From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1525: 689 fight_1 Chapter 1525: 689 fight_1 White Tiger and Green Dragon, leading the Silver Armor Guard, followed the trail to a fishing village, but they were a step too late.

Green Dragon eyed an old man sitting idly, mending clothes, then strode over and grabbed the old man’s collar.

“Speak, which way did they flee?”

The intimidation of the leader, Green Dragon, was too much for a commoner to bear, but the old man showed no reaction.

Green Dragon reached out and grasped the old man’s neck, his eyes cold and ruthless.

Finally, the old man raised his head.

Despite the face roughened and deeply lined by the ravages of wind and sand, it was clear that he had been a stunning beauty in his youth.

In the blink of an eye, Green Dragon saw a familiar trace on this face, and this fleeting recognition allowed the old man to break free.

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White Tiger shook his head, “Forget it, this old woman seems confused, merely a pitiful pawn being used, let’s leave her alone.”

Then, with a worried look, White Tiger continued, “The King is concerned about the Saintess.

Now that she is missing and her survival uncertain, we should think about how to account for this.”

After speaking, he casually took a teapot from the table, poured two cups of tea – one of which he handed to Green Dragon.

As he passed the cup to him, he sipped on his own tea.

Green Dragon narrowed his eyes.

White Tiger laughed, “What, afraid I’ve poisoned the water?

If it were poisoned, I’d be the first to die.”

After a long journey without a drink, Green Dragon accepted the cup of water due to his thirst.

White Tiger watched with a twinkle in his eye as Green Dragon drank.

“Green Dragon, we’ve been following the Holy Master for some years now, haven’t you ever thought of leaving yourself an escape route?”

Green Dragon, always serious and sparing of words, shot him a cold look: “What do you mean?”

“Of the four of us, you and the Vermilion Bird are most trusted by our Holy Master.

It’s true, after all, she owes her life to you both.

But no matter how loyal or competent Divine Art and I are, we are always invisible in her eyes.”

“The Holy Master is a woman, her heart is too soft, she will never do great things.”

White Tiger laughed like the Buddha, giving off a harmless aura, but his eyes shone sharply and ambition ran wild.

“You…” Green Dragon’s face changed suddenly, staring at White Tiger in disbelief.

But just as he was about to act, he suddenly collapsed onto the ground, veins throbbing on his exposed neck.

White Tiger squatted down next to him with a cheerful look, “Don’t worry, there’s no poison.

It will only put you to sleep for a while.

We are, after all, colleagues.

How could I bear to kill you?

When you wake up, the sky over Percival will have changed.”

With these words, he left, laughing heartily.

“Boss.” His underling quickened his steps and whispered something in his ear.

White Tiger listened, then burst into laughter: “Divine Art is always a timely individual, as for the Vermilion Bird….”

White Tiger squinted, “Given the current state of affairs, he can’t make much of a splash.

I’ll go take care of the Whale Feather Army and tell him to hurry up and settle the situation.”

“Yes sir.” His follower bowed and left.

White Tiger looked back at Green Dragon lying on the ground.

His uneasiness gave way to determination as he turned and strode away.

All the members of the Silver Armor Guard were loyal only to the Holy Master.

If the Holy Master was no more, their reason for existence would be void.

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At the break of dawn, General Nando led his troops into the King’s Palace, allowed to pass without obstruction by the forbidden army.

Riding on his horse, Nando stared at the towering palace in front of him, his expression a mix of emotions.

Stationed in the square before the main hall stood all the palace officials.

Instead of their King, they were greeted by Nando on horseback, with a sword at his side.

This was a grave disrespect in the royal court.

Even though General Nando had many merits, it was a challenge to King Huck Callum’s authority.

An official stepped forward angrily: “General Nando, do you still recognize our King?

Get off your horse, unbuckle your sword, and apologize to the King immediately.”

General Nando sat astride his horse, his commanding presence exuding an aura of ruthless aggression.

He had no hesitation in drawing his sword and bringing it down.

