Chapter 377. Vulgar
As Char recited the list of dishes, the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.
Every day, people would disappear without anyone knowing. The people below had long been accustomed to this, and they knew that they had provoked someone they should not have provoked...
However, what about the people above-the people below who should not be provoked?
Could they get used to offending people they should not have?
The answer was, of course... No.
The evidence that Imira had previously provided was accepted by most people. Yes, as long as the part that involved themselves was completely true, they had done it.
Therefore, this was equivalent to acquiescing to the existence of a pool of evidence.
When Char revealed the shocking truth and obtained various testimonials from the pool of evidence, Bloom's persecution of his colleagues was confirmed.
Compared to the persecution of his colleagues, few people cared about who he sent to the ground or who he washed clean. This was the greatest sorrow of Andaheim.
In terms of vision and foresight, this group of nobles could not compare to a blossoming Prince.
However, when it came to carrying out private work and resolving personal grudges, they were all equal in the same field, and even more outstanding.
Countless suspicious eyes suddenly turned to bloom, led by Soran, who firmly believed in the cause of his son's death.
"Is what he said true, Your Highness?"
Soran asked in a low voice. His eyes were red, like an injured beast.
"Foolish... Stupid!"
Bloom was so angry that his hands were shaking. He was really angry this time!
There was a kind of anger that made his entire body turn cold. Perhaps that was what he was feeling right now.
He hated the group of people in front of him for not knowing the severity of the situation. Their emotions had been stirred up by Char's few words, and they actually held onto their personal grudges at this time.
Bloom had always felt that he was a pioneer and was even prepared to be a martyr. He boasted that he would hold the torch of civilization high and lead the ignorant Dark Elves out of the darkness.
But now, the darkness was going to devour him first.
"You dare to call us stupid? Don't tell me you don't feel any guilt for what you've done!"
Prince Joshua asked sternly.
The one who died was one of his favorite lovers. It was also her fair skin that made her stand out from the group of Dark Elves.
With her bizarre disappearance, her illegitimate son, who had been hiding in the dark, also disappeared for no reason. The latter had inherited his mother's blood and had the same resistance to curses and poisons. It was likely that they had the same fate...
At that time, he could not search for it openly, but now, he could vent his suppressed anger.
"Ha... Guilt? Why should I feel guilty?"
The Prince looked at his colleague, his expression gradually turning from anger to calmness.
"What do you want me to feel guilty about? My dear Joshua, are you even worthy of saying those words in front of me? Who do you think you are?"
However, the words coming out of his mouth did not sound calm at all.
"You..."
Joshua's face was filled with anger. He almost jumped up to hit Bloom, but he was stopped by a hand.
"Bloom, these words are too much."
Faris Storm stepped forward.
He was the father of the death-seeking expert Imira.
"And you, my dear Faris." Bloom revealed an elegant smile, but his words were extremely vicious. "Put away your hypocrisy. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking... Are you too immersed in your character and pretending to be a victim?
"You Storms don't have much wisdom to begin with, and with each generation's leader's frivolousness, you've been splashed on a woman's belly time and time again. Now, all that's left in your mind is clear water, and I've firmly believed this until today... However, I got to know Imira all over again.
"What a good child, full of schemes, forbearance, boldness, and at the same time full of imagination and courage that you never had."
He turned his head to look at Imira, who was overwhelmed by the praise for no reason and didn't know whether to be angry or excited.
In Imira's eyes, her father, who had been rendered speechless by vicious words, was actually not as graceful as this flower Prince who was full of witty words.
"So, Faris, let me give you a piece of advice. I suggest that you go back and check if this child is your biological child. He's not as gutless as you, only knowing how to hide in the 'edge of the blade' and play with women."
Faris was also furious. His body swayed a little, but he was stopped by another hand.
It was Old Meir, the father of the Mmoonfrost Sword, who had just died at the entrance of the Uptown.
"Enough! You need to apologize to everyone for your concealment and brutal actions. The noble Dark Elves shouldn't have raised their swords against their own kind, and you shouldn't have any contact with the humans above!"
Bloom was grinning from ear to ear, pointing a finger at him. "Among so many people, I have the most faith in you... But what do you think I'm optimistic about? Wisdom? Courage?
"No, no, no, he was being presumptuous! You're just like me when I was 45 years old. Do you understand? My dear Meir, it's as if you've been breastfed for two hundred years and only stopped drinking milk today. Do you know how your son died? You're so stupid!"
"Ha... I knew you'd stand up for me, my dear Meir."
Old Meir, without a word, retreated in defeat.
Bloom looked around, and everyone who was stared at by him took half a step back.
Compared to Prince, everyone else here was trash.
He laughed without restraint again, then stopped, and his expression returned to coldness.
In the end, his eyes fell on Char's face.
"And you, Char."
"Please speak."
Char bowed politely.
"To be honest, I don't understand what you're relying on, but there's no doubt that you've brought me a lot of trouble-and that's all."
"Perhaps that's the case, Your Highness."
Char squinted his eyes and looked around.
When Bloom gave his speech, not many people noticed that a quarter of the candles in the hall had been extinguished, and they were all far away. In the darkness that followed, there seemed to be countless sticky shadows wriggling toward the center...
Char recalled the shadow servant that he had played with in the camp with the dust of concealment. If the existence of the valet could be bribed, then bribing a group of killers like this would mean...
Bloom noticed Char's small action and curled his lips.
"Do you understand what I mean? That's all."
Then, he snapped his fingers.
A few meters away from the center of the hall, a shadow suddenly rose from the ground like a huge wave and pounced on the guards at the edge. The wave hit the ground hard and almost all the guards were sucked in.
Captain Saron was the first to react. After little hesitation, he rushed to Bloom, who was the closest to him, not to save him, but to suddenly understand who was behind all this.
Even though he had long changed his allegiance from the Queen to bloom, the conversation just now had clearly erased his first target of loyalty. His first reaction was to stop the turmoil and then avenge his son.
Before Soran could control bloom, a familiar sharp blade came out of his lower abdomen.
The tip of the blade was stained with blood, dripping to the ground. The poisonous liquid on the blade instantly spread all over his body.
Soran turned around with difficulty and saw a familiar yet strange face ...
"Clark..."
It was the captain of the court attendants who had sworn loyalty to the Queen, Lucia, his sworn enemy!
Soran still remembered that on the way here, it was the other party who stopped him from attacking Char, but now it was him...
Clark pulled out the blade of his staff indifferently, his right hand immediately came close and put it on Soran's waist, and then a cold air burst out.
Bang!
Soran was first frozen into an ice sculpture, then pushed out by the air wave and fell to the ground, breaking into pieces. He was dead.
In the hall, the sound of metal being torn apart rose and fell and screams of pain and low groans of pain lingered in the ears.
In the midst of order and chaos, light and shadow flickered.
Bloom was like a Heavenly Father, spreading his arms and sweeping his gaze across the crowd.
"Everyone, welcome the new era."
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