hear the end of it from Dustin.

Boston left through the castle’s back entrance and entered the designated car. Less than half an hour later, they arrived at the hotel where Jovian was staying.

At that moment, Jovian had just been getting ready to nap but was jolted awake by the doorbell.

When he opened the door, he found Boston, accompanied by two imposing bodyguards.

“Boston, you’re sweating buckets. What happened?” Jovian looked confused.

“I don’t have time to explain. Hurry up and come with me. Sir Austin wants to see you. “Boston grabbed Jovian’s wrist and pulled him forward.

“Sir Austin wants to see me? So, you managed to pull some strings?” Jovian’s face lit up. “Damn, Boston. I didn’t think you’d get it done this fast. That’s impressive.”

He thought he’d have to wait a day or two, but it was done in just two hours. It was much faster than he’d anticipated. It was clear Boston had really put in the effort.

Boston coughed awkwardly. “I didn’t do much. Sir Austin is doing this out of respect for your family. I’m just the messenger.” He looked a little embarrassed at the praise.

He had nearly backed out when faced with the pressure from those big shots earlier. Without Austin’s direct intervention, he never would have made it past the castle gates.

“Ha! You’re something else, Boston. You’re just too modest!” Jovian shook his head with a smile.

The Ballard family might have some influence in Oakvale, but in West Lucozia, they wouldn’t even rank among the small-time players. Whatever power and influence they had back in Oakvale meant nothing here.

Jovian knew it was Boston’s connections that had made this happen.

“Alright, enough about that. Sir Austin is waiting for us at the castle. Let’s not keep him waiting.” Boston’s face flushed slightly as he hurried to change the subject.

They left the hotel and got into the car. Less than half an hour later, they were back at the castle. Fortunately, there were no incidents on the way.

It was likely thanks to the castle’s personal escort ensuring their safe passage. If they had been in Boston’s car, things might have been different.

Once they arrived, they entered through the back entrance. The castle guards led them to the meeting room. Before they could even step inside, Austin greeted them with a bright smile.

“My name is Jovian Ballard. I am honored to meet you, Your High-” Jovian began to bow, but Austin reached out and stopped him.

“Mr. Jovian, what are you doing? There’s no need for that. Hurry inside and have a seat.”

“Huh?”

The casual way Austin called him by his name left Jovian completely stunned.

Austin smiled brightly as he ushered Jovian into the meeting room with surprising enthusiasm.

Jovian looked confused and somewhat unprepared. Before entering, he had already imagined many possible scenarios for their meeting.

He had mentally prepared for a range of reactions from Austin-whether he would be ignored, faced with cold indifference, or dealt with arrogance. He was ready for any of those. After all, the rumors about Austin painted him as a “hellraiser” who did whatever he pleased.

But, to his surprise, Austin didn’t give him any trouble at all. Instead, he was giving him a warm reception, which left him utterly confused.

Something felt off. He couldn’t make sense of Austin’s sudden warmth, and he had no idea what game he was playing.

“Bring the tea!” After inviting Jovian to sit, Austin gestured for the attendant to serve the tea.

The drink was a rare specialty from West Lucozia, a premium elixir tea not sold to the public but reserved for high-ranking officials. Its black market value was nearly a million per ounce, and demand far outstripped supply.

Compared to the tea Boston had been served earlier, the quality of this one was on a whole other level.

Once the tea was brewed, a rich, fragrant aroma filled the air and quickly spread throughout the meeting room. Just a single breath of it was enough to leave anyone feeling refreshed and alert.

Though Jovian wasn’t particularly fond of tea, he knew enough to recognize its quality, and this was clearly no ordinary brew. Austin’s attention to detail in offering such tea showed how much he valued this meeting.

“Mr. Jovian, even though this is our first meeting, I’ve heard so much about you. I’ve always looked up to you as a role model and tried to follow your example in my own pursuits.”

Austin wasted no time, immediately heaping on the compliments. After all, Dustin had personally instructed him to handle this matter, and he had to make sure it was done right.

Though it was unexpected, Jovian still maintained a polite smile. “Your Highness, you flatter me. I’m just an ordinary general officer and not worthy of your attention.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself,” Austin said earnestly. “Who doesn’t know about the three heroes of the Ballard family? The eldest in politics, the second in business, and the third in the military. Each of you shines in your own field.

“Take three years ago, for example-when you led 800 elite troops to wipe out 3,000 rebels in Mount Cloudcrest. That feat made waves across the whole region. It was an achievement worthy of respect.”

Jovian raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Oh? I didn’t expect you to know about this, Your Highness.”

He had thought Austin was just being polite with the usual pleasantries, but it seemed he actually knew about his past accomplishments.

The Mount Cloudcrest counterinsurgency operation was one of Jovian’s few standout moments. After that battle, his reputation had risen significantly.

“I’ve always regarded you as my role model. I’m not saying I know every detail of your accomplishments, but I’m certainly familiar with them. Your remarkable achievements have earned you my deep admiration,” Austin said with a smile.

While Boston stepped out to pick up Jovian, Austin had already used his intelligence network to conduct a thorough background check.

Jovian hadn’t accomplished much in his life. Aside from the Mount Cloudcrest counterinsurgency operation, there wasn’t much worth mentioning. Austin naturally had to exaggerate a little to make a good impression.

Jovian laughed heartily. “I never expected you to be such a man of character, Your Highness.” He was so pleased with the compliments that his face was filled with pride that he couldn’t hide it.

In the past, whenever he went, he relied on the Ballard family name to open doors. But today, his charm and charisma had won Austin’s admiration. If word of this got out, it would be the talk of the town for a year.

“Of course! I don’t have many hobbies, but one of my favorites is meeting heroes like you. Having someone like Mr. Jovian visiting my humble home is a great honor, “Austin continued to flatter.

Jovian grinned from ear to ear. He was practically charmed out of his skin. “You flatter me, Your Highness.”

Who said Austin was a hellraiser? He was amazing.

“Mr. Jovian, since you’re here, why don’t you stay with us for a while? Let’s have a drink tonight,” Austin offered.

“I’d be happy to join you for a drink, Your Highness. But before we do that, I have a matter I’d like to discuss with the Prince. I wonder if you would make an introduction, Your Highness?” Though Jovian was flattered by the praise, he didn’t forget his reason for being there.

“If it were any other request, I’d be happy to help, but this… I’m afraid I can’t.” Austin shook his head.

“Is His Highness not available to meet with me?” Jovian asked tentatively.

“It’s not just you, Mr. Jovian. My father is recovering right now, and he’s not seeing anyone for a while-not even me.” Austin looked helpless.

“I see.” Jovian nodded thoughtfully.

“But you don’t need to see my father. Currently, I’m in charge of the whole West Lucozia. Whatever you need, just tell me directly,” Austin explained.

Before his retreat for recuperation, Rufus had handed over all his authority to Austin. Now, whatever he decided to do, no one could stop him and oppose his decisions.

“Your Highness, you’re truly a man of both skill and wisdom. You’re more than capable of taking the lead now,” Jovian acknowledged with a respectful nod. Then, he asked cautiously, “May I inquire, Your Highness, are you aware of the current situation in Oakvale?”

“You mean the reigning king is dying, and there’s an urgent need for a successor, right?” Austin asked bluntly, not mincing his words.

