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Chapter 568 - 383: The Sang Island Delegation in Action_4

Chapter 568: Chapter 383: The Sang Island Delegation in Action_4

Kawashima Yosuke, the ambassador of Sang Island, had a solemn look on his face, but his eyes were flashing with excitement: "Six hundred years of planning, we will finally reap the benefits tomorrow!"

Aries, the deputy envoy, held an ancient stone pot in both hands, his heart full of piety: "Our previous National Master was a man of great vision and ambitious plans. With six hundred years, he turned around the fortunes of Sang Island. He is truly the greatest man in our country!"

Both of them bowed deeply to the third person present: "After tomorrow, the Wood Dynasty will surely hate Lord Benjamin, but the kingdom will bury Lord Benjamin with national honors, and your family will receive the utmost care from the King and the National Master!"

Lord Benjamin laughed generously: "My life is but a small price to pay for the rise of our country’s military might. Do not mourn for me, gentlemen. Once our great cause is accomplished tomorrow, please celebrate with song and dance on my behalf!"

Aries bowed deeply: "It will be up to you two to restrain the nobles of the Wood Dynasty tomorrow."

...

The night before, the moon was round and bright, indicating that today would surely be a good day. Yesterday, the Imperial Court sent an order; today, a grand court meeting would be convened. But there was no need to come too early; as dawn broke, the imperial ministers began to gather outside the palace gates. Everyone understood that today’s meeting was for the Palace Examination.

Outside the palace gates, the military officers of the Imperial City Department sectioned off an area for thirty cultivators. Donald Lee’s quota was replaced by another cultivator.

The cultivators were excited; in this era, the number of people who truly had the opportunity and courage to see through the essence of the Emperor was extremely rare. Most of the young cultivators were nobles, and they all yearned for the chance to "meet the saint" at their age, to undergo His Majesty’s personal examination, and even to become the Emperor’s students.

Most of the cultivators didn’t sleep well last night, they woke up early and came earlier than the imperial ministers. Now, among the thirty, only one was missing.

There was a commotion in the distance, as a delegation approached. Their attire was markedly different from that of the people of the Wood Dynasty, and the officials whispered among themselves: It was the Sangdao Delegation.

Officers from the Imperial City Department went to meet them and arranged their seats. On the surface, these men were polite, obliging their placement by the officers, but once they were settled in, the cultivators could clearly sense the challenge in their eyes - they unabashedly expressed their contempt for the so-called "Wood Dynasty’s Chosen".

The cultivators of the Wood Dynasty were not ones to back down either, staring back at them angrily, readiness for a fight filled the air.

Kawashima Yosuke, the ambassador, quietly observed with a cold eye. His subordinates from Sang Island were provoking the other side deliberately at his command. As expected, the younger generation of the Wood Dynasty was not like the previous ones; these so-called "Heaven’s Chosen" could easily give him what he wanted!

Leroy Baker hid in the crowd, unwilling to play the staring game with the people from Sang Island. His mind was occupied with other matters: Sang Island was actually rich in resources, they were very familiar with the sea and could obtain many cultivation resources scarce in the Wood Dynasty.

However, in recent years, the relationship between the Wood Dynasty and Sang Island had continuously deteriorated, severely affecting the trade between them, causing the prices of these sea-produced cultivation resources to soar. If he could take advantage of this opportunity to establish a relationship with Sang Island and set up a solid trade route, he could make a fortune.

Catherine was still wearing her veil. She had a tall figure and outstanding temperament, anyone could identify her from the crowd at a glance.

Her gaze was as calm as the sea. Under normal circumstances, her emotions were never affected by external factors.

Unless she couldn’t hold back—such as in the Zombie Cave, where she cursed a certain someone after having her monsters stolen from her repeatedly.

Or in the Eden Cave, where a shameless person persistently hounded her, leaving her on the verge of drawing her sword.

However, to her, the provocation of the young men from Sang Island was laughable, and it did not disrupt her emotional state at all. Today’s Palace Examination was of utmost importance, and she was determined to win!

Wayne Malvin’s eyes were somewhat sunken. Since leaving the Eden Cave, he had been like a volcano, ready to explode at any moment. Faced with the provocations from those of Sang Island, he was even somewhat excited. He clutched his flying sword in anticipation, itching to slaughter one of them on the spot as a clarion call!

As the time to open the palace gates approached, the people of the Imperial City Department began to worry: Owen Bertram hadn’t arrived yet!

"Did we send someone to fetch him?"

"Yes, he shouldn’t be late."

Owen Bertram was often seen coming and going from the palace, he was currently a favorite of His Majesty. While others might not know this, the officers of the Imperial City Department were well aware. Rumor had it that His Majesty was going to place Owen Bertram first in the A-list! But if Owen Bertram was absent... given His Majesty’s temperament, he might not blame Owen Bertram for being late, but fault the Imperial City Department for their incompetence!

Just when the entire Imperial City Department was abuzz like ants on a hot pan, Owen Bertram, who was holding his sister’s hand, arrived with Ken following besides him. Behind them was an entourage of military officers from the South Prison Town Comforting Office, giving off an impressive display.

Owen Bertram couldn’t be bothered to get up early and stand in the cold wind for a few hours. After having breakfast with Verna, he arrived right on time.

"The timing is just right." Owen Bertram gently touched his sister’s head and reminded: "Wait for Ken outside the palace and don’t be naughty, understood?"

"Understood." Verna was good-natured, as long as her elder brother promised her plenty of delicious food.