But besides being a double champion of Divine Selection and a double Legend, Malin was also the husband of Sydney, the Grand Duchess of the Union, and the Queen of Farol Principality. He owned the largest conglomerate on the continent. If he claimed he could produce so much, then Sergei would feel it was best to assume Malin indeed could bring that much. Because it was highly likely that Malin would only bring out more supplies and then crash the price of all the expensive goods in Copenhagen into cheap items. During this process, Malin would certainly make a tidy profit, as to maintain the prices, Sergei’s friends would undoubtedly invest their all until overwhelmed by the massive goods. For Sergei, maybe starting from today, he might no longer make as much money every day, but if he and his old friends stood together, then Sergei couldn’t afford to gamble his fortune—there’s a joke in Copenhagen, Paul Olin, the richest man in the city, encountered Malin last week. He invited Malin to play billiards, offering 100 Mowish per ball. Malin smiled and shook his head. A hundred is too little. Let’s add a zero. Today at the table, Paul Olin even personally confirmed this joke was true, and he lost miserably; he and Malin played just one game, and after Malin learned the rules, he cleared the table in one go, 147 points, Paul lost 147,000. Look, why would a top-tier wealthy man think of playing such a skill-demanding game with a double Legend? You think a Legendary Mage and a Legendary Psychic couldn’t outplay you? Sorry, you are thinking too much. Malin’s sequence as a Sword Dancer is at least master-level, and very possibly just half a step away from Legendary. With such strength, such wealth, in Sergei’s view, it is absolutely impossible to choose to fight against Malin. It’s not a multiple choice question; it’s a life-threatening one. And the most fatal thing is, in his view, his old friends have already made their choice. They... chose to doom themselves. The Guards, Gustav, is already driving the carriage over. While waiting for his carriage, Sergei noticed a carriage parked across the road with several Thanan-looking young men getting off, among which the leader looked somewhat familiar. But Sergei, after much thought, was still unable to place who he was. He walked two steps toward his carriage and while letting these Thanan youths pass, Sergei also noticed the holsters on their waists—in this era, what young men loved the most was still a reliable Revolver, so there was nothing odd about this. Sergei, while thinking, entered his carriage: "Let’s go home first, rest for a night, then head back to the front lines tomorrow." This was Sergei’s own travel plan; he managed to come back today only because there was a break from the fighting. Even though everyone knows the front lines are dangerous, why does everyone like to go there? It was because Malin was there. Though people of the Northern Kingdom are not saints, no one hesitates about this issue—because the moment you hesitate, headlines like ’Look, even the Prince of the South can face danger more than you can, what use are you?’ would appear on all major northern newspapers. A person can afford to lose cowardice, but no northern man can afford to lose face. It’s not just men who can’t afford to lose face; in the last two days, even women are holding themselves accountable, as Miss Lulu of the Hagelberry family has already arrived by Malin’s side the day before yesterday. She represents her sisters in accompanying her husband to face the Chaos. Speaking of this lady, Sergei has a lot of respect—she achieved things that many old couples living together for lifetimes could not manage. Also, once again confirming the old Hagelberry’s talents in judging and choosing people... That old fox is too cunning; Malin hadn’t even arrived yet when he had already sent his granddaughter over, truly a sly old dog. "Okay, Your Excellency, let’s head home," Guard Gustav had already heard Sergei’s command and responded, and the carriage began to move. Sergei leaned back in his seat, and after internally criticizing the old Hagelberry dog, he noticed an issue: "Why don’t we go straight?" This turn shouldn’t have happened. If they had continued straight, would it not have been a detour, but turning has led them far off course. His guards shouldn’t make such a rookie mistake. Could they have been... swapped out? This thought sent shivers through Sergei, and his guards did not respond, prompting Sergei to reach for his holster. Just as he was prepared to fight desperately, it seemed like something fell onto the roof of the carriage, and his guard’s somewhat panicked voice rang out: "I’m, I’m being controlled!" "Controlled?! What fell on top of the carriage?!" Sergei didn’t lower his guard until his Gustav gave a ludicrous answer. "It’s, it’s Lord Cameron!" Cameron? Cameron! My God! Sergei pushed open the carriage door and jumped out, he turned around, only to see his old friend lying on top of the carriage, completely dead with a bullet hole in his forehead. Looking up at the outer wall of the hotel, he figured that it must have been someone thrown out from a window. Sergei whistled; his guards quickly pulled a shotgun from the holster at the front of the carriage and threw it to him, and then he also grabbed one. Both of them quickly ran towards the hotel entrance. As they rounded the corner, they saw several Thanan people getting into a car. His instincts told Sergei they were the culprits, but reason told him that if he shot at these young people and it turned out he was wrong, it would result in a severe diplomatic incident. Being a Marshal, he absolutely couldn’t do that. In the end, Sergei did not shoot nor did he order his guards to do so. The two of them rushed into the hotel and ran upstairs, finding Cameron’s guards lying on the ground, fast asleep. "Sleep Spell." Sergei glanced and instantly knew what had happened here. The perpetrator had used a Spell Formation to control the guards after entering this floor, and then followed the corridor to the end... arriving at the very door Sergei had just exited from. Pushing open the door, Sergei saw a merchant lying in a pool of blood, a hypnotized individual who had harmed himself with a knife, and a peer hanging from a beam, all seemingly choosing to die in the quickest way possible at the same moment. Eventually, Sergei saw Cameron’s eldest son, the child seeming unharmed, but amidst such a massacre, he looked at Sergei and ultimately screamed. "Control him," ordered Sergei to his guards, then went over to the window to look out onto the street where he could see his carriage as well as Cameron on its roof. Was it you, Lord Malin? The rational part of Sergei told him that Lord Malin would never commit such acts, he was a Legendary Psychic and Mage, he didn’t need to dispose of bodies to resolve matters. But Sergei’s mind whispered to him that only Lord Malin had the capability to perform such a deranged assassination; if he wanted someone dead, he wouldn’t even need to shoot himself, just deploying a human Spell Formation could turn everyone present into the dead in a factual sense. So who else could it be besides him? However, no matter what, how could Lord Malin resort to such insane actions? The goods and resources he prepared to release into the market would corner none but Cameron and his associates. Thinking this, Sergei turned to face the policemen rushing in, passing out his already prepared military documentation. Lord Malin, are you truly innocent? As he handed over his weapons, the only thing he could think of was to question his own heart.