Chapter 455

Three Hundred and Fifty-Fifth Chapter: Preparation

The man who looked like a host began to passionately declaim on stage, accompanied by his words, sporadic applause erupted from the audience below.

Without any manuscript, the young host delivered the opening remarks on stage. After continuing for several minutes, the opening remarks finally neared their end. The host then solemnly introduced the organizers of this evening’s event.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this grand event is a blessing, a blessing from multiple sources. The Three Saints have saved our world, allowing it to continue until now. Let us witness the change of seasons and the arrival of a new year. This is the grace of the deity.

“And we are able to gather here and share in the joy of the festival because of human grace, the grace of the royal family that each of us adores! Now, let us welcome the organizer of this grand event, the compassionate Princess Isabel, who has brought us all together! And also, the esteemed Duke Barret, who was invited as a distinguished guest!”

The host shouted loudly from the stage, raising his hand to one side as he did so. Following the direction of his hand, it could be seen that at a nearby building’s balcony on the edge of the square, a bright lamp lit up in time, illuminating the scene on the balcony.

On the open-air balcony away from the ground crowd, two luxurious chairs were placed. On those chairs sat a man and a woman together.

The man was an elderly gentleman around fifty years old. He had a slightly plump figure and wore a yellow overcoat. His hair and mustache were streaked with gray, and his peaceful face bore not too deep wrinkles. He smiled slightly as he faced the crowd below the balcony.

The other woman was a young lady around seventeen or eighteen years old. She wore a cotton white dress adorned with various delicate floral embroideries. She wore a small white hat with flowers on her head and had shoulder-length wavy golden hair. Her fair skin was almost flawless, and she had a cheerful smile on her beautiful face as she waved to the crowd below.

The appearance of these two members of the royal family instantly raised the atmosphere of the evening to its peak. The crowd burst into enthusiastic cheers, everyone waving and shouting Isabel’s name towards the girl on the balcony. Dorothy quietly watched the figure on the distant balcony amidst the crowd.

“That is… Duke Barret, and Princess Isabel?”

Dorothy murmured, and at this moment, Gregor next to her also looked towards the distant balcony and replied.

“It seems so! Princess Isabel is reportedly the member of the royal family closest to the lower-class citizens and the one who has done the most in various donation and assistance activities. Indeed, she has high popularity among the people!”

As Gregor spoke, he scanned the crowd shouting Isabel’s name. The enthusiasm of these ordinary citizens for Isabel seemed to prove Gregor’s words true. Dorothy, after hearing this, took a more interested look at the young girl on the balcony.

‘A princess favored by commoners…’

…

In the Bishop Square, the audience’s emotions were boiling due to Isabel’s appearance. At this moment, those paying attention to the evening’s events were not only the people present but also a circle of people monitoring every move on the square.

On the rooftops of buildings at the edges of the square, many guards were stationed there, keeping watch over the surroundings while also monitoring the movements on the square.

Many of these guards were extraordinary beings directly drawn from the An Yin Bureau’s hunters. For this evening’s event involving members of the royal family, the An Yin Bureau had shown great importance, dispatching sufficient forces to maintain the event’s safety. These extraordinary guards were now guarding the high points around the square, securing advantageous positions and being vigilant against any unusual occurrences.

Under such security measures, it would be difficult for any unexpected dangers to arise. Of course, if the security guards themselves caused problems, that would be another matter.

On the rooftop of a building in the southeast corner of the square, a guard wearing a helmet and a coat stood here, gazing intently at the bustling scene below. Upon seeing Isabel waving from afar, the corners of his mouth beneath his helmet curled slightly, emitting a cold laugh.

“Enjoy yourselves, fools. In a little while, many of you may never have the chance to enjoy anything again…”

Gazing down at the scene below, the guard muttered, then turned around and slowly walked to the attic room in front of him. After opening the door, what entered his eyes was a dimly lit room with about ten figures inside.

These figures were almost all male, dressed in the same clothes as ordinary Tiwian citizens, standing or sitting scattered throughout the room. Their eyes revealed worry, fear, or determination… If it weren’t for their uniformly tanned skin, they would appear no different from ordinary Tiwians.

“Brave warriors, how prepared are you?”

Looking at the people standing or sitting before him, the guard whose identity had been replaced directly spoke. The language he used was not Prit, but another language called Spiritual Seal Language.

Hearing the words of this “guard,” a tall man with a scar who had been sitting in a corner stood up and came to stand in front of the “guard.” Speaking with a calm tone, he said:

“Of course, we are ready. We can hardly wait for the white-skinned people and their families to pay the price in bl**d.”

“Is that so? Then may I see your preparations, Warrior Sado?”

With his hands behind his back, the “guard” asked with a smile, looking at the man in front of him. Sado, upon seeing the three men sitting beside him, said:

“Get up, Aku, Pam, Kuzudo… Let him see our resolve.”

Following Sado’s words, the three natives of the New World slowly stood up. They silently looked at the “guard” in front of them, then unbuttoned their coats, revealing small sticks tied around their waists connected by fuses. These were explosives.

The three men in front of the “guard” each had three rounds of explosives tied around them, explosives that could be detonated at any time. These were Sado’s preparations.

“The pain of gunpowder is something your white race has brought upon us. We have etched its power deeply into our hearts with the bl**d of countless tribesmen. Now… it is time for your own race to remember this power with their own bl**d.”

Standing beside the three men, Sado said with a heavy voice. The “guard,” after seeing this, nodded and muttered:

“I have witnessed your resolve. Very good… very good… Now, let others also witness the weight of this resolve.”