Chapter 90: The Unemployed Merlin!

The Kingdom of Kent fell within half a month.

The Seven Kingdoms era of the British Isles was still in its infancy—a loose, informal alliance of tribes; in fact, Deng Ken didn’t just destroy one kingdom, he also wiped out the future Kingdom of Wessex along the way.

In this era of England, a few thousand people would dare call themselves a kingdom, with territory no larger than one or two counties.

East Anglia was one of the future official Seven Kingdoms, yet its territory

“What are you laughing at? Are you mocking me? Listen, Lu Yun—if you dare misbehave or disobey me in our Fang family, I’ll beat your ass raw,” Fang Luqing pouted, acting spoiled and domineering.

On the other side, Leng Yihao clearly had a private space to speak and recognized Fu Yan’s voice, but he retorted without any gratitude.

Sure enough, the day after Fang Li and the others arrived at Sprite Town, they finally met Roy and his group; Fang Li even spotted several familiar figures. Those guys had run with such flamboyant speed when chased by beasts that Fang Li had marveled at them back then.

Wang Xi smiled faintly, shaking her head, but tears shimmered in her eyes; she said nothing, only moved closer to Yun’s mother.

“Soldiers take risky paths, chess players make daring moves—he had no other choice,” Sai Jiaomei felt a pang of sorrow, fearing that Yin Ling would harbor resentment and torment herself forever.

“Boss, boss, something feels off,” the lackey pushed Wang Dezhu again, staring at the closed private room door and the burly security guard glaring at them with hostile eyes, his unease growing.

The soldiers of the Sixth Company advanced as a unified whole in a neat triangular formation under Ma Fucai’s leadership.

Lin Feng recognized one of the elderly men as Premier Zhu of Huaxia Nation—thanks to his second uncle, who, fearing Lin Feng might not recognize Premier Zhu and cause embarrassment, had downloaded photos of him online beforehand for Lin Feng to memorize.

Zhao Shuangying fought desperately, but against Lin Tian’s fierce, explosive, and already transcendentally refined blade technique, she couldn’t even block a single strike; the absolute gap in cultivation level rendered all her efforts futile.

The office held only the auctioneer and the mysterious young man; it seemed this mysterious youth was the company’s owner?

After staring blankly for a long while and failing to come up with an answer, Xiao Shizhu simply gave up thinking and replied casually: “Do as you please. You two are ghosts who’ve spent years in the Underworld bureaucracy—you’re seasoned veterans. I trust either of you with the Teng Immortal Miao Village.”

“What in the world is going on?” the Japanese commander repeatedly asked inside his command center.

But her face no longer held a smile, nor the earlier charm; only her deep furrowed blue eyebrows remained.

Hearing him speak of such a seemingly insignificant thing in such a casual tone, Boru Kangpan suddenly clenched his fists; this naked provocation and malice sent a chill through him.

The despair that once drove him to seek death now fully controlled Cunyu. His expression was blank, his gaze hollow, the demon blade in his hand slowly pointing toward himself.

Yi Qiong hurriedly said, realizing the family didn’t take Lin Xiao seriously at all; secretly, he regretted agreeing to Lin Xiao’s conditions.

“Comrades, you’ll learn our names soon enough,” Kang Ning said, walking out while holding Liu Yue’s hand.

Lin Xiao spoke calmly; he was unfamiliar with the Tianhuo Clan and didn’t know how to explain his origins, so he made up a lie—but Huoshan didn’t doubt him, since the entire Sacred Realm was populated by Tianhuo Clan members, and no matter the branch, they all came from the same place.

Besides that, a middle-aged man, around forty, dressed in a sharp suit, sat on the nearby sofa, radiating quiet authority.