Jovian and Boston exchanged surprised glances at his directness.

“Your Highness! Please mind your words,” Jovian quickly cautioned. He glanced around nervously, as if afraid someone might be eavesdropping.

Speculating on Valon’s fate in private was an act of grave disrespect. If someone with a hidden agenda spread this information, a ruined reputation would be the least of their concerns-what came after would be far worse.

“Relax, Mr. Jovian. We’re in West Lucozia, not Oakvale. Here, we can say whatever we want without worry.” Austin smiled faintly, showing no concern.

These were well-known facts, so what was the harm in saying them out loud? Keeping quiet wouldn’t change a thing, anyway. What a joke.

“Ahem… perhaps I was overthinking it.” Jovian let out an awkward chuckle. He knew Austin wasn’t wrong, but his cautious nature kept him from discussing Valon’s affairs too openly.

“Honestly, a lot of people have been showing up in West Lucozia lately. There’s a whole group standing outside right now, and they’re all here for the same reason as you.

“They’re trying to figure out whether we have any hidden ambitions and whether we’ll interfere with Oakvale’s affairs.” Austin took a sip of tea and deliberately paused for effect.

“Oh? And have you given them an answer, Your Highness?” Jovian asked tentatively.

“An answer? Hell no!” Austin sneered. “I haven’t given those people outside a second thought. Who do they think they are? Do they even have the right to probe us?”

Jovian shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Well, you’re different,” Austin continued smoothly. “You’re a distinguished guest of our family. Those nobodies outside aren’t even worth comparing to you.”

Jovian didn’t know how to respond. He could only smile awkwardly.

Austin added, “Honestly, who rises to power and claims the throne in Oakvale has nothing to do with us. Even if blood spills in the streets, it won’t affect West Lucozia. We have no interest in meddling in others affairs.”

The Rhys family’s influence was firmly rooted in West Lucozia, which differed from Oakvale. Over the years, the two regions had an unspoken understanding or rule not to interfere with each other’s affairs.

“That may be true. But the more powerful you are, the more eyes are on you. Even if the West Lucozian monarchy stays out of it, people will still be watching. The ones out there are a perfect example of that,” Jovian said.

More often than not, circumstances forced action, whether one decided to take a side or not.

“That brings me to something I’m curious about. What’s your family’s stance on all this?” Austin suddenly asked.

“Huh? Us?” Jovian was momentarily caught off guard. He hadn’t expected the conversation to turn toward him.

After a brief moment of contemplation, he said, “Frankly, we’re just as troubled by this situation. We’re caught in a tough spot and can’t make a move. As the saying goes, one wrong step and everything falls apart. We can’t afford to take any risks.” He let out a weary sigh.

Trapped in the power struggle with no control over the outcome, they had no choice but to tread carefully.

“I see.” Austin nodded knowingly. “You came to West Lucozia hoping we’d show you the way forward, right?”

“You are wise, Your Highness!” Jovian immediately stood and saluted. “If you could provide some guidance and help our family out of this predicament, we would be forever grateful.”

“I wouldn’t call it guidance, but we can certainly exchange insights.” Austin smiled faintly. “There’s no need for your family to worry too much. Like they say, when the time comes, everything will fall into place. When that moment arrives, a savior will step in to resolve your troubles.”

“A savior?” Jovian frowned in confusion. ” I’m not sure who you mean, Your Highness.

Only a handful of people in Oakvale had the power to change the outcome. Who could possibly be the Ballard family’s “savior”?

“Some things can’t be revealed just yet,” Austin said cryptically. “But when the time is right, you’ll know.”

His vague response only made Jovian more restless. Austin had said a lot, yet somehow, he had revealed nothing. Jovian had come to find a solution, but with each passing moment, it felt like more questions were piling up.

“I wouldn’t dwell on it too much. For now, why don’t you stay the night here in the castle? Relax, take it easy. Tomorrow morning, I’ll accompany you back to Oakvale.” Austin suddenly announced.

Jovian was startled. “You’re going to Oakvale, Your Highness?”

“Of course. Sitting around here gets dull. I might as well take this chance to visit Oakvale and look around.” Austin grinned. “Besides, my dear uncle-the King-is on his last legs. As his nephew, it’s only proper that I pay my respects.”

His mother, Eloise, was the eldest princess of Dragonmarsh, which made Valon his uncle. But the two had barely seen each other over the years. To say there was any deep familial bond would be laughable. Still, thanks to this connection, he could walk into Oakvale openly without raising any suspicion.

“I see.” Jovian nodded in realization. “But Oakvale is in turmoil right now. You should be careful once you arrive.”

“Oh? Do you think someone would dare to target me?” Austin smirked. “Honestly, I’d love to see someone try. Otherwise, how else would my tens of thousands of cavalry ever get a chance to show their strength?”

Jovian cleared his throat awkwardly, unsure how to respond.

Austin had no qualms about making bold statements. He might as well have “too powerful for my own good” stamped across his face.

Then again, he had a point. At a time like this, anyone foolish enough to target him would have to face the wrath of West Lucozia’s mighty cavalry.

Chapter 1068

After a brief discussion in the meeting room, Austin invited Jovian to tour the West Lucozia castle.

The castle was enormous, equipped with imaginable facilities. Unfamiliar visitors could easily get lost in its vastness.

Jovian prided himself on being well-traveled, yet as he toured the castle, even he couldn’t hide his astonishment.

Unlike the ostentatious displays of wealth seen in luxurious estates, this castle could only be described as grand, majestic, and awe-inspiring. Everything in his line of sight conveyed a sense of grandeur and majesty.

What stunned Jovian the most was the House of Heroes inside the West Lucozia castle. The structure was nine stories high and looked like an ancient monument.

The walls were lined with memorials of fallen soldiers. The place was packed with thousands of tablets, each engraved with the hero’s name and a detailed account of their life stories for future generations to honor and remember.

The Ballard family had a family tree that recorded a few notable figures, but their archives seemed utterly insignificant compared to the House of Heroes. No wonder the West Lucozia cavalry was unmatched. It turned out the root of their strength was there.

By the time they completed the tour, the sun had already set.

Austin had prepared a special dinner and invited Jovian to join him. Despite the 30-year age gap between them, they got along remarkably well.

Jovian quickly realized that Austin, the so-called hellraiser, was far from the reckless scoundrel people claimed him to be.

On the contrary, he was highly educated, capable, and brilliant, excelling in both civil and military affairs. In many respects, Jovian-despite his years of experience-felt inferior to him. Indeed, the Rhys family had no shortage of talented individuals.

While Jovian and Austin enjoyed their dinner inside the castle, another scene unfolded outside the castle.

Several high-ranking officials remained anxiously stationed at the gates. They had made repeated inquiries throughout the day, but there was no response from inside. Still, none of them seemed ready to leave, worried that someone else might seize the opportunity if they did.

Huxley glanced at the setting sun, then looked at Percival, whose face had turned pale and covered in sweat. He couldn’t help but tease, “Mr. Wentworth, the sun’s about to set. Are you planning to keep waiting here? At your age, can you handle this much strain?”

Huxley and Warrick were both from military backgrounds. They were physically strong, so waiting under the hot sun didn’t bother them.

