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“This texture! This taste! How can it be so delicious!”

Noah’s eyes widened. Tears welled up in his eyes uncontrollably, and soon slid down his cheeks.

This scrumptious sensation was simply too touching.

This food made a grown man weep, and ripped the shirt of a 700-year-old man. Was this the test of humanity…

“A grown man weeping over a tiny dessert,” Merante said disdainfully.

Noah sniffled as he reminded Merante, “Then pull up your shirt first, Grandpa. Take care of your image.”

The tiny salted egg yolk pastry went into their stomachs soon.

The two of them looked at each other, and saw the unfulfillment in each other’s eyes.

If it weren’t for the fact that they couldn’t go out now, and they were embarrassed to ask Boss Mag for more, they could easily eat another 10.

“Come, let’s eat.” Noah took out the braised chicken, sat down, and started eating.

Andre coldly said, “Find him. However, I don’t want to hear anything about this incident anywhere else.”

“Yes!” all the courtiers answered, and a few of them quickly left.

“All of you may go now. Lear, stay back,” Andre said.

All the courtiers left, and Lear was the only one who stayed.

“Are you certain that it was Josh that you saw last night?” Andre asked Lear.

“Yes. Although he was wearing a black robe, I wounded him when I was fighting with him. I happened to see his face, and I am certain that it was Prince Josh.” Lear nodded.

“He is a magic caster who has never learned how to wield a sword.” Andre frowned.

“His movements were shifty and weird. He didn’t fight with me directly, but his power should be above the 9th-tier, and not that of a magic caster’s. Furthermore, there was an uncomfortable aura emanating from him. It made one fearful when one got close to him.” Lear recalled the situation where he fought with the man in black robe last night. He was still getting chills down his back.

Andre nodded slightly, and frowned silently for a while before waving his hand, and said, “You may leave.”

“Yes,” Lear answered, and quickly retreated out of the royal study.

Andre sat down slowly. He was silent for a long time before saying to a corner, “What do you think about this?”

A black shadow slowly appeared from the corner, and said hoarsely, “Your Majesty, Lear isn’t lying. Blum’s corpse is indeed weird too. I checked the scene last night, and an eerie evil aura was indeed found there. Although I am not certain that it was done by the second prince, I’m afraid it has something to do with the devil.”

“Find him and bring him back to me,” Andre said.

“Yes.”

***

“What’s going on now? Seems like Josh has indeed become the devil’s puppet. He has even killed Blum. I’m afraid he will kill more people to start a war so that he can absorb more resentment,” Louis, who was next to the window, told Douglas, who was sitting at the table.

“It seems like Andre doesn’t want anyone else to know about it. Even when his son has done him a misdeed behind his back, he would rather undertake all this silently himself after he came back,” Douglas coldly said. “But we can’t let him cover this up. The Norland Continent will never have peace if the devil assumes control over him too.”

“So?”

“We will pull off his underwear since he wants to cover it up.”

“Woah. Are you that perverted?”

“What’s wrong with a man being perverted?”

“It’s great. I like it. But, what do we do?”

“Since he doesn’t want people to know about this, we will make this known to everyone on the Norland Continent, and make Josh a wanted man. We will find him, and then kill him,” Douglas said coldly.

***

“I need to run an errant. I’m going to get a letter,” Mag informed Irina before going out.

The Gray Temple had an office in Rodu. As an individual who had received the highest clearance, Mag had gotten in touch with the Gray Temple’s office on the first day that he arrived at Rodu. He could receive the latest intel every day.

This was much more convenient and accurate than the intel that he had to search for and buy outside himself. These were the latest first-hand news.. Perhaps even Michael hadn’t even received them yet.