Apocalypse Lord-Chapter 61 - 59: Surging Undercurrents

Camelot, Lion Heart Palace.

Sigma listened to the Secret Guard’s report with an expressionless face, clutching his monocle, his knuckles turning slightly white.

Snow was dead, the sharp-minded young man had met a gruesome end in the kingdom’s southern territory, head separated from body.

The good news is, although Snow was silenced immediately, the Grey-clothed Secret Guard managed to find clues about the Empire, making his death not entirely meaningless.

Sigma finally managed to untangle the threads amidst the chaotic and blurred situation.

First, it was the Empire’s elite ’Night Owl Hunters’ who killed Snow and others.

These guys are monsters on the same level as the Grey-clothed Secret Guard!

They always lurk in shadows, setting traps, watching prey struggle in despair, only appearing at the last moment to reap the prey’s hopelessness.

Secondly, the Secret Guards also found the meat infusion potion hidden in the noble brewery.

This stuff, when diluted in the hands of the vigilant, has been used in the drinks for years, causing Lion Heart nobles who love hosting banquets to turn into medicine jars.

It’s truly terrible...

This land will never be able to develop.

Sigma finally understood the main reason for the foolish minds and deranged behaviors of the Lion Heart nobles.

Although the meat infusion potion can temporarily increase strength and put warriors into a berserk state, the cost is exceedingly high.

It will never be metabolized by the human body, addictive, tears reason apart, accumulates madness, significantly shortens lifespan...

The various negative effects make this potion a world-recognized prohibited item, even the Empire’s citizens avoid it like the plague.

The fact is clear, the Empire’s upper echelons have been operating on this land for a very long time.

The Alliance is the newcomer.

The Lion Heart nobles have already drunk their brains rotten, but what is the Empire’s purpose in doing so?

Sigma gazed out the window at the overcast sky, lost in thought.

Lion’s Heart Glory... Celestial Calamity prototype Blood Plague... meat infusion potion...

Each clue in his mind pieces together, ultimately pointing to that chilling truth.

——The Empire is researching and utilizing the Abyssal disaster.

Lion Heart Kingdom is the origin of the meat infusion potion, and the Empire’s upper echelons have quietly transformed this land into a breeding ground for profits!

Those Empire maniacs have completely lost it?! That’s a Celestial Calamity from the sea!!

Calamities have always been civilization’s mortal enemies. If this matter were publicized within the Empire, it might trigger massive rejection and protests from its citizens.

Sigma’s breaths became gradually hurried, at this moment, he finally understood the ambiguous voting stance of the Alliance’s main island.

Concerning calamities and the Empire, the upper echelon would naturally treat it carefully, such a matter requires a dozen or so main island meetings to be decided.

So, what is the deep-seated intention of the Governor sending himself to this land?

The oceanographer from White Oak Main Island has already been killed, and he remains indifferent because the scholar himself was merely a pawn.

Due to his death, the Alliance was able to make a move against it, successfully elevating the Second Princess to the throne and lifting port restrictions, allowing hungry merchants to flood in.

But what if... he himself is also a pawn...

Sigma felt a chill down his spine.

Fortress Main Island, being the absolute radical faction, will never allow the Empire to act wantonly, but revealing the truth achieves nothing, as the two sides have already been spreading rumors about each other.

Now is a time of truce. Any side that takes the initiative will be hindered by their peace-seeking peers.

But what about the death of an excellent diplomat?

If he continues to trace the potion’s source, he will certainly be targeted by the Night Owl Hunters. The Empire’s upper echelons would never allow him to uncover the truth.

The Alliance’s upper echelons did not grant the Grey-clothed Secret Guard any authority, so will they really protect him in times of crisis?

Cold sweat had already soaked through Sigma’s shirt, he rubbed the monocle forcefully, forcing himself to calm down.

Fortunately, heaven still stands on his side.

Because the Abyssal disaster has already spiraled out of control in Prince Ryan’s madness!

No civilization can long reign over calamities; even a mighty Empire can’t do it.

Now it seems, Lion Heart Kingdom has already lost its value to the Empire, the Hunters’ revealing themselves is the clearest evidence.

They no longer hide their figures, killing merchants is merely a warning.

Anyway, Lion Heart Kingdom will disappear forever, and the deeds of the Empire’s upper echelons will be buried deep beneath the sea, unnoticed.

Sigma’s complexion grew even gloomier.

Though he managed to cling to life amidst the surging undercurrents, from a diplomat’s perspective, this trip to Lion Heart was undoubtedly a failure.

This will leave an indelible mark of shame in his administrative career!

The man’s eyes glinted with the cold gaze of a vulture.

He is just a pawn in the Governor’s hand...

But what of it?

Being a pawn means he still has utility; for Alliance officials, that’s not necessarily bad.

He refuses to be confined to a mere diplomat; he wants to prove his worth, to climb at any cost!

Sigma abruptly lifted his head, looking at the emotionless grey mask before him: "Secret Guard, tell me Lord Roland’s recent movements."

He is not without cards to play.

"Roland has successfully taken over the Southern Territory Lord’s mine, rapidly expanding his domain."

The Secret Guard’s voice was chilly and hollow, her words concise: "Additionally, he has successfully captured ’Black-winged Calamity Master’ Eleanor, the two are suspected of forming an alliance."

"Black-winged Calamity Master? That Doragon Pirate Leader?"

Sigma clearly froze for a moment, subconsciously standing up: "How did Roland capture her?"

"With a rope made of flax," the Secret Guard replied.

Sigma: ...

Since when do the Grey-clothed Secret Guards learn to joke?

He furrowed his brows: "Have you observed Roland up close?"

Upon hearing this, the Secret Guard’s response unusually showed a hint of hesitation, she slowly shook her head: "I can’t get close to his manor, Mr. Diplomat."

"Why? It’s just observation, which never oversteps authority, right?"

Sigma was somewhat baffled: "Besides, gathering intelligence is supposed to be your forte, isn’t it?"

"Matrix consciousness forbids us from approaching ’Roland’ as this special entity."

The Secret Guard whispered: "From our perspective, Lord Roland is an extremely dangerous existence."

Sigma fell silent.

He massaged his brow.

Exactly how many sea-dwelling monsters were drawn to the blood-stained chessboard of Lion Heart Kingdom?

Clearly, the one entrenched in the Southern Territory is no longer Roland Howard, who knows what kind of creature lurks beneath that human skin.

Could it be there’s another perilous race like ’Doragon’ emerging in this world?

Sigma’s eyes flickered.

Perhaps, there is still hope for his political career.

He must seize this opportunity!