Seeing the carriage Charlie Cullen was riding in, Ellie Miller understood why he dared to ‘act so recklessly’.
The carriage the Lord rode in was carved with the emblem of the Clark Royal Family, accompanied by 16 Golden Knights riding Royal Gryphons.
No wonder this ‘former uncle-in-law’ dared to be so arrogant; it seemed he had found “external support”.
However, Artor Coldcrest, seeing the royal crest prominently displayed on the carriage, just curled his lips in mockery.
Ellie Miller noticed, her heart rate slightly quickening.
Perhaps, Artor Coldcrest’s ambitions were greater than she had imagined.
The two of them walked up to the carriage, but Charlie Cullen, sitting inside, still didn’t intend to step out.
Artor Coldcrest drew the sword from the Follower Knight beside him with a backhand motion.
Apparently, it wasn’t just Ellie Miller who saw this; a gigantic “bubble” emerged from the carriage in front of them.
The “bubble” overflowing with fear and [ah].
The Royal Knights guarding the carriage were also under a “colorful” canopy—
[Damn!
What is Coldcrest trying to do!?]
[Is the fool from the Cullen Family brain-dead??
Why provoke this madman for no reason!]
[I heard the Duke of Coldcrest is a step away from the ‘Holy Knight’ tier; are we 16 Golds capable of beating that???]
[Shit!!!
I should’ve dragged that pig from the Cullen Family off the carriage just now!]
The Royal Knights had their hands on the swords at their sides, the air thick with the smell of “gunpowder”, as if a fight could break out any moment.
Ellie Miller instinctively took a step back to avoid getting caught in a real fight.
The Duke swung his long sword as if it were an extension of his arm, tracing a crescent-shaped platinum sword wave in the air.
The sword wave slashed directly at the carriage.
The Golden Knights turned pale with shock, not expecting Coldcrest to really make a move without a word.
But after all, they were knights of the Gold Tier, each raising a massive, translucent “shield” to defend against the Duke’s attack.
The shields overlapped like layered flower buds, tightly covering the central carriage.
In a flash, the sword wave met the shields.
Then, you saw the Duke’s sword wave slicing through them like a layered cake.
The first shield shattered in an instant, followed by the second, the third…
until the last shield was broken, the sword wave still unstoppable.
The knights drew their swords, and several long swords resisted the Duke’s sword wave.
And then there was nothing more.
The Royal Knights confronting the sword wave were instantly blown away, like kites with broken strings, flying seven to eight meters away before pathetically eating dirt.
Immediately afterward, the unrestrained sword wave flipped the luxurious royal carriage.
The overturned carriage almost crashed into the remaining Royal Knights, but thankfully, their Gryphons were very “discerning” and flew straight into the sky, startled by the Duke’s sword wave.
With a “swish,” Artor Coldcrest sheathed his sword, his calm blue eyes gazing at the chaotic scene before him.
Ellie Miller: “…” Kind of cool.
The carriage door was awkwardly pushed open, and Charlie Cullen, with his court wig askew, struggled to crawl out of the carriage.
Ellie Miller finally saw her long-lost ‘former uncle-in-law’, the middle-aged man with sunken eye bags, dark circles under his eyes, and a bloated face.
The court wig had also tilted to one side, revealing a balding ‘Mediterranean’ scalp.
In the original memory, even if Charlie Cullen wasn’t as handsome as the Duke, he was still a rare good-looking man who should still be a handsome middle-aged man after all these years, but this current person was a big departure, right???
Time for him can no longer be described as a mere ‘slaughter knife’.
Then came Lady Cullen, whose love for the aristocratic ‘cake skirt hem’ made her quite clumsy.
Finally, the returning Golden Knights awkwardly helped her out of the carriage.
“Won’t get off,” the Duke said, looking at the party from the Royal Capital, “I don’t mind ‘teaching’ you.”
Charlie Cullen’s face twisted with anger.
However, with an imperceptible tug from his wife, he forcibly squeezed out a smile for the Duke.
