From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1523: 688 Bottom Card_1 Chapter 1523: 688 Bottom Card_1 That night should have been a night full of vows of love under the perfect round moon, but this moment was enveloped in a layer of grey shadow.

Green Dragon received an update and rushed over immediately, and along with White Tiger, mobilized all the Silver Armor Guards for a full search.

Within the King’s Palace, the Brooklyn Nation Master who got the news was furious at the leader of the Forbidden Army, finding it absurd that the Saintess could be abducted within the palace.

It was truly laughable.

He, a recently appointed king, had become the butt of the joke.

“My King, calm down.

I will definitely bring the Saintess back.

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If anything happens to her, I shall not live alone.”

The usually gentle and elegant king kicked him in the chest, sending him tumbling backward.

“What is your life worth?

What I desire is the Saintess safe and sound.

If not, not even your nine clans will suffice to atone.”

The leader of the Forbidden Army retreated in absolute fright.

The storm on the King’s face visibly subsided, replaced by a face of nonchalance.

The corners of his lips even curled up in amusement.

A dark figure silently stood behind him, kneeling on one knee.

“My lord, the Saintess is currently safe.”

“He still wants to test me using the Saintess — he won’t harm her.

But just in case, you should keep a close watch.

If even a single hair of hers is missing, you shall answer for it.”

“Your subordinate complies.”

The young man’s thin lips curved into an elegant smile, his deep blue eyes as profound and enchanting as the ocean.

“This time, let’s see who will end up victorious.”

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West District of Inracetales bordered the bay.

Most of its residents were fishermen making a living from the sea.

Due to the strong fishy smell, ordinary citizens rarely visited the West District, making it especially quiet.

During the night, four people barged into a fisherman’s house.

Doris Lewis, an old woman sitting under a lamp mending clothes, lifted her head without any hurry.

Uninvited guests intruding in the middle of the night did not intimidate the frail old woman, making this scene oddly eerie and rendering the old woman somewhat more profound.

Doris Lewis put down her needles and thread, and got up to boil water in the kitchen.

Two subordinates silently guarded the front and back of the house.

The man leading, dressed in black, poured a cup of water as if he were in his own home.

When he brought the cup to his lips, he looked up at the young lady standing in the house, draped in a black cloak.

“Saintess, would you like some water?”

Aubree Groove walked to the table and sat on an old, weathered bench.

Her face, as impeccable as white jade, seemed to brighten up the narrow, dilapidated room.

The man was momentarily entranced, quickly lowered his gaze when he regained his senses, concealing his lapse with a sip of water.

“Nando really overestimates his abilities.

Hasn’t he considered the consequences?”

The man nearly choked on his water, raised his head incredulously: “You…?”

“Yes.

I knew from the start that I couldn’t fool you.

The world really understates your intelligence.”

The man carefully observed the young lady in front of him, apprehensively spoke, “I didn’t expect you to cooperate willingly.

Apart from being smart, perhaps you’re also unsatisfied with this new king.

Why don’t we associate?”

“To discuss cooperation, there must be sincerity first.

Unfortunately, I do not see any in you.”

“What sincerity does the Saintess want?”

A tall figure slowly emerged from the darkness, his face round and solemn, eyes filled with dignity.

It was none other than Nando, the top general of Percival Kingdom.

Atton Rowney stood up and moved behind Nando.

The young lady spoke nonchalantly: “General Nando, your move is indeed ill-advised.

Brooklyn is no longer the weak and humble Brooklyn of a decade ago.

He is now a ferocious lion lying low, can you predict the outcome of provoking him?”

Nando snorted coldly, his eyes filled with disdain: “Worst comes to worst, they’ll both die.”

It was precisely because the boy he once had control over now roams free that made him even angrier.

He despised this uncontrollable feeling.

“Acting on impulse is a sign of rashness.

When two tigers fight, one is bound to get injured.

In the end, the commoners are the ones who suffer.”

Nando smirked sarcastically: “The Saintess really is considerate of the people.

Unfortunately, your manipulative tactics have no effect on me.”

“Bring him out.”

Atton Rowney brought a man into the room.

Nando savored the sight of the usually stoic Saintess finally losing her composure at the sight of the man and laughed contentedly.

Just as he expected.

The Saintess’s voice turned icy: “What exactly are you up to?”

Nando chuckled: “I know that you and this man are lovers.

However, you’re forced to marry Brooklyn.

You must be unwilling.

As long as you work with me, I guarantee that I can help you and your lover disappear.

Once you return to Jimenez, he will have no way to harm you.”