From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1430: 656 Sang Luo_4 Chapter 1430: 656 Sang Luo_4 The little girl nodded without fully understanding.

Someone in the crowd said: “He is Prince Brooklyn.”

With a rustling sound, everyone knelt down on the ground: “Honor to the Prince.” Respect and reverence were etched on each face.

Only the firstborn son of the king once stood to inherit the nation, but the Holy Master rejected this old thought, supporting instead Prince Brooklyn, a bastard born of low origin.

Facts proved that, compared to the foolishly arrogant Prince Jonathan, Prince Brooklyn displayed more of a sovereign’s demeanor.

They trusted the Holy Master’s choice, and now after seeing Prince Brooklyn with their own eyes, they were more convinced that this choice was incredibly wise and correct.

“Please, get up.” Prince Brooklyn personally helped an elderly man who was kneeling in the front rows to his feet.

“Prince, you are wise and brave; we all believe in you.”

“We all believe in you, Prince Brooklyn.” With a unanimous cheer from the crowd, the scene was incredibly spectacular.

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There was, however, not a hint of pride on Prince Brooklyn’s face.

His expression was somewhat one of shame: “I will certainly not let you down.”

After the crowd gradually dispersed, Princess Randa stepped forward, scrutinizing the man.

“So you’re Prince Brooklyn.”

“My apologies for not personally welcoming you, Princess, when you arrived from afar.”

She could see, this Brooklyn was not like Jonathan, who was being superficially polite.

Yet she felt subconsciously that the man standing before her might be even more dangerous than Jonathan, because she couldn’t read him at all.

“Thank you for your assistance, loyal guard.” Brooklyn looked at the young man in black who had been silent and expressed his courtesy.

The young man lifted his eyelashes, “Prince, you are too polite.

This is, after all, my duty.”

Brooklyn shook his head and chuckled.

“I’ve heard that the princess has a highly skilled bodyguard by her side who has saved her several times.

It seems the rumors are true.”

Aubree Grove lifted her eyelids to have a close look, only to find that the man’s face was exceptionally handsome.

His eyes were deep-set, further accentuating his profound and mesmerizing gaze.

With a prominent nose and lips that always bore a slight smile, he looked approachable.

However, the sharpness in his handsome features somewhat counterbalanced his affability.

A mere glance left you feeling he was unfathomably handsome and noble, reminding Aubree Grove of the gods in Greek mythology she had seen in the western temples.

So high and lofty they were, the only privilege man had was to look up to them with reverence.

Beneath these deeply carved features, Aubree Grove glimpsed a hint of Eastern charm, making those jet-black eyes all the more captivating—an ancient and mysterious allure derived from centuries of Eastern heritage.

Aubree Grove had never seen the old king’s face, but she thought the maternal lineage of Prince Brooklyn must have some Oriental heritage.

While she was scrutinizing Prince Brooklyn, he was also observing her.

The subtle ripples in his eyes gave Aubree Grove a sense of danger.

This was the first time she felt apprehensive in her heart.

He might have seen through her disguise.

“Of course, my bodyguard is certainly the best.” Princess Randa, completely oblivious to the unseen tension between them, was pleased whenever someone else praised Julius.

“There’s still time before dusk.

If Princess is not put off, why not let me show you around the city?

There are many distinctive local snacks that you must have never tried before.”

Princess Randa, who had a favorable impression of him, nodded in agreement: “Sure.”

The trio explored until the lights began to glow in the dusk.

Princess Randa patted Brooklyn on the shoulder: “I really admire you.

For a prince, you surprisingly know all the local snacks and trinkets inside out.

Even those hidden in crannies and nooks could not escape your knowledge.”

Brooklyn laughed: “I grew up in Inracetales.

No one knows every brick and tile here better than I.”

“Great, I had a lot of fun today.

Let’s do this again when we have a chance.”

“At your service anytime.”

Prince Brooklyn escorted Princess Randa to the external area of the Imperial Lodge.

He watched her and the black figure of the bodyguard enter, and not until the doors to the Lodge shut did he, Prince Brooklyn, turn and slowly walk away along the street.

He had been walking until he reached a quiet alley.

The place was pitch black.

“Let it be here.

We must not harm innocent civilians.”

In the dark, shadowy figures gradually appeared from different directions, encircling Brooklyn.