In contrast, Percival was used to a life of comfort and luxury. He had never experienced anything like this before.

“Hmph! I know my own limits, Sir Thatcher. I don’t need your concern,” Percival replied gruffly, wiping his sweat.

Behind him, his attendants had somehow procured a pair of leaves and were frantically fanning him to show their devotion.

Huxley added with a smile, “I think waiting around like this isn’t getting us anywhere. Why don’t we find a place to sit and grab a bite? After all, people need food to survive, and it’s hard to wait on an empty stomach.”

“Well…” Percival rubbed his growling stomach and looked tempted by the suggestion.

He hadn’t eaten since early morning, and his hunger was becoming unbearable. The only thing holding him together was his sheer willpower. But the moment he acknowledged it, his stomach growled even louder.

“Mr. Prescott, what do you think?” He turned to Warrick instead of answering directly.

The three men shared the same goal. If he was resting with Huxley and Warrick beat him to the punch, things wouldn’t end well.

Warrick glanced at the closed gate before finally nodding in agreement. “Judging by the situation, they won’t open the gates again today. A few drinks wouldn’t hurt.”

His initial impatience had long since faded.

He was there to repay Matthias a favor, with the intention of gathering some intel for him.

After spending the whole day waiting, he had at least shown his sincerity-no matter what happened, Matthias would know he had put in the effort.

“Alright. Since Mr. Prescott has spoken, I’ll join you for a drink.” Percival smiled.

At that moment, a silent understanding passed between them.

“Gentlemen, this way. Drinks are on me tonight-let’s enjoy ourselves,” Huxley said, gesturing at them with one hand as he led the way.

“Well, I won’t hold back then.”

“Sounds good.”

With their entourages trailing behind them, the three men departed together.

They didn’t go far. There was a nearby tavern just 200 yards from the castle. The private room they chose had a perfect view of the West Lucozia castle entrance.

As they drank and dined, they kept their eyes trained on the entrance and ensured they wouldn’t miss any developments.

Percival and Warrick were pleased with Huxley’s choice. If they had known about this place earlier, they wouldn’t have had to endure the hot sun outside the castle.

While they were enjoying their drinks, a scout entered the room and whispered something to Huxley. Upon hearing it, Huxley’s face immediately darkened, and both Percival and Warrick sensed that something was off.

“Sir Thatcher, what happened?” Percival asked tentatively.

“Gentlemen, I’m afraid we have a problem. “Huxley set down his utensils and said grimly, “According to the latest internal reports, an outsider has already beaten us to it.”

At those words, all three men’s faces darkened.

“An outsider? Who is it?” Percival asked urgently. “Could it be that assistant general who came in at noon?”

Warrick frowned. “I’ve looked into that man. No background, no connections-just an old hand in the military. Been around forever, knows the ropes, but has no real pull.”

“It’s not him-it’s someone connected to him.” Huxley lowered his voice. ” Remember what Sir Austin said at noon? When he summoned that assistant general, he specifically mentioned the Ballard family.”

“The Ballard family?” Percival looked surprised. “You mean the Ballards from Oakvale? Are you saying they’ve already beaten us to it and met with the prince?”

“The prince hasn’t met with them, but according to my intel, this man, Jovian Ballard, spent two hours chatting with Sir Austin today. They talked and laughed like old acquaintances. Sir Austin even invited him to stay for dinner at the castle.”

Huxley’s face darkened.

He continued, “Look, the Ballards sent someone at a time like this. They’re obviously trying to sniff out information. Sir Austin ignores us completely but meets with Jovian privately-doesn’t that say something about where he stands?”

“This doesn’t make sense.” Percival frowned. “The Ballard family has no direct ties to the royal family, nor do they have business dealings with them. So why would Sir Austin place such importance on Jovian? Could there be something else going on?”

“I find it strange too,” Warrick agreed. The Ballards might have some sway in Oakvale, but in West Lucozia, they’re nobodies. If they had real pull, they wouldn’t be sending an assistant general to deliver their message. And knowing Sir Austin, he wouldn’t go out of his way for people like that.”

They were puzzled. They couldn’t understand why Austin would meet with Jovian privately. What could possibly connect them?

“Gentlemen, the details of how this happened don’t matter anymore. What matters now is how we handle this Ballard family member,” Huxley reminded them.

They had already met, eaten, and discussed everything important-lingering on Austin and Jovian’s relationship was pointless. Their focus needed to shift to extracting the intel they needed.

“Mr. Wentworth, you’ve always got plenty of ideas. What’s your take on this?” Warrick didn’t respond directly. Instead, he turned the problem over to those around him.

“Since we can’t get to the prince or Sir Austin, why not go after that Ballard guy first?” Percival stroked his white beard thoughtfully.

He continued, “He’s new to West Lucozia and in an unfamiliar territory, which makes him easy to deal with. We should invite him for a meal and learn more about him. What do you think?”

“Great! Let’s do it that way.” Warrick quickly approved the suggestion. Though he couldn’t enter the castle’s gates, dealing with an outsider like Jovian was clearly not a problem.

“But now the question is, who should extend the invitation?” Huxley asked.

“Mr. Prescott, isn’t that assistant general, Boston Graham, one of your subordinates? You could have him extend the invite and act as the intermediary. What do you think?

“Percival suggested.

“No problem. I’ll take care of it right away, “Warrick readily agreed.

Boston was two ranks lower than him, and someone at that rank typically had no place in important meetings. But with Warrick personally arranging the invitation, he figured Jovian wouldn’t dare to turn it down.

Later that evening, Jovian left the castle through the back entrance after dinner. The castle was a hub of gossip, and he didn’t want to stay there. If word got out, the Ballard family would be thrust into the limelight. That was the last thing he wanted.

Although he had left the castle, he had already agreed with Austin to return to Oakvale together the following day. It would be good to look out for one another and make things more convenient.

On the way back to the hotel, Jovian and Boston chatted casually.

Jovian was grateful for his introduction, which had allowed him to meet Austin and earn his favor.

From Boston’s perspective, it was all about the influence of the Ballard family. Being associated with them was enough to open doors for him.

After all, opportunities to dine with Austin didn’t come around often. Even getting acquainted with him could make a big difference in what lay ahead.

As they were chatting, Boston’s phone rang, and he answered it. His smile quickly faded and was replaced by a grim expression.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Jovian quickly noticed the change in his expression.

“My superior just called and informed me that Sir Prescott wants to invite me for a midnight snack. He specifically told me to bring you along.” Boston looked uneasy.

Jovian frowned slightly. “Are you saying that he is coming after me?”

Though he had never met Warrick, he had certainly heard of him. Warrick was no pushover. Being invited to a meal out of the blue meant there was something more to it.

“Maybe you should return to the castle. I’ll tell Sir Prescott that Sir Austin wanted to keep you here. That way, you won’t get into trouble,” Boston suggested.

Though Warrick was powerful, he wouldn’t dare go against Austin.

Jovian shook his head. “What’s meant to happen will happen. If trouble’s coming, there’s no avoiding it. If I turn down this invitation, not only will I get in trouble, but it’ll make it hard for you to stay in West Lucozia, too.”

“But-”

Boston was about to say something, but Jovian cut him off, “Don’t worry. It’s just a meal. It’s not like I’m being led to the guillotine. What’s there to fear?”

