Kala hesitated before speaking his mind. “The Dead Island City… It belongs to Kent now. He holds ownership over the land. To extract the Titan crystal, we might need months of time as we need powerful diggers who can go miles into the underground.
We don’t have much time to construct the teleportation Gate as promised. Extracting the Titan crystal in 2 weeks is almost impossible. So, you must do something to get the dead island city into the ownership of our family.” Kala explained in a worried tone.
The excitement drained from King Hoon’s face in an instant, replaced by a deep regret. He slammed his fist on the armrest of his throne. “Curse that masked brat! I knew we shouldn’t have traded that cursed land after the Honor Justice fight! God… what do we do now? That masked brat won’t return the city even if we trade a big city in return.”
Chuli’s lips twisted in frustration. “Father, we must reclaim the land, or we lose everything! Think something, father.”
Kala nodded. “If word of this gets out, the deal with Kent will be nullified. We must act swiftly. Before he discovers what lies beneath his feet.”
King Hoon’s face darkened, his mind racing. “Damn that fool who convinced me to make that trade. Curse the day I listened to him! We must find a way to revoke Kent’s claim over the city… before it’s too late.”
“Father, there is no use in cursing the ministers. We can’t change what already happened. Let’s think about how to get back the dead island city. I think if we contact the queen mother Soya, she might help us. Let’s propose a Mid range City to Kent in return for the dead island city.” Princess Chuli suggested With a thoughtful look.
King Doom nodded his head and hurriedly picked the glass orb to contact the queen mother. Explore stories at My Virtual Library Empire
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Blue Planet, Sacred Deity Sect.
Madam Clark sat in her spacious study, piles of financial records spread across the large desk before her. For the past month, she had been busier than ever, meticulously gathering every last resource, treasure, and asset her faction possessed.
The impending Sworn Wizards Meeting of the Nine Realms was fast approaching, where the decision to go to war against the Nine Realms Association—and potentially the Seventh Realm Quinn family—would be discussed.
The air of certainty surrounding the upcoming war weighed heavily on her. Everyone knew that once Kent returned from the Spirit World, the battle was inevitable.
With that in mind, the nine factions had been stockpiling resources and contacting their most powerful allies—wizards who had sworn to fight by their side when the time came.
Suddenly, the heavy doors to her hall opened with a soft creak, and Anjan, her towering nine-foot-tall bodyguard, entered. His expression was as stoic as ever, but the small slip of parchment he handed her spoke volumes.
Madam Clark took the slip, glanced over it quickly, and let out a soft hum of approval. “Two Quinn family spies… they’ve been investigating Kent’s background on the Blue Planet,” she muttered to herself.
A sly smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she folded the slip neatly. “As expected, Kent hasn’t been silent in the Seventh Realm. After all, who can keep a lion silent in the wild forest?”
Without another word, she turned to Anjan, her voice sharp and commanding. “Finish off the spies. Leave no evidence.”
Anjan bowed silently and left the room, his footsteps echoing faintly as he disappeared down the hall.
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Frost Family Herb Garden…
Kent sat in the quiet serenity of the herb garden, his mind swirling with thoughts. In his hands lay two mysterious items gleaming under the soft light.
One was a lion-head-shaped locket attached to a gold chain; the other was a glass pearl containing a golden tree-like structure inside it, its delicate branches ending in symbols of a sun and moon eclipse.
Both treasures had been passed to him by Thea before she left for the Autumn Wind Sect. Aunt Eila had explained that the lionhead locket was the key to unlocking the treasury of the royal Quinn family—his father’s family. But even Aunt Eila was unsure about the second item, the glass pearl.
Kent’s fingers traced the surface of the glass pearl, his brow furrowed. “Emptying the royal family’s treasury before leaving the Seventh Realm… sounds fitting,” he muttered, his thoughts drifting toward the impending war.
His contemplation was interrupted by the hurried footsteps of King Ragnar, who came rushing into the garden, his face tense with urgency.
“Kent!” Ragnar called out, his voice filled with concern.
Kent looked up from the two treasures, quickly sliding them into his spirit ring. “What’s the hurry, Uncle?” he asked, standing to meet Ragnar’s gaze.
Ragnar’s expression was grim. “The Doom family has requested an urgent meeting with you. The Palace Chief will also be present, and it’s to take place at the Royal Capital City.”
Kent frowned, clearly confused. “The Doom family? What for? I’ve already paid them five times the cost for the teleportation gate. Why are they still dragging this out?”
Ragnar shook his head, a troubled look on his face. “I don’t know. But something seems wrong. I received word that the Doom family has already sent more than 10,000 workers and skilled laborers to build the gate. Everything was progressing well, and now… suddenly, this.”
Kent’s frustration boiled over. “What are these fools doing? I paid them to get the job done, not to waste time with these ridiculous demands.”
Ragnar exhaled sharply. “That’s exactly why we need to attend this meeting. Whatever has happened, we won’t know until we meet them in person.”
Kent clenched his fists, clearly irritated. “Fine. If they’re playing games, they’ll regret it.” He cast a dark glance toward the direction of the capital. “Let’s see what nonsense they’re planning now.”
Ragnar nodded solemnly. “This doesn’t feel right. But I don’t want to drag this drama.”
“Neither do I, Uncle. But if they think they can test my patience, they’ll soon learn lessons.” Kent uttered with clenched fists.