My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS-Chapter 215 - 142: The Seven Members of the Royal Court Team, Compilation of Generation-Level Curiosities

Lorenzo put down his knife and fork and sipped his red wine: "You suspect Cezar killed him?"

"No, at first I suspected the butler." Cosimo shook his head, "But I’ve already investigated, that butler is just a low-level Anecdote Envoy, only able to use the most basic Anecdote Fragment, like ’Moving Stairs’ and ’Pigeon Messenger.’ He couldn’t possibly defeat the killer’s ’Werewolf,’ which is one of the most powerful ordinary-level Anecdote Fragments."

"Then could it only be Cezar who killed him?"

"Do you think this waste could kill someone? And then calmly sit at the dining table with us the next day as if nothing happened? Brother, he would cry if he accidentally killed a bug. Don’t you know his character?"

Lorenzo pondered for a moment: "Cezar is a holder of a generational Anecdote; as long as he has the chance to unleash it, defeating that killer isn’t a problem."

Cosimo snorted coldly: "Generational Anecdote? I still think he was just lucky. For years, because of an insignificant generational Anecdote, Father King favors him; it’s simply unreasonable..."

At that moment, a creepy feeling suddenly surged in their hearts, causing their skin to shiver.

As if, being watched by some foreign object.

Lorenzo and Cosimo were slightly stunned, and their conversation abruptly stopped.

In the next instant, they both looked to their side.

Then they saw an unbelievable scene: in the crystal ball that Cezar was holding, a palm-sized shark lowered its face and stared at them motionlessly.

The shark’s pupils sparkled in the seawater, radiating a dark blue hue, like an abyss.

In the brightly lit hall of the Royal Palace, guests mingled at the invitation. It seemed that no one noticed this bizarre scene like they did, and they suddenly felt as if plunged into an icy cave, their backs covered in cold sweat.

Ji Minghuan controlled the Third Body, slowly moving his gaze away from the faces of the two princes.

He thought: The eldest prince and second prince used "Pigeon Messenger" to notify Cezar, inviting him to this royal banquet, probably to take advantage of the banquet’s guise to check on his situation.

After all, the two princes had just sent assassins to attack Cezar last night. How dare they meet Cezar in person? Neither morally nor logically would it make sense.

Cezar sipped his cream mushroom soup spoonful by spoonful. Occasionally, he raised his eyes from the soup to sneak a glance at the eldest prince and second prince.

But his two brothers never paid him any attention and chatted with other nearby royals instead.

Cezar waited a long, long time, but his brothers still didn’t call him.

Feeling quite disappointed, he feigned needing the bathroom, picked up the crystal ball, stood up from the table, drooped his head, and slowly strolled towards the door.

He paused in front of the main door for a second, hesitated, then slowly looked back, gazing at his two brothers at the table from afar. Ultimately, Lorenzo and Cosimo never looked at him at all.

Cezar’s gaze, vacant, swept over the crowd; he seemed to hear one or two mocking voices, and derogatory remarks emanating from the table.

"Sure enough, the waste prince."

"Always locked in the castle by the King, what future can he have?"

"Like a toy collected in the King’s display window, over the years the King has protected him so well, how will he fare once the King is gone?"

"Don’t say that, he still has two brothers, doesn’t he?"

"Saying that, but Lorenzo and Cosimo don’t seem to treat him like their brother."

"Do you think he might have autism?"

"I also feel... a prince with autism, no wonder the King is unwilling to let him be in the limelight."

Those voices were harsh, chilling Cezar’s body bit by bit. He wanted to cover his ears, but holding the crystal ball kept his hands occupied.

Keeping his head down, stunned and silent for a while, tears slowly welled in Cezar’s eyes. He slowly extended a hand, exerted all his strength to push open the main door, then slipped out through the gap, silently leaving the palace hall.

The closed doors shut tightly again, isolating the noise and bustle that did not belong to him behind.

Without looking back, Cezar walked forward. He didn’t know where to go, so he just shuffled forward step by step. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The Royal Palace corridor was like a maze with winding paths; after a long time, he finally saw the waiting butler.

"Yikar... let’s go back." The white-haired boy murmured, "I don’t want to stay here anymore."

"Alright... Your Highness."

Yikar replied softly. Upon seeing Cezar’s expression, he seemed to instantly understand what had happened, a trace of sympathy flashing in his eyes, and gently pushed Cezar’s shoulder, guiding him step by step towards the palace exit.

Not long after that, Yikar used ’Moving Stairs’ to send Cezar back to the Floating Castle.

Holding the crystal ball, Cezar returned to his bedroom, laid straight on the bed, and rested one arm over his forehead. Yet the tears wouldn’t stop falling, drenching the pillow.

Hey, hey, hey, why are you acting like a little girl... Ji Minghuan thought inwardly.

"Yaguba, why won’t my brothers... pay attention to me?" Cezar asked, "When this is their first time inviting me to a banquet."

"Because they’re all jerks."

"They used to be good to me."

"That was before..."

"Did I do something wrong?"

Hearing this, Ji Minghuan was slightly stunned for a moment, then looked at Cezar through the crystal ball.