He continued, “So, where are we supposed to meet? Let’s go now and avoid wasting time.”

Jovian wasn’t the type to back down at the first sign of trouble. If he did, what kind of leader would that make him? The Ballard family was one of the four ancient houses. They weren’t about to be scared off by some general.

After making up his mind, Jovian no longer hesitated. He instructed the driver to make a U-turn and head straight to the meeting place.

The meeting location was in a restaurant not far from the castle. It was only a ten-minute drive from where they had turned back.

When Jovian and Boston walked inside, they found the place nearly empty. There were no guests in sight, just a few receptionists. It looked like the restaurant had been cleared out just for them.

“Sir, please follow me. Sir Prescott is waiting for you upstairs,” the restaurant owner personally greeted them and led them to a private room on the second floor.

Warrick, Huxley, and Percival were leisurely drinking tea inside the room. The three chatted and laughed, but their conversation stopped the moment Jovian and Boston entered. All three turned their attention to Jovian.

They were quite curious about him. He had been privately invited by Austin and even stayed for dinner at the castle. It was a privilege none of them had ever received. However, upon seeing Jovian in person, the three were somewhat disappointed.

Jovian was of average height and had an unremarkable appearance-nothing about him stood out at first glance. But there was something about the way he carried himself. Back straight, shoulders squared -he looked like a man who didn’t bow to pressure.

“You’re here. Sit down,” Warrick said dryly as he gave Jovian a once-over.

He didn’t stand or offer a greeting. Instead, he remained seated with an air of complete indifference. It felt less like a dinner invitation and more like a superior addressing a subordinate. He gave off an air of cool detachment.

Huxley and Percival wore similar expressions, like Jovian wasn’t worth acknowledging. It seemed like they were purposely trying to show who was in charge.

Boston noticed the power play and frowned slightly, but he didn’t dare voice his frustration. Instead, he forced a smile and tried to ease the tension in the room.

“Sir Prescott, this is the third son of the Ballard family, Jovian Ballard. As soon as he heard you wanted to meet for a midnight snack, he rushed over without hesitation,” Boston said, trying to smooth things over.

He subtly hinted that Jovian had come to honor their invitation, so it would only be polite for them to return the favor with a little courtesy.

“Okay. This doesn’t concern you anymore. You can leave now.” Warrick waved him off like he was nothing more than an annoyance.

A low-ranking assistant general with no power or influence had no place in their conversation.

“Sir Prescott, this…” Boston glanced around and looked uneasy.

It was one thing to talk in public, but being shut out behind closed doors was another matter entirely. Without him accompanying Jovian, there was no telling if the latter could handle the three “old foxes”.

If anything went wrong, Boston would have to answer for it-not just to the Ballard family, but also to Austin.

“What’s wrong? My orders don’t count anymore? Do I need to repeat myself?” Warrick shot him a cold, impatient look.

“Since when did a mere assistant general get so arrogant that he think he can defy Mr. Prescott’s orders? Do you have a death wish?” Percival suddenly chimed in.

“Boston, you can wait outside. I’ll talk to these gentlemen. With their status, I’m sure they won’t make things difficult for me,” Jovian said with a smile.

Boston nodded reluctantly. “Okay. I’ll wait outside.”

Before leaving, he discreetly glanced at Jovian and signaled him to stay alert. The two had already agreed that they would immediately notify Austin for help if anything happened. Since the castle was nearby, the backup could come quickly.

As the door to the private room closed, the atmosphere became more tense. But Jovian seemed unfazed and sat across from Warrick, Huxley, and Percival.

His calm demeanor made the three men uneasy. Was his boldness a sign of reckless confidence or just plain arrogance?

“Sir Prescott, may I ask why you have invited me here?” Jovian broke the silence.

“I heard you went to the castle today,” Warrick said.

“Yes, I did.” Jovian nodded.

“I also heard that you had dinner with Sir Austin.”

“That’s right.” Jovian confirmed with another nod.

“Good.” Warrick smiled approvingly. “You seem like a smart man. I do enjoy talking with those who are sharp.”

If Jovian had tried to play dumb, he would have had to resort to more drastic measures. Fortunately, the answers were clear and straightforward, which saved him some effort.

“I want to know if Sir Austin had said anything during dinner,” Percival interjected.

“His Highness said many things. Could you specify what you’re referring to?” Jovian smiled as he redirected the question back at him.

Chapter 1069

“Well… some things are better left unsaid, but I believe you understand what I’m getting at,” Percival said gravely.

“I’m afraid I don’t, Mr. Wentworth. You’ll have to forgive my ignorance.” Jovian’s tone was measured and composed.

“You…” Percival’s expression darkened.

Judging by Jovian’s demeanor when he first arrived, Percival had assumed that he was someone who knew how to read between the lines. Yet now, he was feigning ignorance, making it clear that he wasn’t taking Percival seriously.

“Enough, Mr. Wentworth. Let me handle this.”

Warrick took over the conversation and got straight to the point. “Jovian, right? Let’s not waste time. We know why you’re here. The only question is-what have you found out?”

“And what kind of information are you referring to, Sir Prescott?” Jovian asked.

Warrick slammed a palm onto the table, and his face darkened. “Don’t play dumb with me, brat. I don’t have time for games. If you don’t start talking, don’t blame me if I stop showing the Ballard family any respect.”

As he spoke, an oppressive force exploded from his body and crashed into Jovian.

To rise to the rank of Major General in the State Guard of West Lucozia, one needed more than just an impressive military record-immense personal strength was essential. The sheer pressure of a developed grandmaster’s presence was something few could withstand.

Jovian’s breath caught as if a boulder had settled on his chest. But he remained composed, showing no sign of fear. He picked up his teacup and took a slow sip, though the faint tremor in his fingers betrayed the immense pressure bearing down on him.

“Sir Prescott, is this a dinner invitation or an interrogation?” he asked coolly. “My family may not be among the great families, but we’re not pushovers. If this is how the conversation will go, I see no reason to continue.”

“How dare you!” Warrick’s glare was fierce, and his voice cracked like thunder. ” You’re just a low-ranking officer, yet you dare speak to me like this? Do you have no respect for authority? I could charge you with insubordination right now.”

“Insubordination?” Jovian chuckled.

He continued, “Firstly, you’re a Major General in West Lucozia, and I’m a government official in Oakvale. You have no jurisdiction over me.

“Secondly, we’re not in a government office. We’re in a restaurant. Rank doesn’t mean a damn thing here. And thirdly, have I done anything out of line since I walked in? What grounds do you have to accuse me of insubordination?”

“You…” Warrick’s face twisted with rage. His chest heaved, his eyes burned with fury, and his killing intent flooded the room.

The temperature plummeted, and frost crept over the wine bottles on the table.

Huxley remained unfazed, but Percival was visibly shivering though he dared not speak.

Jovian said, “Of course, with your authority as the Major General, you could fabricate a charge and throw me in a cell. I wouldn’t put it past you.”

Then, his tone shifted slightly. “But before you do, let me remind you. I’m a guest of the castle. Tomorrow, I have an audience with Lord Austin. If you arrest me tonight, how exactly do you plan to explain that to His Highness?”

