My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 224 - 218: Aiden Morgan’s Hand Trembled
"Are these the clients?" Princess Martha glanced at Aurora Sinclair’s group, pausing for a moment when her eyes landed on Aurora.
It was rare to see women here, especially one so young and beautiful.
According to Masovian custom, women had to wear veils when they went out. Those who didn’t were mostly foreigners.
Silas Morgan took two steps forward, smiling as he replied, "Princess Martha, is there something you need?"
A bashful look appeared on Martha’s face. "Is Commander Alpha back yet?"
"Not yet."
"When can he teach me martial arts?"
Silas Morgan smiled. "Our other mercenaries here can teach you too."
"But I specifically requested him."
"Our commander didn’t accept the assignment." Silas Morgan pressed the elevator button again and escorted the group inside.
Martha froze, her face anxious. "I only want the best to teach me."
"Sorry, our commander doesn’t have time to teach you."
The elevator doors finally closed, and Silas Morgan visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
Beside him, Beta Morgan leaned in, his face full of gossip. "What’s the story there?" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Silas Morgan replied with a smile, "The old King is impressed with The Black Wolves’ strength and wants to marry the princess off to Alpha..."
As he said this, he even glanced at Alvin Morgan.
The old King was actually interested in their master, but since the master rarely came here, he had to settle for the next best thing: Alpha.
"Holy shit! Alpha’s got it made! If he marries the princess, won’t he be able to mine whatever he wants in Masovia?"
Silas Morgan shook his head. "The Masovian Royal Family has over a dozen titled princesses and about fifty or sixty princes. And that’s not counting the many unacknowledged illegitimate children. The entire Royal Family has over two hundred members..."
"That many? Does Masovia have enough resources to go around?" Beta Morgan looked astonished. ’The entire country of Masovia isn’t even that big, is it?’
Alvin Morgan gave him a faint glance. "You could always marry a few princesses yourself."
"That’s right, it’s a polygamous system here. A wife’s property all belongs to her husband." Silas Morgan pursed his lips to hide a snicker.
Beta Morgan imagined being surrounded by numerous women, with a horde of children all calling him ’Dad’, and shuddered.
***
「Meanwhile, at the Oasis Pirates’ main base.」
Black Skull stared furiously at the two Eastern Highlanders and roared, "I didn’t bring you out here to cause trouble..."
A silver flash glinted in one of the Eastern Highlanders’ hands, and a sharp dagger grazed his scalp before embedding itself in the wall behind him.
Black Skull’s expression changed drastically, and the mercenaries inside the room quickly drew their guns.
The atmosphere was on a knife’s edge.
The Oasis Pirates and the Eastern Highlanders were partners, both serving the Masovian Prince, Karon.
The infighting within the Masovian Royal Family was severe. The struggle was fiercest among three factions: the old King, Prince Karon, and the old King’s son, Dennis.
Every person with real power was supported by numerous factions.
"What do you think you’re doing?" a middle-aged man in ornate clothing suddenly spoke up. He was Prince Karon’s confidant, and it was always his job to balance the interests of the various factions.
Black Skull snorted coldly and lowered his gun. The other Oasis Pirates followed suit and sat down again.
The middle-aged man looked at the two on the other side and issued a warning: "The King is currently doing everything he can to win over the Black Wolf Mercenaries. The Prince’s wish is that we avoid conflict with The Black Wolves for now."
But a hoarse voice drifted out from under one of the cloaks. It was raspy, like that of a man long deprived of water in the desert, and so grating it made one’s brow furrow.
"The Lord said The Black Wolves will be a formidable rival in the future."
"No matter. In two days, The Royal Family will hold a bidding conference for new mines. The Prince will try to win over The Black Wolves on that day. If he fails, the Prince will give you an opportunity to make your move."
***
The miners had suffered heavy losses this time and were brought back to The Black Wolves’ main base to rest and recover.
Aiden Morgan, still radiating a murderous aura that hadn’t dissipated, walked to the door of Alvin Morgan’s lounge and knocked.
The door was opened from the inside by a petite girl who only came up to his chest. She was gnawing on a chicken leg and looked up at him.
Aiden Morgan raised an eyebrow. ’She’s actually not afraid of me right now?’
Just a moment ago, even the royal princess had been so frightened by his menacing aura that she’d turned pale and didn’t dare pester him.
"Master, are you in?" his deep voice was cold and hard.
Aurora Sinclair nodded and stepped aside.
Aiden Morgan immediately entered the room and walked toward the desk inside.
On the desk, which was made of pure obsidian, were several plates of roasted chicken legs. His master and Beta Morgan were watching a reality show featuring the Fourth Master.
