I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 496 - 351 Alec’s Dream
Chapter 496: Chapter 351 Alec’s Dream
The incarnations of the five Round Table Knights…
At this very moment, Manoran felt a chill coursing through his body, his limbs stiffening uncontrollably.
Cold sweat seeped from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks.
Along with the members of the Twilight Tea Party behind him, everyone held their breath with expressions of shocked uncertainty.
The living room was deathly silent, the atmosphere eerie and oppressive.
Damn it!
Manoran roared inwardly.
How did things turn out like this?!
Three consecutive attempts at divination had been interfered with!
So many high-level beings acting at once had twisted the omens he received—
He had been misled!
He had slammed headfirst into this damned trap!
He knew clearly that they had no chance against the five Incarnations of the Saint. Even with the chairman’s manuscripts in hand, it was still to no avail! This was a completely one-sided crushing of Combat Power, and no amount of struggling would change anything!
The most critical point was that the space here was being distorted, making it impossible for them to use Cloud Leap to escape!
The way forward promised death; the way back was cut off.
It was all over!
Including himself, all the members of the Twilight Tea Party who had come were done for!
“I hear you wanted to recruit our Club’s Jack?”
One of the towering Round Table Knights spoke, his voice deep and resonant.
He stood close to two meters tall, his body full of explosive muscle, clad in retro Armor, with a black cloak around his neck and chest, only revealing his head with a stern and rigid expression on his face.
Previously, through the introduction by a Mulenga Knight, Chen Lun had learned that this Round Table Knight’s name was Kingsberg, and the other two knights he was meeting for the first time were named Bindu and Yasmin.
The members of the Round Table Knights who admired and valued Chen Lun were the very five knights present.
“This… this is a misunderstanding, Your Majesty the Knight,”
Manoran opened his mouth, his voice dry.
“A misunderstanding?”
Another knight, Yasmin, spoke with her arms crossed and a cold tone.
She wore an open-faced knight’s helm, with the visor flipped open, revealing a pale and delicate face with strangely gray hair woven into three braids behind her head.
“Don’t take us for fools. Since you chose to meddle in the internal seat struggles of the Mutual Aid Society, you should be clear that the Black Knife Brotherhood and the Murder Club are mortal enemies… Standing on opposite sides, yet still attempting to slyly poach people, none of you are leaving here today!”
Knight Yasmin’s intent to kill was palpable.
Manoran felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his hands and feet ice cold.
The tall Bindu Knight turned with a smile and spoke to Chen Lun:
“Jack, didn’t you say the Twilight Tea Party would bring what you need?”
“Yes, Your Majesty Bindu,”
Chen Lun leaned on his Silver Staff, removing his hat with a smile.
He explained to the others, as well as the four additional knights present, that he had been stuck at Sequence Six for some time but lacked the successive Supernatural Knowledge required for advancement. The Twilight Tea Party was an organization of Transcendents on the Path of Destiny and had what he needed.
“However, holding Anderson and Ves captive and making the Twilight Tea Party bring the Supernatural Knowledge and Gold Pounds to ransom them was merely a stalling tactic I used… to buy time to pass the message to Your Majesties the Knights.”
Chen Lun bowed slightly.
The expressions of the five Round Table Knights underwent a subtle change and then all showed kindly smiles.
“You’ve done well, Jack,”
Kingsberg laughed with a broad smile.
The admiration from the Round Table Knights for Jack was evident. First of all, because Jack had performed his duty, not tempted by the Twilight Tea Party to betray the Club and even choosing to turn against them on the spot, taking Anderson and Ves captive.
Secondly, despite knowing that the other side had the knowledge for advancement, he had resisted his own desires and promptly reported the situation to them… In reality, Jack could have easily struck a deal with the Twilight Tea Party without their knowledge, deliberately letting the two captives go.
But he didn’t do that.
Jack’s actions had deeply won the goodwill and appreciation of the five knights.
“He is a promising and loyal operative who knows how to evaluate the situation,”
They commented silently to themselves.
If there was one more thing to add, it would be:
“Deserves to be cultivated with focus!”
Meanwhile, Manoran and the others seemed somewhat lost and helpless.
Once again, the room fell into silence.
Their hearts were restless and uneasy, and even though they didn’t know what was going to happen next, they knew it wouldn’t be anything good.
“Where is the ‘ransom’ Jack told you to bring? Hand it over,”
Bindu Knight was the first to break the stalemate, turning her head to speak to Manoran.
“While that won’t be enough to let you go, the ‘interrogation’ later will be a bit more polite to you… The two things that Transcendents of the conspiracy pathway are best at, aside from murder, are interrogation, and surely you don’t want to experience our methods firsthand, right?”
She said with a bright smile.
For an exemplary operative like Jack, Bindu, as a Round Table Knight, didn’t mind speaking up for him a bit more. After all, even if the Club wanted to reward Jack, they couldn’t offer the Supernatural Knowledge of the Path of Destiny that he wanted.
It had to be obtained from the Twilight Tea Party.
“This…”
Manoran’s face twisted immediately.
The profound sense of unease sent him into complete turmoil.
When he set out leading the team, the idea of “ransoming people” hadn’t crossed his mind at all, so neither the Sequence Five Supernatural Knowledge nor the Gold Pounds were brought along.