Warrick’s expression turned even darker. ” Are you threatening me?”

“I wouldn’t dare. I’m merely reminding you,” Jovian replied evenly.

“You’ve got some nerve,” Warrick growled through clenched teeth, appearing menacing.

He hadn’t taken Jovian seriously before, but now, he had to consider the consequences of acting rashly.

Firstly, Jovian was a direct heir of the Ballard family. Detaining him wouldn’t be easy to justify.

Secondly, Jovian was right. He had been personally invited to the castle and had spoken at length with Austin. If they arrested Jovian the moment he left, Austin would not take it lightly, especially with his temperament.

Despite his burning anger, Warrick couldn’t afford to act recklessly. But he had already made his threats, and if Jovian didn’t back down, it would be a blow to his pride.

“Mr. Prescott, there’s no need to take it so seriously.”

As the tension in the room thickened, Huxley quickly intervened to defuse the situation. “We’re just here for a casual dinner, not an interrogation. No need to intimidate our guests. Please, have a seat.”

He poured Warrick a cup of tea before turning to Jovian, his smile warm. “Mr. Jovian, he was just joking. No hard feelings, alright? Here, have some tea.”

“Yes… It’s just a joke,” Percival quickly added.

Warrick shot them both a cold glare but took the opportunity to step back without pressing further.

None of them had anticipated Jovian to stand his ground like this, much less brush off their threats. He not only withstood their pressure but also countered it with reason. This left them no room to act against him.

If they had underestimated him earlier, they now saw that this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man was far from weak. In this first confrontation, they had been completely outmatched.

“Gentlemen, you certainly have a refined sense of humor.” Jovian took another sip of tea. “But I’m not exactly a brave man. I startle easily, so I’d appreciate it if you kept the jokes to a minimum.”

“Of course.” Huxley smiled and nodded. ”

Just some lighthearted banter to break the ice. If we’ve offended you, I apologize on behalf of Mr. Prescott. Please don’t take it to heart.”

Jovian’s expression eased slightly at that.

Since he had the nerve to attend this trap-laden dinner, he wasn’t afraid of a few threats. He wouldn’t mind sharing information with them if they were willing to have a proper conversation.

But they had tried to strong-arm him.

Their words were laced with veiled threats and demands as if he were someone they could push around.

Naturally, that didn’t sit well with him. He just didn’t let it show-for now.

“There’s no need for an apology. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way,” Jovian said flatly. He stood to leave and felt that continuing this conversation was pointless.

“Hold on.” Huxley quickly got up to stop him.

He smiled and said, “Since you’re already here, why not make yourself comfortable? We’ve barely exchanged a few words and haven’t even finished our tea. People might think we’ve been poor hosts if you leave now.”

With that, he strode forward and warmly guided Jovian back to his seat.

Unlike Warrick’s hardline approach, Huxley knew when to switch tactics. If force didn’t work, charm might. After all, there always had to be a good cop to balance out the bad.

“Do you have anything else to ask, gentlemen?” Jovian’s tone remained indifferent. Although he had taken his seat again, he no longer bothered with keeping up the pretense.

“Since we’re all on the same page here, I’ll get to the point.” Huxley dropped the niceties.

He continued, “We both know things in Oakvale have been chaotic lately. At a time like this, West Lucozia’s stance is crucial. So tell me has Lord Austin said anything to you? Which side is His Highness leaning toward? Or does he have other plans?”

This was no longer a hint. It was a direct demand. If Jovian tried to play dumb now, the entire evening would have been for nothing.

“If you’d just asked me upfront, Sir Thatcher, I would’ve gotten what you meant right away. There’s no need for all this beating around the bush,” Jovian said meaningfully.

“So, did Lord Austin tell you anything?” Huxley unconsciously leaned forward, his tone edged with urgency.

Percival and Warrick perked up as they were eager for an answer.

“I understand your concerns, but unfortunately, Lord Austin didn’t share anything with me.” Jovian shook his head.

“That’s hard to believe. You were at the castle with him for hours. You expect us to believe that you only discussed personal matters?” Percival frowned.

“That’s right, Mr. Jovian. We agreed to be upfront. Keeping secrets isn’t fair.” Huxley narrowed his eyes and looked displeased.

Warrick didn’t say a single word, but his face had darkened, and he looked ready to explode.

“I assure you, I’ve told you the truth,” Jovian said seriously. “I asked Lord Austin about these matters, but he didn’t answer me. So, there’s nothing I can tell you.”

“You little punk! Do you think we’re fools? Do you really expect us to buy that?”

Warrick slammed his fist on the table, and his temper finally boiled over.

“Mr. Prescott, please calm down.” Huxley quickly intervened to stop the increasingly agitated Warrick.

Then, he turned to Jovian, smiling. “Mr. Jovian, we’re not asking without offering something in return. Here’s the deal-tell us the truth, and the three of us will owe you a favor. No matter what trouble you run into in the future, we’ll back you up.

What do you say?”

In Huxley’s mind, this was a generous offer. Three high-ranking officials were willing to back Jovian. That was worth far more than gold or jewels.

“That’s a tempting offer,” Jovian said coolly.

He added, “If I had any information, I’d tell you. But the truth is, I don’t know anything. Lord Austin invited me to the castle, but apart from dining and drinking, he simply gave me a tour and spoke about family matters. He never once brought up politics. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Boston. He’ll confirm it.”

“You two are in cahoots. Of course he’d cover for you,” Percival shot back.

“Then, let’s go ask Lord Austin together. See for yourselves whether I’m lying,” Jovian retorted.

“You…” Percival was momentarily at a loss for words.

Confronting Austin directly would be like walking into a trap. If Austin found out that they’d been threatening Jovian, he’d be furious.

“I’ve said all I can and cooperated as much as possible. If you still don’t believe me, there’s nothing more I can do,” Jovian said coolly.

A heavy silence fell over the room.

They weren’t sure if Jovian was lying or if they were willing to take the risk of assuming he was.

“Gentlemen, I’ve done my part and had my tea already. I still have things to take care of, so I’ll leave now. Farewell!” Jovian said.

When no one responded, he didn’t say another word. He nodded respectfully, stood up, and exited the room.

When the door opened, Warrick’s face darkened, and his hand instinctively moved toward the hilt of his sword. But before he could act, Huxley gently touched his arm and shook his head.

Jovian noticed something was off and paused at the doorway before stepping out.

Boston, who was standing by the door, let out a quiet sigh of relief as he watched Jovian leave without a scratch. His relief was short-lived, though, when he saw the grim expressions on the faces of the three men inside.

It was clear that the meeting hadn’t gone well. Fortunately, nothing too serious had happened. Otherwise, Boston would have much explaining to do to both sides.

“Why did you stop me? That arrogant brat clearly doesn’t respect us. He’ll think we’re pushovers if we don’t teach him a lesson.” Warrick slammed his fist on the table.

The rosewood split apart under the impact, and food and wine flew everywhere. In the past, his temper would have led him to kill Jovian on the spot.

“If he were anyone else, you could do whatever you wanted,” Huxley said calmly.

“But Jovian isn’t just from the Ballard family. He’s also Lord Austin’s guest. If something happened to him here today, do you think His Highness would let us off the hook?”

