Pirate Kingship-Chapter 867 - 515: If I Can’t Save My Father-in-law, I’ll Bury His Whole Family With Him! (Part 2)
But when Edward, once only the Duke of York, pursued Elizabeth and extended an olive branch to him, he changed allegiances without hesitation.
With familiarity of the Lancaster Party’s inner workings, he returned to massacre former colleagues, repeatedly achieving great merit for the York family.
Among those who most aided Edward IV’s rise to power were none other than The Kingmaker Warwick and Old Woodville.
Calling him Lancaster Party’s number one traitor wasn’t an exaggeration.
"The first generation paves the way through thorns, the second washes feet ashore to stabilize foundations, the third is finally qualified to declare themselves nobility.
During this process, it’s inevitable that hands will be stained with filthy blood. I don’t care either.
Don’t talk about Byron Tudor, even if it’s the orphan heir of the old master family, Byron Lancaster, I wouldn’t mind personally sending them off, reuniting their whole family.
One must be ruthless to stand firm. Honest Man, always bound by ridiculous moral views, inevitably struggles to emerge, doomed to poverty for a lifetime!"
Withdrawing his gaze from the castle once belonging to Lancaster, a hint of wolf-like cruelty flickered in his eyes.
In fact, if his son-in-law Edward IV were to die prematurely due to unchecked chamber activities with his daughter, he wouldn’t mind becoming the Protector of the Realm, properly "assisting" his nephew Edward V to ascend the throne.
Clearing out Duke of York family members who might threaten his status, making the Woodville Family the foremost Great Nobles in Hightins.
"Quickly search, over here."
"Enemy presence, kill!"
Supporting troops continuously flooded into the snow-covered forest, engaging in fierce battle around Old Woodville, unmoved by the surrounding sounds of slaughter.
As if these people didn’t die because of him, merely a swarm of irrelevant ants fleeing.
Raising his hand, he lightly brushed the tadpole-shaped mark emitted by the Tears of Rupert on his chest, head large with a small tail, radiating a glazed light.
It was this treasure that granted him near invincible defense, reducing presence akin to a tiny bee, allowing him to escape easily to the present.
Witnessing the increasingly dense search network and increasingly savage skirmishes, a hint of meaningful expression emerged on Old Woodville’s face:
"Everyone thinks swapping the Flaw Gate takes me a whole day, but do you really believe this is the truth?
Who would be foolish enough to reveal their trump card? Hah..." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
All this while unaware, the aura of calamity, with him at the vortex center, began to spin rapidly overhead, drawing more dangers and surprises near.
Among them flickered several ominous stars.
Were Violet and Vanessa, such Calamity Witch, to take a glance here, their eyes would surely be pierced by the pervasive aura of calamity.
Though the scale cannot compare to The Holy Silver Empire, it alone is already terrifying enough upon one person.
Suddenly.
"Clang" sound.
Old Woodville seemed to accidentally kick something, looking down discovered it was an exquisite ceramic bottle.
Before he could react, the other party rolled twice on the ground and the bottle cap opened by itself, a voice emanated:
"Hey old man, you kicked me, pay up!
If you want to pass through here, you must fulfill my three wish..."
Boom!
Before the voice finished, Old Woodville suddenly kicked it along with the ceramic bottle far into the depths of the forest.
Cautious by nature, the Old Knight had no intention of entertaining such strange things.
Preparing to quickly leave this place that spawned ominous premonitions, he halted, the Bastard Sword at his waist unsheathed with a clang, turning to face the forest nearby like encountering a major foe.
At this moment, the bird songs suddenly vanished, nearby scout skirmishes seemed barely audible.
Only bone-chilling murderous intent, raising hackles on Old Woodville, approached wave after wave from the woods.
Then the sounds, "step! step! step!" of even more stable footsteps than his own reached his ears, steadily advancing in his direction, growing ever closer and louder.
Like a hammer striking his heart, one beat at a time.
The previous voice rang again:
"Damn bastard dared kick me? Since I started portraying the sprite in the bottle this is the first time I suffer such indignation! I’ll kill you!"
"Shut up, Leonardo. Do all devils chatter so much?"
The devil’s tone instantly shifted from arrogance to flattery:
"Yes, my master. Look, I said you could locate this fellow, right?
Tears of Rupert can reduce presence by ninety-nine percent, but it doesn’t render one completely invisible.
We devils, experts in reaping souls, earlier dispatched Painted Spirit to steal a strand of the Fifth Element from him during the ambush, using it to cast Soul Hunting. As long as we’re close enough, his location can be locked."
Shortly after, a bizarre group stepped fully out of the mountains and forests.
A tall, valiant young man, a blonde girl holding an umbrella for him, a palm-sized tiny person, and a youthful painter carrying a damaged ceramic bottle.
Old Woodville hadn’t met Teris and Leonardo always hidden behind Painted Spirit of Hell’s Eighteen Scenes.
Just observing the two at the front felt somewhat familiar, yet due to Shapeshifting and Cognitive Revision had no recognition.
He coolly responded:
"Are you people from the Earl’s Party? Warwick is no match for Your Majesty, I advise you switch allegiances early, or risk losing your lives."