’Now that’s a rare sight!’
’When the Fourth Master had just debuted, he had personally booked a whole theater for the family to watch, but the master hadn’t even given him that much face.’
’To think he was actually watching it now.’
’Wait... was that person who just flashed across the screen... Aurora Sinclair?’
Aiden Morgan was stunned.
"Master, why did they cut Aurora’s screen time again?" Beta Morgan asked, a little disgruntled as he cracked open sunflower seeds.
They were currently watching *Star Challenge*, the reality show Aurora Sinclair had previously recorded.
Because of the murder case, the maze segment had been canceled outright and replaced with a newly filmed segment.
Aurora Sinclair’s only remaining screen time was of her helping Cassie Jacobs cook.
"Whoa, Aurora, your knife skills are incredible. Did you get special training for that?"
Aurora Sinclair nodded. Back when Master Stone taught her carving, he had used all sorts of radishes.
"Your hands are so nimble! Could you carve a radish flower for Mr. Beta too?"
"AHEM..." Aiden Morgan coughed heavily twice, simultaneously slapping a hand on Beta Morgan’s shoulder.
Beta Morgan grimaced and glanced back, then immediately stood up and gave up his seat.
Seeing that they were finally looking at him, Aiden Morgan cleared his throat again. "Master, the Oasis Pirates have been repelled. There were two Eastern Highlanders among them. Their speed and Combat Power are extremely high; they managed to evade a shoulder-fired rocket launcher..."
Seeing that they were about to discuss business, Aurora Sinclair picked up her tablet, grabbed a plate of chicken legs, and walked straight over to a nearby sofa.
The three men began running a simulation on the computer for the range, speed, and blast radius of a shoulder-fired rocket launcher.
The results of repeated simulations showed that there was no way the two could have escaped the blast radius.
"Master, this is too strange. Could there have been a problem with the rocket?"
Alvin Morgan pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked up at Aurora Sinclair. "Aurora, if it were you, how would you dodge a rocket attack?"
Gnawing on her chicken leg, Aurora Sinclair looked up, her eyes filled with confusion and her cheeks puffed out.
Alvin Morgan coughed lightly and beckoned to her. "Come look at this..."
Aurora Sinclair slowly walked over, holding her plate of chicken legs.
Aiden Morgan was inwardly horrified, his eyes narrowing slightly.
’The master never speaks without reason. To ask that means this girl has the ability to dodge a rocket.’
Aurora Sinclair looked intently at their simulated rocket launch diagram, thought for a moment, and said frankly, "You could use Power to slow it down."
Beta Morgan’s heart tightened, and he was filled with awe.
Aurora Sinclair had already reached the Martial King Realm. The master had said that the Martial King Realm was a watershed moment in the Martial World. The levels of strength beyond that realm were unknown to the outside world.
The International Martial Alliance’s evaluation standards for Martial Artists only went up to Ninth Rank Grandmaster. Therefore, the outside world had a relatively shallow understanding of the power of a Martial King and above.
And the quadrennial competition for the title of Martial King wasn’t a fierce, passionate battle like those between Low Rank Martial Artists. Instead, it was as calm as still water, with a victor decided in just a few minutes.
Everyone only knew that a contest between Martial Kings was a battle of "Power" domains—whoever had the stronger "Power" domain would win. But as for what a "Power" domain was or how it was formed, no one knew.
"How is that possible? Slow down a rocket?"
Aiden Morgan simply didn’t believe it.
But before the words had even left his mouth, the teacup beside him shattered with a CRACK, and steaming hot tea spilled all over the table.
Aiden Morgan’s eyes instantly widened as he stared blankly at Aurora Sinclair.
’What did she just do?’
Beta Morgan pulled out a tissue and said faintly, "Aurora is a Martial King."
"..."
Aiden Morgan’s hand trembled.
***
「Two days later.」
The Masovian Royal Family’s bidding conference was held in Oasis One, the nation’s largest oasis and location of the capital.
The major factions all rushed toward Oasis One. According to the agreements Masovia had signed with them, all invited factions were forbidden from private skirmishes within the capital region.
Therefore, 50 kilometers from the capital, the main forces of the major factions halted and set up camp. Only their elite units, accompanying their respective bosses, drove toward the capital.
Each faction was limited to no more than 10 people.
Aurora Sinclair and Alvin Morgan, posing as subordinates, followed Aiden Morgan into the Masovian capital, Tona City.
Aiden Morgan stared nervously at Aurora Sinclair in the driver’s seat.
He’d heard she had just gotten her driver’s license—a typical novice on the road.
And to top it off, before she got behind the wheel, his master had said one thing: "Don’t worry about crashing this car..."