“That’s right,” Percival added. “We can threaten and intimidate all we want, but harming him is out of the question. It’s not worth provoking Lord Austin over a petty dispute.”

Throwing out a few threats and trying to scare Jovian was one thing, but hurting him would cause a lot of trouble. Even though they weren’t afraid of the Ballard family, they still had to show Austin respect.

“We can’t insult or hit him. So we just let him leave?” Warrick still seemed unsatisfied.

If word got out about this, his reputation would take a hit.

“Mr. Prescott, calm down,” Huxley said calmly. “We invited him here. Lord Austin will hold us responsible if something goes wrong on our watch. But if it happens somewhere else, it’s a different story.”

Warrick paused for a moment, then seemed to get the idea. “You’re saying that we should handle this… discreetly?”

“Get a few skilled men, grab him, interrogate him, and make sure he vanishes without a trace.” Huxley made a slashing motion across his throat and lowered his voice. “As long as we keep it clean and leave no evidence, even if Lord Austin suspects something, he won’t have a reason to come after us.”

“I like the sound of that.” Warrick’s eyes lit up.

Killing and covering it up wasn’t anything new to him. If Jovian had been a local noble from West Lucozia, Warrick might have thought twice.

Jovian was from Oakvale and had some influence, but not enough to stir things up here. With their reach, Warrick didn’t need to worry about the Ballard family’s retaliation.

As for Austin, as long as they didn’t make a scene, Warrick figured that Austin wouldn’t make a fuss over a dead man.

“Gentlemen, this isn’t something we should take lightly. Maybe we should think this through a little more,” Percival said hesitantly.

Gathering information was one thing, but if it led to someone’s death, he felt it crossed a line.

“If you’re scared, don’t get involved. Let me handle it,” Warrick said coldly. “But let me make one thing clear-everyone knows what happened today. If this leaks, don’t blame me for turning on you.”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Prescott.” Percival laughed awkwardly. “Consider me absent today. I know nothing.”

He was close to retirement and wanted to enjoy his remaining years without causing trouble. If he could avoid it, he would. After all these years in politics, he knew that sometimes, it was best to let things slide and tolerate a little trouble when necessary.

Warrick scoffed before remarking, “The older you get, the more timid you become. “He cast a sideways glance at him. He was clearly displeased but didn’t say anything more.

With Huxley’s help, dealing with Jovian was easy enough. He felt that Percival’s presence wasn’t necessary.

In a moving jeep, Jovian sat with his eyes closed in the back seat while Boston looked uneasy beside him.

“Jovian, I think something’s off. You should leave West Lucozia now. The sooner, the better.” Boston finally spoke up after a long pause.

“I’ve already made arrangements with Lord Austin. We’re supposed to head back to Oakvale tomorrow. If I leave now, I’d be going back on my word.” Jovian slowly opened his eyes.

“Forget that. Right now, your life is more important.” Boston frowned. “Sir Prescott has a quick temper, and he’s ruthless. You embarrassed him today, and he won’t let it slide. If you don’t leave now, you won’t be able to leave tomorrow.”

“You mean he’s planning to kill me?”

Jovian raised an eyebrow.

“Given my understanding of him, that’s a strong possibility,” Boston said seriously.

“I’m Lord Austin’s guest. If they kill me, how will they explain it to him?” Jovian said flatly.

“As long as they cover their tracks, Lord Austin won’t be able to do a thing. After all, they’re the pillars of West Lucozia, and His Highness won’t stir up trouble over the Ballard family,” Boston said solemnly.

At this, Jovian fell silent. He thought about it for a moment. It was true that this was his first time meeting Austin.

No matter how well they got along, Austin wouldn’t risk offending influential figures in West Lucozia for a dead man.

Moreover, Jovian had no reason to bet his life on it. There was nothing to gain by winning, but losing would mean losing everything.

Chapter 1070

“Jovian, listen to me. West Lucozia’s trouble runs deep. You won’t be able to handle it. You need to get out of there,” Boston urged.

When Jovian remained silent, Boston couldn’t hide his growing concern. After all, they were comrades, and he didn’t want to see his friend die on the street.

“You’re right. I’m not afraid if they come at me head-on. What worries me is if they come at me from behind.”

After hesitating for a moment, Jovian nodded. “Alright, Boston. Take me back to the hotel. I’ll pack my things.”

“Now that’s more like it.” Boston sighed in relief. “As they say, there’s always a chance as long as you’re alive. The most important thing is to stay safe.”

“Thanks, man. I’ll buy you a drink next time.” Jovian smiled.

Without Boston’s constant advice, Jovian might have taken a chance. But if things went south, he’d regret it too late.

Back at the hotel, Jovian wasted no time. He packed quickly, then hopped into Boston’s car to head to the airport. With the burden lifted, they joked and laughed along the way.

As they neared a junction, a large truck ran a red light and sped straight toward them.

The driver reacted too late and steered the wheel just in time to tip the jeep over. It rolled several times before crashing through a guardrail and landing in a roadside ditch.

The driver passed out on the spot while Jovian and Boston were thrown around. They were severely shaken. Fortunately, their strength kept them from serious injury.

Boston kicked open the mangled door and climbed out.

“Goddamn it…” He was about to curse when he saw three figures jumping off the truck.

The figures were all dressed in black, with their faces hidden behind masks. Long shadows stretched under the dim streetlights, giving off a menacing, almost otherworldly vibe.

Jovian climbed out of the car, and his gaze locked onto the three figures. He frowned, and an uneasy feeling settled deep in his chest.

“It looks like we’ve been set up,” he said grimly.

It was clear to him now. This wasn’t just some random accident but a planned attack.

“Yeah. Something tells me that they’re not here to chat.” Jovian shrugged off his jacket to reveal his toned build.

He’d thought he was being careful, but it wasn’t enough to avoid this trap. It seemed that Boston had been right all along. The real danger from Warrick was far from over.

“Jovian, we’re close to the airport. I’ll hold them off for a while. You should go first.” Boston unsheathed a short knife. His eyes were sharp as he watched the men in black.

“What nonsense are you saying? I may not be the best, but I won’t leave you behind.” Jovian cracked his neck and said with a determined look. “We’re not helpless. We can handle ourselves in a fight.”

“Good! It’s been a while since we’ve last fought together. Let’s take this chance to show them what we’re made of.” Boston got into a fighting stance without saying much.

If they didn’t fight together in a life-or-death situation, they’d both end up dead. Boston didn’t believe for a second that the assassins sent by Warrick would let them off easily.

The three men in black pulled out their knives as they got within about 30 feet of the two.

“To hell with it! We’re going all in,” Boston shouted, and the two charged forward.

After all, when two brave souls clashed, one would come out on top. In such fights, momentum would often determine the outcome. It was a relentless, fearless drive forward.

In a brief but intense sprint, the five men collided.

Boston was a powerhouse. His military knife slashed through the air with precision, and his attacks were fast and deadly.

In contrast, Jovian was a master of hand-to -hand combat and grappling. His agility and speed let him strike first, quickly overpowering his opponents with decisive moves.

But the assassins were no amateurs. Each one was close to being a master in their own right. In terms of raw strength, they held the edge.

Yet, Jovian and Boston’s seamless teamwork and unyielding fighting spirit kept them in the fight, and they refused to give an inch.

