Chapter 154

Chapter 154: A Twist Beneath Despair!

Under the silent gazes of the crowd, Lynn unhesitatingly placed his palm on the surface of the sealed item.

As mist-like colorful energy slowly floated out from the orb, countless illusory particles aggregated and dispersed in the air, dancing gracefully like a well-behaved swarm of bees.

Lynn gradually closed his eyes, letting that power seep into his brain.

His past life memories were well protected by the system, so there was no need to worry.

What those guys coveted was his memory from after he crossed over.

Although the system couldn’t affect it, he had an even more bugged helper.

The moment the power of the sealed item invaded the mental realm, the tiny anchormark representing the Sorceress of the End that was quietly suspended in Lynn’s mind trembled imperceptibly.

In the next second, the colorful particles floating in the air seemed to have finally found a target, quickly coalescing from their previously wandering state into a solid mass.

Everyone then saw that among the colorful mist spreading across the ground, several figures made up of various particles slowly emerged.

Although slightly blurry, they were clear enough for one to identify the figures.

A careful observation revealed it to be a place resembling a banquet hall.

Since most of the onlookers were irrelevant, only rough silhouettes were outlined, with their faces obscured.

Only the two young boys present were clearly visible.

As Lynn caught sight of Dalian again, the Marquis Mosgra felt an involuntary twitch in his heart.

Rest assured, Grandpa will avenge you.

He cast a cold glance at Lynn while thinking this to himself.

Then, the scene depicted in the colorful mist slowly began to move.

A voice suddenly echoed throughout the Political Discussion Hall.

It was Dalian speaking.

“My lord, this is the sincerity of the Mosgra Family,” he said slowly, “We hope you can join our alliance and become the leader, guiding us forward.”

This statement was vague, but most present grasped its deeper meaning.

The Second Prince Felix raised an eyebrow, remaining silent.

Clearly, they all understood this was the Mosgra Family’s effort to help the Second Prince recruit an Elector.

Unfortunately, for reasons unknown, the Second Prince Felix had gradually distanced himself from the Mosgra Family since returning from the border.

Under these circumstances, they could only turn to the Fourth Prince.

But the efforts they had put in before now lay vividly exposed before everyone’s eyes.

This was a somewhat dangerous topic.

Though the royal selection was in full swing, very few people would openly discuss it, as it was tantamount to interfering with the future Holy Roland Emperor.

Yet, Sixth Saint Roland didn’t seem inclined to pursue the matter, his expression dignified and solemn, revealing nothing of his thoughts.

The dialogue in the image continued.

A burly middle-aged man, clearly the Duke Tilius, emerged from the mist.

The Duke didn’t seem particularly interested in Dalian’s proposal.

He sipped from his cup and said indifferently, “My focus is entirely on the border battlefield. I can’t be bothered with the royal selection. Don’t bring up such topics in front of me again.”

His demeanor was quite arrogant.

While no one found Duke Tilius’s arrogance out of place, the Marquis Mosgra, who craved power and status to a warped degree, felt his pride was pierced.

He coldly stared at the Duke in the image, saying nothing.

So far, Dalian’s responses had been quite appropriate, with no issues arising.

He had been a bit worried that Dalian might have been too overbearing, angering Duke Tilius and prompting him to find an excuse to kill him.

Now, however, the Marquis felt the last remnant of his concerns dissipate.

Yet just as he began to relax, the scene unfolding next stirred an icy dread in his heart.

Dalian not only disregarded Duke Tilius’s words but even stepped forward.

Though his posture was respectful, anyone could detect the underlying implications in his next words.

“My Lord Duke, addressing you as ‘Elector’ doesn’t imply you truly possess such supreme power. The future of this nation ultimately rests with His Majesty the Emperor.”

“Right now, the imperial administrative system is cumbersome and heavy, with the power that should belong to the nobility continuously siphoned away, gripped tightly in the churches’ hands. You, here to reclaim taxes, must be feeling quite the predicament.”

Duke Tilius frowned, “So what?”

“So…” Dalian suddenly lowered his voice, “I believe this Empire needs a thorough ‘reformation.’

“A reformation?”

“Exactly, a reformation.”

“Everything in the past has been too ignorant and weak, including us—ha-ha—our ‘great’ Sixth Saint Roland, Calderon included.”

“In any case, the old order must be overthrown. Once the dust settles, we will be the greatest contributors to the new order.”

“Only candidates for the throne with great ambition and boldness can lead us to break free and embrace a brand new era.”

“So, mastering the royal selection is equivalent to grasping the new era.”

“My Lord, are you not even a bit tempted?”

!!

While saying this, Dalian fixed his intense gaze on the Duke before him.

Duke Tilius frowned, just about to say something.

But the next moment, a voice full of righteous indignation suddenly rang out from beside him.

It was a black-haired blue-eyed youth, his face flushed, his wrist trembling with agitation, as though he had heard something that filled him with immense rage.

“You…” he gritted his teeth, articulating each word, “You treasonous rebel! How dare you insult our great and wise Emperor Calderon!”

“As a noble descendant sanctioned by His Majesty, upholding the Empire’s iron blood and glory, I command you to immediately retract your words; otherwise, I will arrest you for treason!”

With this, the youth placed a hand on his sidearm.

However, upon seeing who stood before him, Dalian not only showed no sign of shock but even wore a slight mocking smile.

“I thought it was someone significant, but it turns out to be the ‘noble disgrace’ thrown out of the Imperial Capital.” Dalian scoffed, “Looks like after losing your divine factor, you still manage to be quite lively.”

“Now I can relax, and it wasn’t in vain for the Mosgra Family to have done everything for you.”

“What did you do?”

“What did we do? You seem utterly clueless,” Dalian took a step forward, lowering his voice before Lynn, “Of course, we framed you for your ambition, secretly cursed Marquess Bartleon into a deep sleep, and… murdered your brother on the battlefield.”

“Sometimes, one might have to live like livestock to find ignorant joy; otherwise, once faced with reality, it becomes unbearable pain.”

“Why can’t you understand such a simple concept?”

Watching the furious and pained face of the youth, Dalian was enjoying himself immensely.

Despite the slowly raised gun, he remained unfazed, “Don’t forget, your sister is still under our control, surviving today by assisting that Fourth Prince with her blood research.”

“Speaking of which, including the one on the throne, these royals truly are an icy and heartless bunch. After all, the Bartleon family has shed so much blood for the Empire, yet in the end, they are left to weep.”

“But now that you know all this, so what? Do you still dare—”

“Bang!”

With the sound of a gunshot, the scene abruptly cut off.

…

At this moment, the Political Discussion Hall was so silent one could hear a pin drop.

The Marquis Mosgra stood swaying in place, his face pale and drenched in sweat, nearly unable to keep himself upright.

Only Eunice supported him, preventing him from collapsing to the ground.

But at this moment, he was completely uninterested in dwelling on such trivial matters; all his attention was on the sealed item.

Throughout this ordeal, there had been no signs that Lynn’s memories had been altered.

This meant that this scene was the real situation that had unfolded on that day.

But… how could that be?!

He instinctively looked up, only to find that, at some point, Sixth Saint Roland was intensely staring back at him from the High Platform.

Feeling the other’s gaze, the Marquis Mosgra’s mind exploded with a “buzz.”

Someone wants to kill me!!!