“Ah…” A long shrill scream echoed from the crowd, everyone was struck dumb by the gruesome scene before them.

“With the Saintess missing and the king heartbroken and lost at sea, the nation cannot be left without a leader.

Until the king is found, I will act as regent.

Would anyone care to raise an objection?” he demanded.

Everyone was too petrified by the scene that just unfolded to dare object.

“Good, everyone should stick to their posts.

If I discover any hint of disloyalty, you will suffer the same fate.”

The iron-clad, violent aura of General Nando was enough to instil fear in those who had never been soldiers.

They wished they could bury their heads in the sand, forgetful of the King and the Saintess.

They should have foreseen this day; when power overshadows the master.

It is either death or rebellion.

Apparently, this general wanted to strike first.

The officials who secretly leaned towards Nando felt relieved about their foresight, while those who stood on the wrong side felt regret or kept silent.

A myriad of emotions were displayed among the crowd.

There were, of course, those habitual flatterers who stepped forward with empty compliments.

But Nando, who despised such self-serving individuals, sent them flying with a kick, and those considering approaching him naturally backed down.

Nando walked into the great hall and sat down on the throne at the center, ordering his subordinates, “Go to the dungeon and bring out the prisoner.”

Upon receiving the order, the man promptly set off for the dungeon.

This was a place where top-secret prisoners were held and only the king had the authority to move anyone held there.

But now that the king’s palace was under new management and Nando controlled the dungeon, bringing out a prisoner was as simple as giving a command.

The dungeon, which never saw sunlight, was dark and humid, filled with a scent of decay.

As the iron door of the dungeon swung open, a weak figure was seen huddled in a corner, appearing pitiful.

“You, come out.”

Upon hearing the voice, the young man raised his heavy head, his formerly lively eyes now dull and listless.

It was none other than Prince Aspen, who had long been missing.

Aspen, dazed and confused, walked out of the dungeon.

When he came into contact with sunlight, he finally regained his senses and then blurted out, “Am…Am I going to die?”

The more he thought about it, the more wronged Aspen felt.

His sister had reprimanded him that night, and feeling discontented and rebellious, he had sneaked out, dodging the guards.

Actually, he hadn’t had a clear idea of what to do, just that he didn’t want to go home and wanted to cause his sister some distress.

If he had known what would happen that night, even with ten times the courage, he wouldn’t have run away.

With these thoughts, he was brought to the palace.

Aspen had been there before; it was where the king entertained foreign guests.

“General Nando?

How could you…?”

Seeing General Nando sitting on the throne meant for the king, Aspen realized his brain was probably not computing quickly enough.

“Prince Aspen, you’ve had a tough time these days.

Go and get some rest, I will arrange for you to reunite with your sister.”

Nando looked at the groggy Aspen being led away, and then gave a cold laugh.

He, of course, knew why Aspen had been locked in the dungeon.

Aspen had inadvertently stumbled upon a meeting between Allegro Kent and Liam Anderson.

Though Aspen was quite simple-minded and might never look deeper into it, Liam decided to lock him up just in case, to prevent any possible leak of information.

On the surface, Allegro Kent was loyal to the Holy Master, but in fact, he had secretly allied himself with Liam Anderson.

In Allegro Kent’s hands lay the future of the entire land of Percival.

Thinking about this, Nando stood up immediately: “Call him in.”

A tall man wearing a military uniform entered, then kneeled on one knee.

“I asked you to watch Allegro Kent.

Now is the time to trap him.

You must take him into custody unharmed.”

“Your order will be obeyed.”

This man was leader of a secret special forces unit, codenamed Snow Lion.

He used to be the leader of an international mercenary group before Nando bought him over with a hefty sum to secretly train a group of soldiers for him.

Raising soldiers for a thousand days, using them for a moment.

Nando had faith that his Snow Lion Army would not lose to the Tiger Feather Army.

When Tigers and Lions fight, let’s see who will have the last laugh.