After a brief skirmish, both sides were bleeding. Boston had been slashed three times, with blood pouring from the wounds, while Jovian had a deep gash across his chest and abdomen.

But neither of them cared about the pain. The adrenaline was pumping, and their determination only grew with every strike.

The three assassins were on the back foot.

They hadn’t expected their opponents-who they’d pegged as weaker-to be so vicious. This was nothing like the intel they’d received.

“Kill them! You bastards, I’m going to rip you apart!” Boston roared, and his face twisted into a savage grin.

With an aura of death surrounding him, Boston looked like a demon from hell who struck fear into anyone who saw him.

Jovian remained cool-headed. His focus was unwavering as he and Boston exchanged heavy blows with their attackers.

Seeing that they were losing ground, the assassins fought with everything they had. And then the battle exploded into a brutal, life-or-death struggle.

The sounds of battle echoed under the streetlights. Shouts of pain mixed with the clash of weapons could be heard. Five figures were locked in a deadly struggle, and blood splattered across the ground.

The fight raged for nearly half an hour until the noise gradually subsided. The five figures lay motionless in pools of blood.

Under the dim glow of the streetlights, three of the black-clad assassins were confirmed dead. One’s neck was snapped, another’s chest pierced, and the last had bled out from a fatal wound.

Jovian and Boston were in no better condition.

Boston was soaked in blood. His body was riddled with deep cuts, some so severe they exposed the bone beneath.

Jovian wasn’t much better. His abdomen and shoulder were slashed. His right arm had been severed, and he was left in a pitiful state.

Boston coughed. After taking down the last assassin, he collapsed to the ground. He gasped for air as blood poured from his mouth.

His chest and abdomen were torn open, and his organs spilled out. He was pale, and his breathing was shallow and erratic. His life was slipping away.

“Boston… Boston!” Jovian cried out. He staggered to his fallen comrade’s side while clutching his own wounds.

He hurriedly pulled out a tablet and tried to feed it to Boston. He then tore strips of cloth from his shirt to try and stop the bleeding. But Boston’s injuries were too severe. The tablet had no effect, and the makeshift bandages did little to stop blood flow.

“Boston, hang in there! I’ll get you to the hospital,” Jovian shouted frantically as he tried to lift Boston. But with only one arm, he struggled to maintain balance and failed repeatedly.

“Jovian… Listen to me…” Boston’s bloodied hand gripped Jovian’s arm and said weakly, “I’m done for… You need to go while you still can. Take care of my wife and kids… for me…”

“No! You’re going to make it. We’ve been through hell together-Red Tombsea, remember? You’re not dying here! I’ll get you out of here.”

Jovian gritted his teeth as he struggled to lift Boston onto his back. Blood stained the ground as he limped toward the truck.

But despite Jovian’s efforts, Boston’s head lolled to the side. His body turned limp, and he was gone.

“Boston! Boston! Wake up!” Jovian shouted, but there was no response.

Boston lay still as if he had simply fallen asleep. Jovian stopped in his tracks, and his heart was heavy with grief.

Boston deserved a peaceful life, but because of his involvement, he had been dragged into this hellish situation and paid with his life.

Guilt washed over him. He regretted asking Boston for help. If only he hadn’t crossed paths with those wolves in human clothing. Maybe none of this would have happened.

Just as Jovian was consumed by despair, the roar of engines cut through the night. Several black SUVs screeched to a halt and blocked the road.

Doors flew open, and a dozen masked assassins in black poured out. They quickly surrounded Jovian.

The leader of the group, Ronan Barley, glanced at the bodies of his fallen comrades and frowned. “You took out three of my men. Impressive. But it won’t save you.”

“Did Sir Prescott send you?” Jovian growled through clenched teeth.

“A dead man doesn’t need answers,” Ronan replied coldly. He gestured to his men. “Take him down.”

At his command, the assassins lunged forward.

“I’ll take you all down with me!” Jovian charged at them with what little strength he had left. His remaining arm swung wildly as he dove into the fray.

Despite his injuries, his fighting spirit burned brighter than ever. Fueled by rage and desperation, he fought like a wild beast, using every part of his body as a weapon. He bit, headbutted, and striked with everything he had left.

“Capture him alive!” Ronan barked.

The assassins hesitated and were wary of getting too close. Instead, they circled Jovian to wear him down with hit-and-run tactics.

It didn’t take long for Jovian’s strength to wane. He was gasping for breath, drenched in sweat, his wounds worsening with every move. If this kept up, he’d collapse from exhaustion before they even landed the final blow.

Seeing no way out, his eyes hardened with determination.

“Think you’ll catch me alive? Dream on! I’d rather die than let you win!”

With a defiant roar, Jovian raised his remaining arm and slammed his palm into his own head. He chose to end his life rather than fall into their hands.

A dull sound echoed through the air.

Jovian’s body shuddered. Blood streamed from his eyes, ears, and nose as he crumpled to the ground, lifeless. He was dead. After fighting to his last breath, he had chosen the only honorable way out.

The scene had left even the assassins, who were no strangers to bloodshed, momentarily stunned. Taking one’s own life so decisively wasn’t something just anyone could do. Even the lowest of creatures had the instinct to cling to life, let alone a human being.

“This guy… He’s ruthless,” Ronan muttered, and his face darkened.

Warrick had given strict orders to capture Jovian alive, but now he was dead.

Now, Ronan had no way to deliver. If he had known it would come to this, he would have personally intervened to kill Jovian first.

“What now, boss?” one of the assassins asked.

“Clean up the scene,” Ronan ordered. “I’ll take the body back myself.” With that, he hoisted Jovian’s body onto his shoulder, tossed it into the vehicle, and drove off.

Warrick and Huxley were enjoying a casual tea session inside a luxurious private estate while waiting for the mission’s update.

“Mr. Prescott, it’s been a while, and there’s still no word from your men. Don’t tell me that they’ve failed,” Huxley inquired.

“Impossible,” Warrick replied firmly. “My assassins are the best of the best. There’s even a grandmaster martial artist among them. Taking down two nobodies should’ve been effortless.”

He rarely deployed these elite assassins. But when he did, the mission was always a guaranteed success. There had never been an exception.

“If you say so, then I won’t worry.” Huxley looked relieved.

If Jovian had escaped, it would’ve spelled trouble for both of them.

“Don’t worry about my men. Jovian will be captured. The real question is, can you erase all traces of this?” Warrick shot back.

“Mr. Prescott, the entire enforcement team in West Lucozia’s capital is under my command. I’ve already given the order. Nothing from tonight will ever be leaked. By sunrise, Jovian will have vanished without a trace,” Huxley assured him, smirking.

“Good.” Warrick nodded approvingly. “I’ll handle the interrogation. You clean up the mess. We each do our part.”

“To a successful partnership.” Huxley raised his teacup in a toast before draining it.

As the two men settled back into their conversation, someone knocked on the door.

“Enter,” Warrick called.

The door swung open. Ronan stepped in first, followed by two subordinates carrying a stretcher. A body lay on it, draped in a white sheet.

“Well? Did you bring him in?” Warrick asked coolly.

“Sir Prescott, the target took his own life. All we could bring back is his body,” Ronan replied succinctly.

