Chapter 126. The Fourteen Apostles
Alaite was sullen.
He was so sullen that he was going crazy.
'I'm a Prince, one of the five governors, the head of the Morgenlight Chamber of Commerce, and a level 40 mage. I have wealth, status, and power, so why am I so close to becoming a prisoner overnight?'
'What sin have I committed?'
He already had a general understanding of what had happened.
He was dumbfounded before he understood it and even more after!
Was this a joke?
And was God joking with him?
Someone withdrew all the gold coins from seventeen banks at the same time and made tens of thousands of tons of gold disappear into thin air.
And in the name of the Morgenlight Chamber of Commerce?
Would the Queen believe him if he said that he had no idea and that he had become a thief after a night's sleep?
Would she?
That's not right!
Only a fool would believe that!
They must have thought he and Prince Yasuo had put on a show together for tens of thousands of tons of gold!
Even the Sunfire Personal Guards had come.
The 600-man elite army under the Queen's command had an average level of more than 75. They would not be deployed for usual matters, but once they were, it would not be an ordinary matter.
Moreover, the more people there were, the bigger the matter.
p-A- n-d-A-n-0-v-e-1、(c)om Now, three hundred people were standing at the entrance of his mansion.
Good Lord, only 150 people were dispatched to welcome the new king's ascension!
Alaite knew that in at most ten minutes, the Queen would bring the other four governors and the Council of Elders' chief to his manor. These three hundred guards were here to clear the way and eliminate hidden dangers, imprisoning him in passing.
Of course, this was only one of the concerns in his heart. The other was this letter from Felix.
He had only heard of the title "Fourteen Shadow Apostles" once in his life, and it was what his father had said on his deathbed.
His father told him that before the Dark Elves were exiled to Andaheim, they were the biggest rivals of the Sunfire Court. The two fought every once in a while, and the steps of the Queen's coronation were stained with blood.
At that time, they were the supporters of the Dark Elves. They were known as the fourteen shadow apostles, the family destroyed by the fourteen crowns a long time ago.
Later, the Dark Elves lost in a political battle and were exiled to the underground. They became corrupted and changed their surnames to cut off all ties with the previous dynasty. They didn't say a word about the identity of the "Apostle." Only the chief knew about this.
But now, someone had suddenly pointed it out. What did this mean?
Alaite took a deep breath and opened the envelope.
The first sentence of the letter was:
[Prince Alaite, do you want to live?]
"What??"
[When you received this letter, there must have been 300 Sunfire Guards standing outside your door. Of course, they were not here to pay you a New Year's visit. If you want to cut off all ties with this matter, please do as written in this letter. This is your only way to survive.]
[Also, a piece of advice for you: treat Felix well!]
[-Char]
Alaite flipped the letter over twice, then hurriedly opened the envelope to see if he had left anything behind, but there were only these few lines.
Do as the letter says?
What the hell?
The letter said nothing about this!
Alaite was about to go mad, but when he saw the words "Fourteen Apostles" on the envelope, he suddenly had an idea.
He took the letter into the bedroom, closed the door and windows, blocked all the light, and then dripped a drop of blood on the envelope.
As expected, dark purple words began to flash on the back of the letter in the darkness.
It was a secret technique only the Royal Dark Elves had. Only their apostles knew how to open the letter!
There were only two additional lines of writing.
[Prince Yasuo has an affair with the demons.]
[The dark rose will bloom again.]
As Alaite watched the line of words disappear and the piece of paper was swallowed by the purple flame, his anxiety suddenly became as quiet and silent as the darkness.
Fragments interweaved in his mind, entwining and twirling.
It was Prince Yasuo who issued the loan certificate for his people.
Prince Yasuo was from the United Holy Empire.
But if he had an affair with the demons...
Alaite's breathing began to quicken.
The United Holy Kingdom's army was wreaking havoc in Elfheim in the name of eliminating demons. They had sent troops without restraint.
Wasn't it like a thief crying thief?
If this were an external threat, the sudden removal of a large number of gold coins would paralyze the imperial court from the inside.
It was an internal problem!
The result was...
Alaite suddenly sobered up. This was a major event that would overturn the elven race!
With that in mind, Alaite muttered 'Char' twice and suddenly remembered where he had heard this name.
He hurriedly rushed out, wanting to find someone to ask, but the courtyard was already filled with the Sunfire Personal Guards. His guards and servants had been cleared out.
"Do you guys know who Char is?" He grabbed one of the guards and asked.
A patrolling Captain came over, and his attitude was quite polite.
"Char? Isn't he a wanted criminal from the church not long ago? He's in the area around Golden Butterfly City. The church's people have been looking for him since the demon disaster broke out, but they didn't find him."
"Wanted criminal?"
Alaite trembled!
He seemed to have understood.
He understood everything now!
No wonder the church wanted him. It was to silence him.
The prince's face was gloomy, and his anger toward Prince Yasuo had peaked.
...
In the forest's heart, outside the palace, there was a building that combined nature and the ancient. It was called the "Glory of the Holy Tree."
It was the place where the Elders and the Senate held their daily meetings, discussions, and work.
Under normal circumstances, this place was in good order. After all, the Council of Elders did not sound young, and all the elves qualified to be called "Elders" were over 220 years old. Even if an elderly elf argued a question, they were restrained. They spoke gently and paid attention to their appearance. Only when they couldn't convince the other party would they silently take off their gloves and throw them at the other party's face. Then, the two will go out and turn left, heading to the arena next door to Holy Tree Cemetery for a match.
That was why being an Elder was a high-risk occupation. Every year, one or two members would be carried into the cemetery to defend their words.
But today, it was as chaotic as a wet market.
Because the Council of Elders was not present, the only people left were the young people in the Senate. They were like monkeys in heat, arguing until their faces were red.
In a corner, Saxson took a sip of red wine. He glanced at the chaotic situation before him and could not help but sigh.
"This is your doing, right?"
Beside him was Char, who was disguised as his assistant.
"Yes."
"You're quite capable."
"I'm sorry. I only did a little bit of work..."
Saxson snorted and swirled his wine glass.
"These elves are like monkeys in a zoo. When the caretaker was here, they were obedient. Now that the caretaker is gone, the situation has become quite interesting. I'm looking forward to what you're going to do next."
Char smiled and whispered into his ear, "Your Excellency the Duke, are you interested in becoming the governor?"
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