“…
There must have been a misunderstanding just now.”
Even without using the Mind Reading Technique, Ellie Miller could tell this couple was up to something.
Sure enough, soon, bubbles kept popping over their heads.
[Ha!
That bastard Artor Coldcrest!]
[As arrogant as you are now, your fall will be just as miserable when the time comes!!]
[Damn it!
The Nesses saw what just happened!
[Damn it!
How do those bitches in the Ness Family always marry good men!
[Heh!
No worries, those bitches’ good days are coming to an end.]
Ellie Miller’s brow furrowed tighter, her opinion of the couple directly bottoming out.
Due to noble courtesy, no matter how much the Duke loathed them, he had to entertain this group of visitors from the Royal Capital in Kostanyn.
The Royal Knights stayed by the Lord’s side without leaving a step.
Though they themselves doubted whether they could protect Lord Cullen under the Duke of Coldcrest’s hand.
Artor Coldcrest sat on a two-seater sofa next to Ellie Miller.
The handsome man rested one hand on the backrest behind Ellie Miller, too lazy to glance at the couple sitting across from them.
Vice-Captain Balk and several Great Knight Commanders were also present.
At this time, they became the Duke’s ‘spokesmen’, in charge of conversing with the group from the Royal Capital.
And the Duke of Coldcrest merely listened absentmindedly.
Lord Cullen tried several times to talk to the Duke, but didn’t receive even an eye contact in return.
Ellie Miller watched as the man’s face turned into the color of a liver one bit at a time.
“Speaking of which, it’s graduation season at the Academy of Magic again, I wonder how many mages The Duchy has recruited this year?” the Lord asked with a strange smile.
Even Balk, who had maintained a relatively amicable expression, visibly darkened.
A giant blood-red “bubble” popped over his head: [Damn!
Is this idiot tired of living?]
Sure enough, the unresponsive Duke slowly lifted his eyes, his cold blue gaze falling on Charlie Cullen.
Ellie Miller had never seen the man’s current expression.
It was as if he were a dragon…
about to rage.
Sweat suddenly beaded on Charlie Cullen’s forehead, but it didn’t stop him from bravely continuing his foolhardy action, “Ah, I’m just an insignificant lord, with only a few advanced mages in my domain…”
“But, even with just my few mages casting Level Four fireballs, they gave your knights quite a bit of trouble, didn’t they?”
“Without The Church’s healing and no Magic Potions for treatment, I suppose those injured Knights have already returned to the embrace of God of The Radiance.” Charlie Cullen couldn’t help but let out a delighted chuckle.
“Speaking of which, our Majesty is truly merciful; he was very angry when he heard about the ‘unjust war’ in my territory.”
“So, His Majesty lent me a ‘Master of the Mage Tower’ who works for The Royal Family, Jupis, Lord of the Red Tower.”
Charlie Cullen met the gaze of the Duke of Coldcrest with a sinister look, “Ah, Your Grace, would you like to meet this distinguished lord?”
Ellie Miller can imagine the expression of the man beside her without even looking.
“I’m curious, between a Platinum Tier Knight and a ‘Master of the Mage Tower’ Tier Mage, which is more formidable?” Saying this, he finally couldn’t hold back and showed a sinister smile.
With that, he twisted the ring embedded with a Magic Stone.
As soon as the Magic Stone released a complex Magic Array, a Magic Gate appeared out of nowhere before everyone.
Balk and the others immediately stood up, their hands on their swords.
In the next second, an impatient, elderly voice came from within the Magic Gate, “Oh!!
Damn it!
Damn it!
How many times have I told you not to contact me when I’m squatting on the toilet!”
“Talk to me when I come out, you hear me!” the elderly voice roared angrily.
Charlie Cullen’s sinister smile froze on his face, looking exactly like a jester performing seriously in a tavern.
“Pfft~” Ellie Miller considered herself professional, not one to laugh in such a serious situation.
Unless she couldn’t hold it in!