Cursed Immortality

In the grand room, the nobles were waiting for the meeting between Jacob and the members of the three hegemonies to get over.

It had already been over half an hour.

Philip was deep in thought without showing any expression.

While Duke Riley wanted to have a private chat with his daughter alone so they have also gone somewhere.

Harrison stood on the side of the west corridor, which led toward the meeting hall with an expressionless face. He was guarding this place so no one could disturb Jacob.

At this moment, the sounds of footsteps from the corridor sounded, and everyone looked over. They knew the meeting was over, and Philip was very curious about what Jacob spoke about in private.

Philip knew Galant won't hide it from him. That guy was loyal to a fault. That was why he wasn't worried when he left the meeting hall.

Thereupon, Galant followed by the Loop, Isham, Blake, and others appeared, but everyone felt something wasn't right because their expressions were ashen, as if they had seen a ghost.

Philip squinted his eyes with curiosity. He really wanted to know what made those high and aloof members of the three organizations lose their composure, including Galant who seldom shows such expression.

However, before Philip could ask or say anything, Galant said with a pale expression, "We should leave post hastily, your majesty!"

Philip looked deeply at Galant before he nodded. "Let's go."

He then looked at Harrison and said, "Please deliver my gratitude to Sir. Jacob for giving us his personal time, and he's welcome at the palace at any time he wants."

Harrison bowed slightly in acknowledgment without saying anything.

Loop with his other two vice leaders and Blake with his vice leader also didn't want to stay and followed behind.

Isham was the same, but he didn't just leave and looked at the burly middle age man and ordered, "You'll stay here with four others and arrange the equipment to his excellency's preference.

"I have to leave. This matter is too serious and doesn't even whisper about it or let the others. Because even if an iota of what we just hear is true, then we're really in a huge predicament, and we can't have our enemies alert."

The middle age man was the vice gunsmith guild leader, Kishon.

Kishon was still incredulous and didn't want to believe what Jacob said, but they couldn't ignore it either because once they contact the upper regions, they will find out if it was true or not.

If it was really true, then they won't just need the rare or rarer region's help, but they needed even stronger help to escape this crisis.

Kishon nodded and quickly agreed with Isham's arrangement.

Although they were here to meet with Jacob and also delivered the best equipment they had for a gunsmith, this turn of events was unexpected, so Isham had to leave now or he was planning to set up the workshop himself to earn Jacob's goodwill.

Duke Riley also appeared at this moment with a somewhat listless expression, while Alice didn't appear.

Duke Nathan looked at Duke Riley and sighed ruefully. He had guessed that his niece wasn't like the past, and now he was sure of it. But it seemed Duke Riley's problem was meager compared to those bigwigs. He was also curious about what Jacob revealed to make them in such a hurry.

At this moment, the crowd outside was waiting for the result of this meeting, and when the closed door of the mansion opened, everyone looked with anticipation while holding their breaths.

Especially those enslaved mercenaries of Tiger's Den. They wanted Silver Tyrant to fall off with the Humane Kingdom, which will make the army outside attack, and they will have their chance to escape.

However, to everyone's surprise, every bigwig quickly approached their respective carriage without showing any intention of attacking the tyrant's mansion.

King Philip also embarked on his chariot, and Knight-Marshal Galant took the rein with a solemn expression and drove it toward the exit.

Galant opened his mouth at this moment, "Retreat march!" His voice was loud and clear.

All those knights surrounding the mansion were somewhat bewildered by this order, but they quickly followed the order, and just as they appeared, they surrounded the carriages and retreated back.

The other nobles in the carriages were also baffled by this retreat order since they all knew King Philip wasn't someone who would retreat like this when his position was in danger.

They were now curious about what had happened in the tyrant's mansion.

Only the carriages of the gunsmith guild have remained in the mansion now while everyone left.

King Philip looked at Galant and spoke, "What happened?"

Crown Prince Jude wasn't in the chariot at this moment, and this was deliberately done by Philip, to make sure this conversion won't be heard.

He wanted to know what Jacob discussed with them and if has agreed to be the face of humans for the upgradation process.

Galant didn't turn around but his grave voice sounded which could only be heard by Philip, "Your Majesty, if what that man name Jacob said is true, then our lives might not be ours anymore, and we're just livestock in a terrifying existence eye.

"I need to contact the legion in the rare region and confirm this as soon as possible. If it turned out to be true, then we should just use that device to report this and hope they are strong enough to save us, or I don't think humanity will ever be free anymore."

Philip's eyes contracted when he heard Galant's ambiguous answer, and his calm expression contorted for the first time. He knew Galant would never say those words, which means this was really a serious problem and much greater than trolls or Jacob.

"Just what that man revealed?" He asked sternly.

Galant suddenly gnashed his teeth before he uttered three words and no longer talk anymore, "Killer Skull Society!"