Speaking of which, he only had a few hundred Gold Pound vouchers in his wallet and a bag of no more than fifty Silver Ducats…
“Sorry, Your Majesty the Knight,”
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Manoran took a deep breath and lowered his head as he spoke.
“Hm?”
Bindu’s brow furrowed slightly.
Beside him, Peggy let out a cold laugh and pointed at the Twilight Tea Party members, saying,
“It seems that they never intended to negotiate with Jack from the start; they were prepared to use force to rescue and, if possible, even force Jack to sign some kind of contract, compelling him into the Twilight Tea Party.”
The faces of the other four Round Table Knights remained impassive.
“In that case, we will have to personally visit your stronghold.”
Bindu said indifferently.
“Tell us everything you know—all the locations of your strongholds, the specific plans with the Black Knife Brotherhood, and the list of Tea Party members…”
A fierce killing intent began to emanate from him, his shadow rising and flickering behind him like a flame.
The faces of the Twilight Tea Party members changed dramatically.
They were overwhelmed by an oppressive feeling.
Manoran’s heart was like a small boat struggling in a storm at sea; he gritted his teeth to endure, silently praying to the leader, as well as the acting leader.
Hoping that They could hear his voice…
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In the void of dreams.
Within an unknown bustling kingdom, there was a hubbub of noise at this moment.
The widest street was bustling with a sea of people, colorful paper confetti danced in the sky.
The men on the roadside jostled each other, their faces flush with excitement, fists raised high as they shouted the hero’s name; while on the balconies of houses on either side, the women leaned against the stone railings, waving their bright silk scarves, eyes alight with adoration, cheeks flushed, shouting and cheering loudly.
In the middle of the street, troops of knights sat atop majestic horses, their armor shining brightly in the sunlight.
Behind them, a gigantic platform made of studded ironwood was being hauled by hundreds of strong laborers, carrying the carcass of an enormous dragon.
In the dragon’s head was embedded a large sword set with numerous jewels.
An attractive and handsome blond young man sat on top of the dragon’s head, leaning against the sword, waving back to the civilians around him.
“Alec!”
“Our hero!”
“The Savior who slew the evil dragon!”
Alec, immersed in joy and elation, listened to the shouts.
The colorful confetti falling from the sky seemed to him like a mantle of regal splendor, the crowd’s cheers like a paean to him, a melody of an epic that would be sung through the ages. Looking toward the long steps not far ahead, he seemed to see at the end the doorway of the Royal Palace, where the beautiful Princess he was to marry stood waiting.
But he completely failed to notice, in the crowd of jostling men at either side of the road, a cloaked figure lurking in a dark corner.
The mysterious person beneath the cloak chuckled lightly, sentimentally remarking,
“I never expected you to have such a side…”
The tale of hero Alec slaying the evil dragon and saving the nation spread throughout the Kingdom, the entire city rejoiced.
The King personally crowned him, and even betrothed the Princess to him on the spot.
That night.
At the bonfire party in the Royal Palace courtyard, Alec was dancing with the beautiful Princess, as onlookers clapped enthusiastically.
Alec, looking at the girl so close to him, felt his heartbeat quicken.
The fragrance at the tip of his nose intoxicated him.
But he soon noticed something odd: beyond the Princess’s fragrant shoulder, he could see in the crowd of onlookers a man enshrouded in a cloak, staring at him with intense gaze, not clapping or cheering, strangely weird and suspicious.
Alec softly calmed the Princess, stopped the dance, and frowned at the man, speaking in an ancient aristocratic tone,
“You, who are you? I don’t recall seeing you in the Royal Palace.”
The cloaked figure stepped forward, placing a hand on his chest in salute.
“I am but a poor soul lost in the dreamscape…”
He pulled down the hood of his cloak, revealing a careworn man’s face.
The golden hair combed neatly backwards, with two stray locks falling over the forehead. Despite his meticulous appearance, there was an air of indiscipline. The man looked somewhat haggard, with deep dark circles under his eyes, as if he was suffering from chronic sleep deprivation.
The man gave a wry smile, bowed even lower, and then spoke,
“It was a mistake to intrude upon Your Majesty’s world. Philip deeply apologizes.”
Alec’s expression turned even more perplexed; his brow furrowed deeply.
“What are you talking about exactly?”
The golden-haired man named Philip’s expression tensed, revealing a hint of confusion.
It seemed that the other’s performance was different from what he had expected.
But just then.
All the cheerful laughter and applause around ceased in an instant, and the Princess in front of Alec became expressionless. Everyone present besides the two of them froze in place.
Time seemed to have stopped at that moment.
In Alec’s eyes, a silver ring slowly emerged. His expression turned indifferent, and he quietly assessed Philip before him.
After a long pause.
“It’s you…”
Alec finally spoke, but his voice, solemn and distant, seemed to have changed.
“It seems you have not escaped Lady Sigh’s imprisonment, but how did you come here?”
“Your Majesty…”
Philip opened his mouth but seemed lost for words.
He could only helplessly shake his head in the end.
“There was an accident in the Dream Realm; I temporarily broke free… I intended to find Jack and tell him some things, but instead, I was forcibly dragged into this dream world of Yours.”
