I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 766 - 472 Death Guidance

Royal City Central District.

The Fire Pattern Plaza under Nightfall was still bustling.

Couples and spouses walked hand in hand in the comfortable evening breeze, elderly people dressed in meticulous retro attire stood silently with their hands behind their backs admiring the statues by the fountain, and several children gathered on the lawn, playing house.

In a corner of the plaza, Noah sat earnestly on a small stool in front of an easel, meticulously depicting the beautiful scene before him.

Since rejoining the team, he had participated enthusiastically in the team’s work, spending nearly all day in the Spirit World, either fighting pollution sources or responding to distress calls from Undead Foreigners.

Only at night did he have some free time to relax through painting... Previously, following Teacher Lutina’s travels around the periphery, he had almost stepped foot in every region, only the Royal City had not been thoroughly explored, so he planned to use this rare time to depict the different corners of Bixie Crost.

"Mr. Jack and Miss Floey must be enjoying the royal banquet right now... It’s a pity, Teacher Lutina didn’t want to take me with them,"

Noah shook his head slightly with regret.

Although he was a young steward of the Silver Dragon Trade Association and had experienced numerous banquets and parties since childhood, he had never participated in such top-level banquets held by the Sun Royal Family.

"But it’s also good, this way I can immerse myself more in painting."

He chuckled lightly, dipped his brush in paint, and began to add a man in black clothing to the canvas, and somehow Noah always felt the silhouette resembled Mr. Jack.

However, when he looked up to confirm his surroundings in the plaza, he couldn’t help but smile wryly... The man was only similar to Mr. Jack in attire and stature; he had mistaken someone else.

On the lawn of the plaza.

Five or six children were playing enthusiastically, an older boy with short hair draped a floral cloth used for picnics over himself as a cape, then put on a wide-brimmed straw hat that might have been stolen from a female elder at home, on his head, and, picking up a dried tree branch from the ground, said to the other children:

"I am the messenger of the Sun God, the Proud Father! I will fulfill your wishes! Quickly write down your wishes and hand them to me!"

"Alright, respected messenger sir,"

The children mimicked the manners of adults; the boys touched their chests and bowed while the girls curtsied. Subsequently, each lay on the grass writing awkward letters on colored cardstock with pencils.

One of the girls looked up at a distant, brightly lit palace that sparkled even at night, wishing she could attend the prince’s banquet. There must be lots of delicious ice cream, right? Maybe even a magical ball like in the fairy tales?

She bent her head down again and wrote down her wish on the cardstock.

But just then, another evening breeze blew through, carrying away the cardstock from the girl’s hands.

"Ah! My wish!"

She cried out anxiously, but the strong wind had already made the cardstock disappear into the night.

In a corner hundreds of meters away.

Noah, who was fully focused on his painting, suddenly felt his hand touched by a piece of cardstock. Startled briefly, he picked up the cardstock to find it read:

"—Attend the prince’s banquet."

Noah immediately fell silent.

He looked around, but could find no suspicious person; the cardstock seemed to have fallen from the sky, landing straight into his hand.

Looking back at the canvas, Noah’s pupils contracted.

The man in black he was painting had his outline disrupted by the cardstock, causing the black paint to muddle and distort into a mess.

"Whose reminder is this?"

Noah instantly became alert, but even though he used his Sequence Six Transcendent senses, he still couldn’t find any clues.

"Could it be that there’s been trouble at the banquet, and Mr. Jack is in danger..."

He frowned, pondering this strange incident.

Suddenly, a series of urgent barks and a woman’s exclamation reached his ears:

"Oh my Sun! Jack, what happened to you?!"

Upon hearing the Leader’s name, Noah reflexively looked up to see a lavishly dressed woman, leading a Springer Spaniel, clashing with several men. The men were protecting a group of children behind them, their expressions angry.

The leading man, holding a blood-stained tree branch, and the Spaniel lay on the ground, whimpering weakly as if it had been struck by the man, beyond rescue.

"You’re too harsh! Too brutal! You actually killed my beloved Jack! You barbarians, I will definitely report this to the Security Office!"

"Lady, it was your dog that tried to attack my child. Don’t be unreasonable!"

The argument continued.

But Noah couldn’t concern himself with that anymore; he dropped his brush and, without even packing up his easel, ran directly towards the Royal Palace.

Although unclear about who was guiding him, something likely went wrong at the banquet, and Mr. Jack might truly be in danger!

A moment later.

As Noah climbed the broad, long white marble stairs, he suddenly realized a problem—he hadn’t received an invitation, how was he supposed to enter the banquet...

Yet, there was not a single Empire Guardian to be seen on the entire staircase.

He entered the Royal Palace area full of doubts and tension, likewise seeing not a single person... This made Noah even more convinced that something definitely went wrong at the dinner!

