Chapter 567: Chapter 563: The Trump Card that Turned the Tables Instantaneously Chapter 567: Chapter 563: The Trump Card that Turned the Tables Instantaneously “So, the empire’s resources are being used for your fun and games? War machines, Phantom Machines, are treated like playthings by you, and you even dare to attack my Honor Parade.” Seeing the scenario before her, Gladys was burning in rage. However, even in her anger, she needed to maintain her elegance and dignity in public.

Bringing Muria from the Deep Blue Commerce Association to her residence was supposed to be a simple task, and yet, this episode had to occur. She couldn’t imagine how many sisters she’d have to compete with if Muria’s identity got exposed. At that time, the level of competition she’d face would be unimaginable.

“Who will tell me? What has happened here? Why has my carriage been reduced to this state, why did the City Patrolling Knights’ leader dare to attack my carriage?” Gladys asked, a cold edge in her voice.

The purple-haired maiden in heavy armor behind her, was bristling with killing intent. Although Catherine knew that Muria was in the carriage, he was using the Honor Parade usually employed by the princess. In other words, even if Gladys was in the carriage, it would have met the same fate.

“Your Highness, here’s what happened…”

Upon the princess’s inquiry, a few nobles immediately stepped forward and provided a clear and concise explanation of the recent events.

“Take all these chaps to my chamber. Inform their elders to come and retrieve them within a month. Should they fail to return within that time, I will repair their Phantom Machines, and send all of them to the frontline battlefield.”

Having understood the situation, Gladys swiftly sentenced them. Hearing this judgment, those involved breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the princess wasn’t keen on making this a big deal. As long as they compensated her with some resources later, they’d be off the hook.

“Bring up the knight commander from just now.” Gladys declared in a domineering tone. Soon, two Dragon-Lion knights charged down and brought up the knight commander, whose body was scorched black by the Golden Thunder.

“Why did you order the attack?” Gladys asked, her tone ice-cold. Compared to the reckless nobles, she was more irritated with this knight commander – what had he been thinking? If he angered Muria, forcing him to intervene, she wouldn’t be able to keep Muria’s existence under wraps any longer.

“Since I realized that it wasn’t you, Your Highness, in the carriage, I panicked and ordered an attack.” The commander, feeling soaking wet pain all over his body, kneeled down and spoke laboriously, “Please forgive me, Your Highness.”

“Forgive?” Gladys laughed in rage, “As the knight commander responsible for patrolling the Imperial Capital, are you filled with water in your brains? Even if it wasn’t me in my carriage, it’s someone closely related to me. You dared to order an attack — you are unfit to be a knight commander. Resign later; this position doesn’t suit you!”

“I… I’ve been dismissed!” The young knight commander felt blood rushing to his head. His brain was buzzing, because he had just heard the words: “closely related to me!”. The youngster, who had been harboring hopes, felt his heart almost stop.

“Hey, bro, what did you see in the princess’s carriage that made you so agitated and ordered an attack straightaway?”

Gladys had taken her damaged carriage and left, but the curious nobles who had gathered around asked the dismissed knight commander, whose future was now bleak, with impatience.

“A young man.” Upon hearing this question, the knight commander, with dull eyes, looked up at the hundreds of aristocratic children surrounding him. In his fury, he blurted out what he had seen, though he’d only gotten a vague look at his physique, it was definitely not female.

“Male? How’s that possible?”

“Who’s that chap?”

“No wonder he hid in the carriage and didn’t dare to come out.”

… When it came to light who was in the carriage, the atmosphere suddenly exploded – the youngster felt the fury of the crowd. A young man wouldn’t usually harbor unrealistic expectations, would he?

…

“If you were any later, I was about to take action.” In the carriage, Muria sat opposite Gladys.

“Apologies, I didn’t expect such an incident.”

“That apology is insincere,” Muria shook his head, “The noble elders will probably send you some precious resources as compensation. right?”

“Yes, I can give it all to you if you want.” Gladys responded generously. After all, her material loss wasn’t significant; the main issue was saving face.

“I don’t need it. If you want to compensate me, just give me the manufacturing method of the Apocalypse Four Knights!” Muria spoke half-jokingly, “if that’s not possible, the method for The Black Knight would suffice.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t decide on that.” Upon hearing Muria’s request, Gladys looked troubled and shook her head in refusal.

