Chapter 195: Chapter 142: The Gathering Storm (Part 2)

Could it be that they have already colluded with the Commercial Union, attempting to claim the Ark’s method of harnessing solar energy as their own?

The next second, the woman beside the young man suddenly turned her head to meet Qiao’s eyes, those wise and deep eyes seemed capable of seeing through all the malice in the world.

The short-haired man felt a chill in his heart and hurriedly withdrew his gaze.

A thud was heard.

At this moment, the blond-haired youth heavily smashed the Ash Soil Iron Pickaxe in his hand onto the ground.

"How can they use the noble and invaluable solar resources to create tools for slaves!"

The youth’s face was full of fury, gritting his teeth as he said, "Without a doubt, these damned sinners are desecrating our great sun!"

In the Angsak Kingdom, such actions would be an unforgivable sin!

"Calm down, Prince Ramses."

The woman beside him spoke in a gentle voice, "As an Apostle of the Sun, a future Monarch, you should learn to tolerate the ignorance of the world, which is also Emperor Zhuohui’s expectation of you."

Her voice was like the refreshing dawn, seemingly containing the power to warm the heart.

"I understand, High Priestess."

The prince took a sip of the nectar offered by a female slave, controlling his expression: "I lost my composure, I will watch my words and actions."

Why was the dignified Angsak royalty waiting in a small seaside tavern?

The reason was simple.

Anyone who wanted to enter that beautifully designed administrative main building to negotiate with the high ranks of the Ark had to make an ’appointment’ in advance.

This was a rule set in stone by Charles, even if the Governor of the Alliance came to the capital of the Ark, they had to go through the proper procedures.

Such an approach naturally caused dissatisfaction among many sailors, but the Fragmented Star War Chariot hovered over the skies of Seagull City.

Don’t like it? If you don’t like it, try taking a shot and see if you get a taste of salt.

Coupled with the Sun Warriors patrolling around the clock, all "special" guests had to swallow their dissatisfaction.

Compared to the broken brick houses of the city dwellers, this tavern was already the only acceptable building by the seaside.

Prince Ramses looked with some disgust at the dirty surroundings,

Even though the female slaves had laid clean, soft carpets at his feet, and the specially made tables and chairs were brought down from the ship, he still felt the dust in the air soiled his clothes.

"The Alliance really nailed it on the Ark people’s heads."

He murmured in displeasure: "Country bumpkins are country bumpkins, the solar resources produced in such an environment can only be filthy."

"I understand your discomfort, Your Royal Highness, and please bear with the actions of the people of this foreign country for the time being."

The High Priestess rubbed the warm Ark coins with her ivory fingers.

She smiled and said, "They are often blinded by ignorance, but when cold reality hits, the arrogant Ark Leader will lower his head, and by then, the light of the sun will once again illuminate this land."

Prince Ramses nodded.

The Angsak people always looked down upon the struggles on the sea, whether it was the Alliance or the Empire, even the King of Pirates had to bow down and compete for the Refined Sunshine produced by the Divine Sanctuary.

Every time he thought of this, Ramses couldn’t help but feel proud.

Yes, the Angsak people were naturally superior.

However, his father placed great importance on the Ark Kingdom’s sunshine refining technology, which is why he sent him and the High Priestess to this barren land.

This is undoubtedly a trial on the road to kingship!

Currently, the Ark Kingdom can only barely find a way out by depending entirely on the Alliance and the Golden Kingdom.

The prince roughly knew what kind of agreement his father and the Commercial Union had reached.

The Alliance could help the Golden Kingdom crush the Apocalypse Ark, and the Golden Kingdom, skilled at dealing with solar matters, could perfectly take over the Ark Kingdom’s Sun Mines.

Although the Alliance would take the majority of the profits, it was obviously a win-win deal.

Looking at the warriors in golden armor outside the door, Ramses’ eyes were full of deep contempt.

The sun belongs only to the Angsak people, he firmly believed it.

The Ark Kingdom’s muddy villagers are completely unworthy of using such precious solar resources!