After several turns, he accidentally caught sight of the banquet hall’s door from afar, cries of alarm coming from inside.

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"How... how could this be?!"

The steward Babayeh, already pale as if ill, now adopted an even ghastlier pallor, akin to a corpse.

Thud!

Babayeh collapsed to his knees, trembling hands clutching the sleeve of Prince Dazlert. The sole heir was poisoned at his own birthday banquet, and Princess Anna perished alongside him—such a grievous event unfurled right before his eyes, and as steward, he could not escape blame.

He already envisioned the Sun King Andre’s furious outburst and saw himself being led to the execution stand, where he would be hung alive amidst loneliness and fear!

Indescribable despair enveloped Babayeh, whether from a breakdown over imminent personal ordeals or from the genuine grief for having watched the prince grow up and then mourning his tragic death... The steward, over fifty years old, suddenly burst into cries.

"Ah! Your Highness!!"

In the banquet hall, silent as a graveyard at midnight, only hysterical cries echoed.

All present guests were shocked by the scene.

The son of the Sun King and the deeply beloved princess had both been poisoned and killed?!

Chen Lun furrowed his brows, his face clouded as he observed the scene. Suddenly, he felt a small, slightly cold hand take his own.

He turned to see Floey looking at him with concern. She seemed to recognize his depression and tried to comfort him in this simple way.

Chen Lun took a deep breath and squeezed out a slight smile towards her.

Princess Anna had never mentioned any assassination plans to him, yet it had ended in such a way.

However, as his thoughts turned chaotic, he suddenly sensed something and quickly looked over to Princess Anna lying on the ground.

"Steward Babayeh, Princess Anna is still breathing,"

he stated gravely.

Babayeh initially startled, but soon he heard a noise close to his ear.

"Uh—"

The blonde girl, bleeding from all orifices, suddenly took a deep breath and trembled slightly.

Hope seemed to appear on Babayeh’s face as he regained his senses... He quickly got up and called for attendants, ordering them to summon the doctor.

At this moment, under Babayeh’s emergency measures, Princess Anna vomited a mouthful of black blood and lay extremely weakly in the steward’s arms.

"Princess, how are you?!"

Anna’s eyes were dim, her complexion pale as if on the brink of death.

She didn’t respond to Babayeh’s words but whispered lightly into Babayeh’s ear:

"Seal... seal the banquet hall."

The realization dawned on the steward that the poisoner might still be at the scene, so he immediately shouted:

"Seal the scene! Let no one leave!"

Clang, clang, clang!

Dozens, perhaps hundreds of Empire guards, armored and armed, tightly surrounded all the guests, and the great doors of the banquet hall were locked shut.

Suddenly, the guests, somewhat panicked by this development, started to make a commotion.

By this time, Chen Lun had already stood up from the sofa with Floey. He didn’t rashly flee the scene with Floey; that would be courting death, but he also didn’t dare make any reckless move and simply stood by quietly, waiting to see how things would unfold.

Observing Princess Anna’s feeble condition, he had some insight.

’A scheme of self-harm... Drinking poisoned wine alongside the prince but carefully controlling the dose, or perhaps she had taken a small amount of antidote beforehand, ensuring her own survival and shedding some suspicion.’

He also roughly guessed the ability of the crown Princess Anna was wearing from her series of actions.

’It’s likely some sort of rule-based Mysterious Object... First using the prince’s obsession with the Cross Sword, intentionally allowing him to obtain it to fulfill a condition, then he must accept her poisoned wine... It might also have some mystic interference effects. Otherwise, once a high-ranking diviner steps in after the fact, they could easily reveal what happened, implicating her in fratricide and possibly exposing her connection with the Solar Cross Society.’

Chen Lun took a deep breath, impressed by Princess Anna’s schemes.

Although the plan was simple, it was incredibly effective.

Just as the atmosphere in the banquet hall had become unbearably tense and heavy, an unexpected event occurred once again!

The body of Prince Dazlert, who was already dead beyond any doubt, suddenly burst into flames!

Fierce flames engulfed the body, and bizarre golden streaks appeared in the fire, swirling and intertwining, forming a scorching pillar of fire.

All present were forced to retreat by the heatwave, raising their hands to shield against the blinding light.

A spectral image of a massive bird of fire, conveying immense authority, spread its wings from within the column of fire, and the already dead Dazlert slowly walked out from the flames, naked.

"The power of the mythical Phoenix..."

A black-skinned woman among the guests murmured, frowning.

This was Camacho, the High Priest of the Hailing Group, who at a glance recognized the secret behind Prince Dazlert’s rebirth.

"Unexpectedly, the Sun King granted such power to a mere mortal prince."

Lying in Babayeh’s arms, Princess Anna’s eyes flickered with disbelief, and then she sank into silence, as if foreshadowing deep resentment.