“Then who can?” Muria asked curiously.

“My father, the 154th Emperor, Sandra can. However, even if you go to him, it won’t help. Even if you’re a Titan, you need to exchange knowledge of equal value.”

“Where would I get such knowledge?” Muria’s lips twitched. Now he understood – although the Uranos Empire was a vassal state to the Titan Tribe, it was relatively independent. The empire was not a charity for the Titans; some core technologies still adhered to the principle of equivalent exchange.

“Then there’s no way.” Gladys shows a sly smile and shakes her head. She finds that the Titan in front of her seems different from the Titans she knows. He seems to have more desires. If there’s a word to describe it, it would be: greedy.

“There really isn’t any way?” Muria seems reluctant. Once she masters this construction technology, as long as she has enough resources, she can build an army in a short time.

Such creatures, short-lived as they are, are too trivial for the likes of Epics to take notice of, but for Muria now, they are quite helpful in advancing her goal of pushing through the Evil God’s Paradise.

“There is a way, but you need to wait for some time.”

“What way?”

“Wait for me to take my father’s position.” Princess Gladys said with a charming smile, revealing her own ambitions, “But my chances are slim. I’m only the seventh in line.”

“Wait for you to ascend the throne?” Muria squints her eyes, understanding the implied meaning, “So if I help you, you will give me the method to manufacture the Apocalypse Four Knights, is that it?”

A very fair equivalent exchange. In order to get something, you have to pay something. There is nothing displeasing to Muria about it. It’s a normal deal after all.

“Not just the Apocalypse Four Knights. If I ascend the throne, I can give you more,” Gladys reveals a tempting smile, “Even when you step into the Void, I can lend you a hand with my power and increase your chances of becoming an Epic.”

“Sounds pretty good.” Muria is immediately moved, “How much gap is there between you and the current first in line to inherit the throne?”

“He’s already reached Legend.” Gladys picks up her hot tea and takes a sip, “And I’m only at Soul Intent Level Three. And this is just the gap of power, the gap of influence is even greater.”

“Be more specific.” Muria’s mouth twists a bit, feeling something not quite right.

“My royal cousin commands over ten Legends, while I only have two. And these two were assigned to me by my mother.” Gladys put down her tea with a calm expression, seeming unfazed by Muria’s surprised look.

“Such a huge gap!” Muria suddenly feels the teacup in front of him is somewhat hot.

“The gap doesn’t matter, I now have a trump card that can turn tables instantly. Regardless of how many Legends my royal brother commands, they would be of no use.”

“But it still depends on probability.” Muria looks at the smiling Gladys with curiosity, “Can you reveal what kind of trump card you have?”

“No,” Gladys shakes her head with a smile, steadfast. Behind her, Catherine has already turned her head away with a face of discomfort, she knew what the so-called trump card was.

“You haven’t agreed to help me yet, don’t expect to get any information out of me.”

“Since there’s a chance, let’s just give it a try.” After some thought, Muria, who found the princess’ smile a bit weird, agreed. He couldn’t see any harm it could bring him.

If it succeeds, the benefits are immeasurable. Even if it fails, there seems to be no harm either. Just a vassal, who would dare to mess with him? At most, he would just lose some resources.

“Wise choice.” Hearing Muria’s words, Gladys’ smile glittered like flowers in bloom, stunningly beautiful.

“Now can you reveal what your so-called trump card is?”

“It’s not time yet.” Gladys looks at Muria’s juvenile face after he removed his mask, and shakes her head: “It won’t work if I say it too early.”

“Tsk, how mysterious,” Muria marvels. Until now, he still hasn’t realized what the smile on the princess’ face sitting opposite him means.

…

“This is your prepared hunting ground?” After coming to Gladys’ royal manor, Muria looks with envy at the Space Gate in front of him. Through this gate, he can see a primitive Wild Jungle, where fierce birds soar and giant beasts run.

“Of course, is there a problem?” Because of Muria’s query, Gladys, who brought him here to show him around, feels a bit embarrassed and lowers her head. She thinks that Muria, as a member of the Titan Tribe, might find her preparations too humble.

“You think the Semi-plane is too small? I can’t do anything about this. This is the largest hunting Semi-plane I have in my hands right now. Muria, please bear with it! After all, this is to deal with the Dragon Princess.”

“…” Muria is speechless, a private hunting Semi-plane, what more can he say.

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