Chapter 501 Prince Of Diyouli

Meanwhile in Salinsburgh, a city in the northeast of Chanaea. In a spacious office located in the headquarters of Salinsburgh’s main garrison, Karl had a cigar in his mouth and was letting out puffs of smoke.

“These cigars you brought are not bad. It’s a pity that there are only three. That’s way too little,” he remarked with a smile. Across from him was a man from Remdik. He was tied up and bound to the chair.

There were four guards in total on both of his sides, all of which were armed with guns. From the looks of it, the man might get his head blown off if he made the slightest movement.

“Karl! I came here to meet you out of sincerity. I don’t deserve to be treated like this!” he yelled in stiff Chanaean.

In response to that, Karl stretched his finger out and wiggled it slightly. He sneered, “No, no. Aidan, you need to know that I caught you alive. You didn’t come here to meet me out of sincerity. Those are two completely different things.”

He added, “Now that you mention it, I am rather curious. We’ve built our bases using River Onxy as the border, and it’s been over a year since any conflict has occurred. Even if you were here to conduct some recon in preparation for war, you have a lot of spies in Chanaea, don’t you? It’s not like you would have to strut into my territory all high-and-mighty. Why exactly are you here?”

Aidan looked at the four armed guards around him and shook his head slightly. “I can’t answer that, Karl. There are other people here.”

“I get it.” Karl nodded. “You’re saying that I’m the only one you can tell, right?”

Aidan affirmed, “Yes. What I want to tell you can’t be heard by anyone else-”

Boom!

Before he could even finish his sentence, he was sent falling backward with an explosive sound.

The one who had done so was none other than Karl.

Since the heavy ashtray in his hands was cracked in half, he spit the cigar out and threw the ashtray to the side.

After searching around for a bit, he took a shiny, golden trophy from the bookshelf next to him.

Karl smirked as he held the trophy in his

engaged in huge and small battles, as well as times when there was no fighting going on at all. Do you have any idea how many of my subordinates have

with blood, but the words

six hundred and eighty-four men!”

Bang!

slamming the trophy down

hundred and ninety one wounded and

Bang!

again. The base of the trophy was covered

then. His entire face was stained with blood. His

Cough… Cough…

the floor. His blood had flowed backward

no intention of

Bang!

that third slam, the trophy made of brass

the blood off his face and slowly got up. “You f*cker. I could kill you a hundred times over and it still wouldn’t be enough, yet you have

He didn’t pay the wounds on his face any mind as he staggered to grab the water bottle on the table and

red, bloody water dripped down, and his face was

the skin

flesh had crumpled up as if it had been dried under the sun. The sight of it alone was enough

all. Despite having four people aiming

before rolling his neck and lifting

he caused all of the ropes

guessing you can calmly hear me out now, Karl,” he sneered. “I came here because I wanted to ask if you wanted to become a true

king? Karl’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Aidan. “What do you

guards, who were obviously nervous, and revealed a smug grin. “Three years ago, you led Eastern Army to fight against Remdik at River Onxy.

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