From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1431: 656 Sang Luo_5 Chapter 1431: 656 Sang Luo_5 A man in white clothes under the moonlight looked so distinctive.

He was surrounded by killing intents, yet he didn’t show a trace of panic and remained composed.

“Today is the day you die,” said the leading man in black, threateningly.

With a wave of his hand, his men surrounded him from all sides.

The night wind stirred the white skirt of the man.

He stood quietly, the moonlight casting a soft glow over him.

The man in black swung his knife, but before a look of surprise could appear in his eyes, fear took over.

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The moon turned blood-red, the darkness providing the perfect cover for the killing field.

The man stood tall, not frowning once.

He said in a calm voice, “Do not take their lives.”

In an instant, each of the men in black fell to the ground, their eyes filled with undissipating terror.

Four silver-armored guards knelt on one knee, “We beg your pardon, Prince, for our tardiness.”

“You did well,” the man said, smiling as he moved forward, just as one of the black-clad men grabbed the hem of his white robe.

With a swish, a knife flashed and fell, the screaming of the man echoed, his severed arm and blood staining the ground.

The man shook his head lightly and sighed, “This is the 132nd assassination attempt from my eldest brother.

I admire his tenacity.

If he had dedicated this spirit to ruling justly, he wouldn’t have ended up alienating everyone around him.”

“You are only following orders.

I won’t harm your lives.

Go back and tell him that his obstinacy will only lead to more innocent people dying because of him.

These sins will eventually return to him.

I hope he takes heed.”

Brooklyn walked out of the dark alley, the bustling city lights welcoming him.

He paused, lifting his gaze to the moon in the sky.

A pair of pitch-black eyes appeared in his mind, mirroring the color of the moon.

Ever since he was little, he loved to look at the moon, imagining a divine being living on it.

“Prince, the Holy Master wants to see you,” whispered a silver armor guard standing by his side.

“Understand,” responded Brooklyn.

He returned to the Imperial Lodge, took a bath, changed into a white robe, and walked to the Holy Temple located on the outskirts of the city by the river.

This was a paradise for all pilgrims, standing solemn and sacred under the night.

Brooklyn walked down the central avenue, which became incredibly silent at night, with only the moonlight following his footsteps.

He walked into the grand hall, quietly waiting.

After what seemed like an eternity in silence, he glanced at the antique vases of immense value on the display shelves.

No one knew that the Holy Master was actually a collector.

He loved collecting beautiful vases from all over the world.

These beautiful and fragile artifacts dazzling under the light all originated from the same kingdom.

Although he never spoke of it, Brooklyn knew that he was always reminiscing about something.

The sound of light footsteps could be heard, accompanied by a faint fragrance as the curtain fluttered.

Brooklyn bowed respectfully and spoke in an almost devout tone, “Mother.”

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“Prince Brooklyn has had a tragic fate.

His mother was a lowly dancer.

The King happened to meet her during an outing and shared a romantic moment with her.

Afterwards, the King cast her aside.

The then Queen Consort was a jealous princess from a neighboring country.

When she came to know about the dancer, she continually persecuted her.

Fortuitously, the dancer gave birth to a son.

The mother and son lived a fugitive life in Inracetales.

One day, the Queen Consort found them and sent them abroad.

Unexpectedly, their ship encountered a storm at sea.

The Queen Consort thought they must have died, until three years ago, when Prince Brooklyn unexpectedly appeared in Inracetales.

Everyone found out that Prince had survived the sea storm by a stroke of luck, later receiving the support of the Holy Master and General Nando.

Despite his tough start, he has great reputation in Inracetales, even surpassing Prince Jonathan.”

Samuel recited everything he had found out over the past few days about Prince Brooklyn’s background.

Randa played with the jewelry on her finger, “What about his mother?”

Samuel shook his head, “It seems she died in that storm.”

“Tsk tsk, quite pitiful.

I can’t help but feel a little sympathy,” Randa said sarcastically, curling her lips in a smirk.