Chapter 91 - Trail Gone Cold and New Trails (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The night was completely dark. Bard sat on the balcony of his room, gazing at the starry night sky.

The candlelight pa.s.sed through from behind him inside the room, s.h.i.+ning on the expensive gla.s.s cup in his hands.

The clear yellow fruit wine reflected mouthwateringly beautiful rays of light, but the wine cup trembled incessantly, causing the wine to ripple.

Bard’s hand was still trembling.

The contemplative smiles Roland and the two other Golden Sons had worn still surfaced before his eyes now.

“We know that there are still a lot of good n.o.bles, for example, someone like you, Mr. Bard.”

These words kept appearing inside his mind.

Now he understood why Roland and the other two Golden Sons smiled in that way!

That was the kind of smile one revealed when they saw prey, an easy mark.

Prey!

An easy mark!

These words prodded and even stung at Bard’s cranial nerves. He wanted to rage, to roar, and to smash the ridiculously expensive gla.s.s cup in his hands to pieces on the spot.

However, a sense of s.h.i.+vering fear that stemmed from his soul forcibly suppressed his rage and paralyzed him.

Even when he had offended the fourth prince three years ago, he wasn’t afraid to such an extent.

Those three truly wanted to kill him. They were waiting for him to make a mistake.

In their eyes, there was no respect for n.o.bility, no respect for power, let alone fear.

How many Golden Sons were there?

If they were small in number, they wouldn’t have much influence, not even if they could revive indefinitely. Their influence would be too small.

However, if they were large in number… the n.o.bles would have difficulties in the future.

There was even the possibility that they would be suppressed into the common cla.s.s and replaced by the Golden Sons as the new n.o.ble cla.s.s.

With these thoughts in mind, Bard questioned whether he was being too fearful and thinking too much.

However, his hand trembled uncontrollably, and his instincts told him that this was truly possible.

“I’m truly mad!”

On one hand, Bard felt this was impossible, but on the other, his subconscious told him that this was very likely to be a fact of the future.

He was distraught with anxiety by these two conflicting ideas.

“How are you crazy?”

A familiar voice came from behind Bard.

Bard didn’t turn around, he continued to look ahead and asked, “How did you come in?”