Chapter 1765 Earning Confidence
In a dark chamber built deep underground sat seven figures around a large round table.
A foreboding silence rang in the air.
The air was perilous.
Electric.
"...Is this real?" One man narrowed his eyes, reading a report.
"It is, Don Jiteliana," Prince Rajak replied.
Don Jiteliana's expression grew ugly. "Prince Rui Quarrier Kandria, hm?"
A fierce, malevolent bloodlust lit up in the depths of his eyes.
"What a profoundly displeasing turn of events."
His dark robes fluttered as he shook with disgust at the report.
"Relax, Jiteliana," A seductive voice chimed in.
"Do not command me, harlot," Don Jiteliana's eyes lit up with rage, glaring at her. "Get your legs off the table before I chop them off." Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only
The threat in his eyes was palpable.
"Like what you see? If you want my body so much, just ask, though it'll cost ya." She blew out a deep puff of smoke before inhaling another from her cigar. "...Still, curious plot twist, ain't it?"
Her eyes flashed with a hint of curiosity as they fell to the picture of Prince Rui Quarrier Kandria. "...Yummy."
Don Dagonel was the head of the Dagonel Network, the oligopolistic mafia for illegal information services. Although its scope and scale were smaller than those of the Beggar's Sect, the quality of its information services within the Kandrian Empire, their main market, was on par with that of the Beggar's Sect before rapidly declining anywhere outside.
The entirety of the Underworld relied on the Dagonel Mafia for reliable information, as Prince Rajak in his campaign for the throne.
"It is a shame that the assassination attempt by the four royals seems to have failed." Another man's voice echoed in the dark chamber. "I went through all the effort of supplying gold to the designated assassins."
Don Schambiei expressed his displeasure at the failure of the assassination attempt.
"It wasn't easy smuggling so many prominent high-grade Senior assassins into Kandria," Another woman remarked with a calm voice.
"Your services were certainly appreciated, Don Schambiei, Don Feimia," Prince Rajak's expression grew ugly.
He, too, regretted that the assassination didn't seem to have panned out.
"We can consider the option of killing Prince Rui. However, I still need more support," Prince Rajak remarked. "Prince Rui will be gaining immense momentum right out of the gate. You can be assured that the Martial Union will not allow any force to so much as put even the slightest scratch on him. This time, even the ten Martial Sages of the union might personally move. We need to be able to win and outbid this new opponent."
"It's not that easy," Don Carnil nonchalantly remarked. "We have tried helping you gain more momentum with our ventures, remember? But these require capital and are prone to risk of failure, like my drug trafficking operation from the Great Forest of Hynonarak that was targeted and rapidly annihilated more than two years ago by a mysterious assassin."
"I need your help, My Lords," Prince Rajak gritted his teeth. "I cannot ascend the throne without it."
He inwardly cursed at the casual nonchalance of the Underworld's reaction to the recent news. He had to deal with strange and eccentric personalities that were the height of irrationality.
"...I'll think about it," Don Carnil calmly replied. "I'm not sure how inclined I am. The probability of your victory has reduced substantially, and the risk factor has risen above tolerable magnitude. The probability of meaningful ROI increasingly decreases."
He turned to Prince Rajak, narrowing his eyes. "Prove yourself. You're intelligent and competent. Show us that you're still worthy of our unconditional support."
This was the first thing that all six dons of the Underworld found themselves to be in agreement with. They stared at Prince Rajak with judgmental eyes with a hint of amusement and skepticism.
Prince Rajak's expression grew grave. "Fine. I will show you that only I am to ascend the throne."
