Under the night, Sigmun and Uludia's figures quickly passed by and soon arrived near a manor. Suddenly, a sudden change occurred, and everyone's hearts were filled with a layer of haze. Many entertainment venues were completely unavailable, and the streets were also empty.

"Do I need to notify other people in the Investigation Bureau to come and support? Or let Marek bring the demon hunters to maintain order." Uludia suggested, "Most of the people entering here are old nobles, some of which have a long history, almost traceable back to the beginning of the founding of the country. There is no shortage of powerful extraordinary people within the family."

"Any family like this can find one or two extraordinary people of level 5 or above. We even suspect that several of them have cultivated sixth-level extraordinary people. Although the number is extremely rare, it will be a big problem if there is a conflict in a while."

"It's okay." Sigmun raised his hand, and there was a burning reel in his hand. "They can't go anywhere." He said as he spread the burning reel, and the burning flames on the reel expanded, but it soon went out in the darkness, and wisps of black smoke slowly enveloped the nearby blocks.

"Let's go in." After doing all this, Sigmun put away the scroll in his hand and sneaked into the manor.

The snow covered the ground, but there were not many ruts on the streets near the manor. I don’t know how these guys did it, but when Sigmun entered the manor completely, he found an abnormality.

"It turned out to be just an illusion." In the manor, rows of carriages parked aside. If you don't enter here and observe carefully, you just glanced around outside quickly. From this perspective, even if the city is turbulent, Uludia's information channels are still well-versed.

A room on the top floor was brightly lit, and Prince Charles stood among the crowd with a wine glass. Following him was Prince Philip, who looked calm as water, and most of the other nobles around him looked indignant.

"Charlotte just issued a temporary recruitment letter, requiring us to provide materials for the maintenance of the bridge and post-disaster reconstruction at the usual price, which will make us less money. Of course, this is not the most important thing. He actually canceled our special procurement status..." a fat noble complained.

"You're still good, and my situation is even more exaggerated." Another person said, "Just because we were closer to the Oracle Church before, our entire family is to be investigated. Some of the servants in the family have died. What does this have to do with us? Who knows what's going on with these people?"

"Anyway, this can't continue. Did Charlotte forget where her throne came from? Now he takes the initiative to approach the emerging bourgeois merchants, and one day these people will push her off the throne and exercise the so-called democracy."

"Yes, that's it, not the most terrifying thing. Don't forget the revenge of the Oracle Church. We don't want to be buried with this country because of her madness."

"Yes, we are not resisting Charlotte, but saving this country. If we can live, what if we accept the rule of the oracle church? Look at the nearby Akkad and other church vassal states, aren't they living well together?"

Everyone talked and the atmosphere in the field gradually became warmer.

Ding Ding Ding!

Prince Charles picked up the fork and knocked on the wine glass in his hand. The crisp sound echoed, causing everyone to stop talking.

"Friends, in order to restore the country to its orthodox, for the glory in our blood, and for the eternal peace of Elam, let us unite together, overthrow that fake king, and support the real king ascend the throne!"

"Also you may not know that Charlotte is actually Dresel's illegitimate daughter. This is blasphemy. She stole the biggest treasure of this country!"

"Bad daughter?!"

"Oh my God, is this true?" Everyone was talking.

"Of course!" Prince Charles raised his head, "I have the exact evidence to prove that now all we have to do is to integrate all our forces to set off a public opinion. I will let the filthy blood flow off the throne, and more importantly..."

"Let everyone see the true face of Dresel, a hypocrite!" Charles clenched his right hand and raised his fist, and everyone around him was inspired.

At this moment, in the corner of the room, an inappropriate sneer came from behind the crowd gathered.

"I thought you were just because of greed, or pure stupidity, which I can understand. After all, you are used to gaining benefits through your identity advantages." Sigmun walked out of the shadow, his face was cold and his expression could not be seen.

"But you really shouldn't be a fuss about Duke Dressel. A man like him, even as an enemy, should respect him. As for you..."

"I don't even have the qualification to mention him."

"Who?!" The crowd dispersed, and everyone turned around and saw Sigmun walking out of the corner.

"Who is he?" asked a man who didn't know Sigmun.

"Henrik, the new director of the Bureau of Investigation, that woman's lover!" Someone replied, and when he learned of Sigmun's identity, everyone's face changed drastically.

"It turns out to be Director Henrik." Unlike the panic of others, Prince Charles still had a faint smile on his face, "I am the prince of Elland, and I am qualified to question the identity of the royal staff. This is the honor given to me by the laws of the kingdom and ancestors, and no one can take away!"

He slowly raised his head and glanced at Sigmon in a condescending manner, "What, do we have no right to speak freely and question? Are you and Charlotte going to turn Eland into an authoritarian empire?"

"Hmph." Charles sneered, "or are you going to kill all of us like a bloody executioner?"

"Don't be afraid of him!" someone shouted in the crowd.

"Yes, I am Rembrandt, a member of the House of Lords. I suggest we start a vote tomorrow...ah!" An old man with a belly on his stomach said fiercely, but before he could finish his words, a strong wind swept over and the old man fainted when he tilted his neck.

"I've killed someone, the director of the Investigation Bureau has killed someone!" Someone shouted loudly behind him, and the nobles standing beside the old man retreated one after another. The local chaos caused everyone to be nervous. At this time, someone fled to the exit in panic, someone shouted to guard, and some people stood there in a harsh manner, telling their identity and the glory of their family. It seemed that doing so would make Sigmun take a gamble and dare not attack him.

"Atrocities, this is atrocities!" Prince Charles hid behind the crowd and shouted loudly. Sigmund's face darkened, but at this moment, in the void behind him, a blurred figure jumped out, and the weapon in his hand stabbed the back of his neck.

The whole process was straightforward and clear, without any storm, and there was no slight murderous aura.
Chapter completed!