“What? He’s dead?” Warrick jumped to his feet. “You useless fools! I specifically ordered you to bring him in alive. And now you’ve brought me his body?” His voice boomed through the room.

Ronan immediately dropped to his knees. ” I’ve failed my mission. I accept any punishment.”

“Useless fool! I should kill you where you stand.” Warrick unsheathed his blade in one swift motion.

Before he could strike, Huxley raised a hand to stop him. “Calm down, Mr. Prescott. No one expected Jovian to kill himself. What’s done is done. Punishing them won’t change anything. We should focus on cleaning this up.”

Warrick scowled but reluctantly slid his sword back into its sheath. “Fine. You live. But you won’t get off easy. You’ll receive 80 lashes. Now get out of my sight.”

“Thank you for your mercy, Sir Prescott,” Ronan said quickly, bowing low.

80 lashes meant two weeks of being bedridden, but at least he’d keep his head.

“Hold it,” Warrick called just as they were about to leave. “Did you leave any loose ends? Any witnesses?”

“No survivors,” Ronan replied. “Our men are already cleaning up the scene.”

“Make sure it’s spotless. Not a single trace left behind,” Warrick ordered coldly. “If I find even a whisper of this leaking, you’ll pay with your heads.”

“Got it, Sir Prescott!” Ronan gave a crisp response before turning to leave.

Silence settled over the room, broken only by the steady drip of blood soaking through the stretcher’s sheet.

Warrick stepped forward and yanked the cloth away.

Jovian’s face stared back at him, twisted in death. Blood caked his features, and his lifeless eyes were frozen in defiance.

“You were so arrogant before. Why so quiet now?” Warrick sneered. “This is what happens when you cross me.”

With a sudden motion, he drew his blade and severed Jovian’s head from his body. Then, with a kick, he sent it flying across the room like a ball.

Behind him, Huxley frowned slightly, but he quickly composed himself.

Jovian’s suicide had thrown a wrench into their plans. Not only had they failed to extract any useful information, but they’d also created a mess that needed to be cleaned up.

Still, there was no turning back now. As long as they covered their tracks, they could avoid any fallout. The game was far from over.

Chapter 1071

The next morning, after breakfast at the West Lucozian castle, Austin tried calling. Jovian. However, his calls went unanswered. After several attempts, he still couldn’t get through.

“Huh?” Austin was puzzled.

They had made plans the previous day to head to Oakvale that day. Why was Jovian suddenly unreachable? Had he stood Austin up?

After thinking it over, he found that unlikely. He and Jovian had gotten along well and even called each other brothers. On top of that, they had promised to travel together and watch out for one another.

If Jovian had an urgent matter that required him to leave West Lucozia, he would have at least given Austin a heads-up. Jovian wouldn’t just disappear without a word.

“Could something have happened to him?”

Austin’s unease grew.

He quickly summoned his trusted aide. “Go find out where Jovian is. Report back to me as soon as you have any information.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” the aide replied before hurrying off.

Austin poured himself a cup of tea and waited in silence.

About an hour later, the aide returned.

“Well? Any news?” Austin stood up immediately, his voice urgent.

While waiting, he had tried calling Jovian multiple times, but there was still no response.

“Your Highness, I went to the hotel where Jovian was staying. The staff said he checked out last night,” the aide reported.

“He left last night?” Austin raised an eyebrow. “Did he already leave for Oakvale?

“I checked the departure records. Jovian booked a flight, but he never boarded. It seems he’s still in West Lucozia,” the aide explained.

“He booked a flight but didn’t board it?” Austin muttered, his frown deepening.

Could something have happened to him?”

Jovian was a distinguished guest, someone Dustin had specifically told Austin to treat with the utmost respect. If something had happened to Jovian, how would Austin explain it to Dustin?

“Is there anything else?” Austin asked urgently.

“My investigation shows that Jovian left with Boston last night. I went to Boston’s residence, but like Jovian, he’s also missing,” the aide stated.

Austin’s eyes sharpened. “Find them! Search every inch of Celestria if you have to. Bring them back!”

“Understood!” The aide saluted and left in a hurry.

What had started as a simple search for a person had now escalated into a full-scale city-wide operation. The West Lucozian monarchy had its own dedicated enforcement team, which stood above all other institutions.

Once mobilized, all official personnel in West Lucozia had to drop everything and cooperate fully. More importantly, the royal enforcement team had the power to act first and report later.

Whether they were a high-ranking official or an influential noble, anyone who obstructed the royal enforcement team’s work could be executed on the spot. Resistance was met with severe punishment-beheading at best, or the annihilation of an entire family at worst.

There had been a case years ago involving a high-ranking official who, relying on his achievements, had flouted the law and allowed his family to commit atrocities. When the enforcement team arrived to make arrests, he called on his private army to resist.

In the end, all his direct family members, including the official himself, were executed. An entire family of over 300 people was wiped out in a single night.

From then on, the royal enforcement team became a nightmare for all West Lucozia’s officials. So, whenever the team was mobilized, the entire capital city of Celestria was thrown into a state of unease, with people scrambling to avoid drawing their attention.

Inside the Prescott estate, Warrick was engaged in live combat training with his guards on the training ground.

Shirtless, his impressive physique on full display, he wielded the long spear with expert precision. Even against ten guards, he maintained the upper hand.

Though these guards were all elite, handpicked from the best of the best, they were forced to retreat under Warrick’s relentless assault. Within minutes, over ten men lay sprawled on the ground.

“Useless fools!” Warrick slammed his spear into the ground, then pointed it at one of the guards’ noses.

He continued, “I told you to train more and improve your skills, but you all had to slack off. Now, you’re a bunch of weaklings. You couldn’t even block three of my moves. If I had to rely on you for protection, I’d be dead by now.”

“Sir Prescott, it’s not that we’re not capable. It’s just that you’re too strong. There aren’t many in all of West Lucozia who can last three moves against you,” the guard captain said, cradling his dislocated shoulder.

Though the guard looked miserable, his flattery seemed to please Warrick.

“Hmph! I’ll let it slide this time. But if you’re still this pathetic next time, don’t blame me for breaking out the disciplinary rods.”

Warrick tossed his spear, and it landed perfectly in the weapon rack.

Ignoring his dislocated shoulder, the guard captain quickly grabbed a dry towel and hurriedly handed it to Warrick.

Warrick wiped the sweat and casually tossed the towel back.

The guard captain immediately retrieved a coat and draped it over Warrick’s shoulders, his movements smooth and practiced. It was a testament to the captain’s dedication.

“Mr. Prescott! Mr. Prescott!” Huxley barged into the training grounds, looking anxious

Two guards moved to block his path, but he shoved them aside and sent them sprawling.

Seeing this, the guard captain stepped forward to block Huxley, but Warrick raised a hand to stop him.

“Mr. Thatcher, what’s the rush? It’s very unlike you.” Warrick sat down leisurely and motioned for the guards to pour tea.

“I just received news that Lord Austin has mobilized the royal enforcement team. They’re conducting a city-wide search for Jovian. We might be in trouble this time.” Huxley looked solemn.

He thought Austin wouldn’t make a big deal over Jovian. To his surprise, Austin deployed the royal enforcement team just one night after Jovian’s disappearance.

The last time the enforcement team was fully mobilized was three