I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 486: Chapter 487: Don’t move, outsiders can’t touch the Destiny Tablet fragments!

Lord Spark was distressed and no longer wished to speak to Lide. Alone, he picked at his fingernails while staring out the window, his face wearing an expression of utter despair.

How worthless the mortal world is…

Seeing the old man’s melancholic silence, Lide couldn’t be bothered to speak more, his mind preoccupied with planning their next move.

Once Frey sensed no other divine presences within the city, Lide’s worries had dissipated.

The fragments of the Destiny Tablet couldn’t escape his grasp.

Using the Power of Destiny within him, he had sensed the location of the Destiny Tablet fragments clearly as soon as he had entered the Royal Capital—even if King Nolan had hidden them, it would be futile.

He hoped the king would see the situation clearly; otherwise, he would have to forcibly take the Destiny Tablet fragments and, with tears, plunder the royal family.

After so many years of accumulation, he believed the Nolan Royal Family must possess quite a few valuable items…

The carriage wheels squeaked over the cobblestones, and pedestrians on the streets, upon seeing the mark on the carriage, immediately stepped back with fear, not daring to approach it.

This was a Mage’s carriage; any offense to the occupant could result in facing Death from a casual spell—more frightening than even the Nobles.

The carriage wasn’t moving quickly and only stopped in front of the grand gates of the Imperial Palace about two Sunshine Hours later.

By then, the Nobles of the Royal Capital had all been summoned by the king to the palace hall for a meeting, just half a Sunshine Hour after Lide’s arrival.

The carriage came to a halt, and Spark’s look was still slightly resentful, his expression stubbornly pouting like a child refusing to concede defeat.

I haven’t lost to you; I just haven’t exerted my strength yet… hmph.

After a long while, Spark slowly exhaled a deep breath and said softly, “Kachar, after such a long time, those hypocritical Nobles should have reached a conclusion…”

He had deliberately slowed the carriage to give the Nobles time to discuss how to deal with Lide and establish a united front, to prevent any foolhardy individuals from aggravating Lide and provoking him to flatten the palace with a single sword strike.

After all, Lide had explicitly demanded the fragments of the Destiny Tablet.

It was conceivable that the Nobles might not willingly hand over the Destiny Tablet fragments since it was a Divine Artifact tied to the fate of the Royal Capital.

But now, force superseded all—in the face of absolute power, rules and plots were useless.

Even if some Nobles were foolish, two Sunshine Hours of discussion should have made them aware of their own limitations.

This was Spark’s plan.

Lide felt somewhat moved by these words. Despite the old man’s shabby appearance, barely better than a street beggar with the only advantage being his ability to afford the red-light district, his cunning worldly wisdom was indeed significant.

Their carriage was slow, but the closer it got to the Imperial Palace, the more psychological pressure it exerted on the inhabitants.

The Nobles were more likely to reach the consensus he desired.

Of course, he had a better method—letting Frey barge in and eliminate anyone they wanted, but what could they not obtain?

However, Spark hoped it wouldn’t be too much to ask to try not to engage in a massive slaughter while he could still control the situation; it wouldn’t do to defy this humble request from his makeshift teacher.

They stepped down from the carriage; the Nolan Palace came into view.

The first thing Lide noticed were the towering, solid griffin sculptures standing at either side of the palace gates, each one a dozen blades tall, looking like small mountains.

The Griffin was always the representative squadron of the Nolan Empire’s Air Force; from the founding of the empire, the Griffin Corps had made indelible contributions.

Lide glanced at them and quickly lost interest, continuing to examine other structures in the palace.