It’s said that the Ark King is someone of his same age, ha... one can only say the difference in perspective between people is truly immense.

Suddenly, Ramses frowned.

As a prince, he was long accustomed to the flattery and kneeling around him. Although he was now in a foreign country, Ramses could no longer tolerate the eyes of the dirty and chaotic sailors around him.

"I hate the feeling of being watched by outsiders."

Ramses coldly instructed the female slaves: "Give them some money and get these people out of here."

The prince did not lower his voice, and the sailors all frowned.

This was indeed the Ark Kingdom.

However, the High Priestess did not stop the prince’s actions; her eyes were warm, and her gaze at the youth was full of indulgence.

"Everyone, though this isn’t the Angsak Island, the face of the Golden Kingdom is never to be challenged."

She lightly parted her cherry lips, her soft voice rippling out, carrying an indisputable threat: "Please accept Prince’s ’kindness.’"

The female slaves giggled as they scattered, casually tossing Bright Gold Coins at the feet of the crowd.

The sailors looked at each other, and the short-haired man silently stood up, ignoring the money on the ground, and turned to leave.

As the Ark Press had rightly pointed out, these guys were essentially fierce tigers and leopards.

"Hey? Did you forget to take the money?"

The Red-nosed Old Captain looked at his companion’s back, smiling apologetically as he bent down to pick up the coins on the ground, hurriedly following.

After a moment, the hall was already empty, and Ramses exhaled in disgust, noticing only a mysterious hooded man left in the corner of the tavern.

He was facing away from everyone, upright and straight, tossing Intoxicating Fruit into his mouth with complete disregard for the prince’s demands.

Ramses signaled coldly to the slaves.

A graceful female slave immediately giggled as she approached, reaching out to pat the man’s shoulder.

"Sir, could it be you intend to defy—"

Suddenly, a flash of cold light appeared before everyone’s eyes!

With a slap, the tender hand tied with bells fell to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

Prince Ramses widened his eyes, witnessing his female slave let out a cry of agony.

The man slowly put away the sharp blade that had been hidden under his cloak, turning to meet the gaze of the High Priestess beside the prince.

At that moment, the High Priestess seemed to see a fierce snowstorm sweeping across the plains, frozen corpses piled into a mountain, the man standing atop the mountain of bones, looking down indifferently.

The sunlight in her eyes was instantly frozen by the vast ice and snow.

The illusion shattered suddenly.

"Leave."

The man’s voice was deep, squeezing out just one word from his throat.

"We sincerely apologize, it was presumptuous of us."

The High Priestess immediately withdrew her gaze, lowering her head: "Please forgive our offense."

He was actually an officer from the Northern Empire!

She had no doubt that if she didn’t retreat, the other man would definitely slaughter all the slaves.

The female slave forcibly endured the pain, picking up her hand from the ground, retreating behind the High Priestess.

"Ah... High Priestess... should we just leave voluntarily?"

Prince Ramses’s teeth were chattering at this moment; he was witnessing the brutal ferocity of the Imperial People for the first time.

"Do not panic, Your Royal Highness."

The High Priestess lowered her voice, softly soothing the frightened prince: "The Northern Empire is also our ally, from now on you just need to be cautious."

Ramses nodded with a pale face.

The prince from the Golden Kingdom no longer complained about the harsh environment, immediately reining in his pride.

Sure enough, the cloaked man paid no attention to the cheap prince of a small country, merely tossing Intoxicating Fruit into his mouth as he patiently awaited something.

The High Priestess remained silent.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that the Ark Kingdom was actually complicated.

Why would the perpetually brutal Imperial People have come to the Ark’s capital at this time?

What startled her even more was that even such a ferocious Imperial officer had to quietly abide by the Ark’s rules...

The High Priestess felt inexplicably uneasy, and just as she fell into deep thought, the whole world suddenly began to tremble with a rumble. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Naval route! It’s the naval route!"

Someone outside the door exclaimed excitedly: "Everyone, look! There’s the outline of a naval route appearing by the sea!"

The man suddenly raised his head.