Oliver’s face alternated between shades of green and blue. He was furious. Just a moment ago, he’d been mocking Ben Roach for provoking a huge problem – Mr. X. This Mr. X was more formidable than he’d imagined, capable of killing Clarence Saunders. Yet who would have guessed that the tables would turn so dramatically. This Mr. X had now struck at his own base.
“This Mr. X is bloodthirsty. He hasn’t been in St. Sunday for long, but he’s already killed countless people. This kind of villain must be killed; otherwise, who knows how much more carnage he will cause,” Oliver said viciously.
However, at this moment, a member of the Roach family came to report: “Sir, the Sword of Supreme is gone.”
“What!” Both Ben Roach and Oliver’s faces changed drastically. That sword was a treasure, and it was intended as a gift for the emperor of South Land from the leaders and factions of St. Sunday. Although the Gilkes family was the main contributor, all the families, including theirs, had a share in it. They all stood to gain some glory from this offering. But now, it was gone.
“Blake Gilkes, you really know how to mess things up,” Ben Roach grimly kicked Blake Gilkes’ corpse a couple of times to vent his anger.
“What do we do now? Without the Sword of Supreme, what can we offer to Lord Whiteford?” Oliver was also becoming anxious. To surrender, they needed to make a contribution. Without a contribution, their status would be ordinary at best.
“First, we search. It must still be in St. Sunday.” Ben Roach’s eyes flashed with a cold light. He ordered, “Send people to the Lindsay family. That Theresa Lindsay said Mr. X is a pro-war faction member. So, go to the Lindsay family, bring Theresa Lindsay back no matter what. Use Theresa Lindsay to threaten the pro-war faction and find Mr. X for me.”
Being the head of a family, he was no fool. If he couldn’t find Mr. X, he’d make others do it. As for who those others would be, they had to be people close to Mr. X. At the moment, the only person known to have connections with Mr. X was Theresa Lindsay. She had publicly announced at the ball that Mr. X was part of their pro-war faction. However, the Lindsay family would not be easy to deal with.
“Get Ding to accompany you to the Lindsay family. The Lindsay family won’t be easy to handle,” Ben Roach instructed. The Lindsay family was indeed difficult. The day before, he had sent people to kill Theresa Lindsay, but they had not succeeded. All the assassins he had sent were killed at a crossroads, each one with a single knife wound to the throat. He had no idea who had killed them. Therefore, sending Ding was the most prudent course of action. Even if they encountered Mr. X, Ding could handle him.
As another wave of tension and grimness swept over the city and the Roach family’s guards were deployed everywhere, everyone knew something must have happened in St. Sunday. The last time this happened, Young Master Roach was killed by Mr. X. As for this time…
It was still related to Mr. X.
And it was even more explosive.
“Do you know? The Gilkes family, the peace faction that had long announced their intention to surrender, was annihilated today. Both their family head and heir are dead.”
“I also know about that. They just unearthed a Sword of Supreme and were planning to offer it to the Emperor of South Land.”
“Perhaps that’s why Mr. X went to kill them. After all, he is the leader of the pro-war faction. It seems like he’s planning to wipe out the entire peace faction in St. Sunday.”
“The leader of the pro-war faction? Since when?”
“Wait, Mr. X has become the leader?”
“The leader of the peace faction? Leading St. Sunday to defeat South Land?”
One piece of news after another was spreading through St. Sunday. And it seemed like the notion of Mr. X being the leader of the pro-war faction was gradually becoming widely accepted and spreading throughout St. Sunday, especially among the young commoners.
The wealthy and powerful families were blinded by their extravagant lifestyles. They were only thinking about surrendering to preserve their luxurious lives.
However, not only were there these major clans in St. Sunday, but there were also ordinary people. They too had patriotic sentiments and were unwilling to become slaves of a conquered nation. They had simply been misled by the upper echelons and were living in a haze. Now, it seemed as if they were awakening, inspired by recent events. A subtle undercurrent began to stir throughout St. Sunday. Yet, they were still missing a spark that could fully ignite the situation.
In St. Sunday, the Lindsay family’s home located on the west side of the city was not particularly luxurious. As a military family, they always sought simplicity and functionality. However, today, the Lindsay family began to mobilize their forces. Within the main courtyard stood a woman dressed in plain clothes, her hair tightly drawn back. She was somewhat thin, but her eyes were sharp and authoritative. She was issuing orders one after another.
“Pamela, bring back the troops.”
“Jenkins, tell your father to return immediately.”
“Linh, go to your Chen family, your in-laws, and ask for help.”
One command after another was passed down. The entire Lindsay family was filled with the scent of impending battle. However, even this strong woman, when looking at Theresa Lindsay on the balcony, constantly making one call after another, had a hint of worry in her eyes.
“Today might be the day of destruction for my Lindsay family,” the woman thought to herself. It was not going to be an easy night. If it were before, when the head of the Lindsay family was still alive, the Lindsay family was a formidable tiger. But now, they could hardly be called a sick tiger.
She watched Theresa Lindsay, her own daughter, aware of what she was doing-using the pro-war faction she had previously recruited to spread the news throughout St. Sunday that Mr. X was the leader of the pro-war faction. The aim was to awaken the decaying city of St. Sunday. It had to be said, the effect was quite good.
The people Theresa Lindsay recruited were ordinary people. They hadn’t lived lives of drunken revelry, and their spirits were still high. However, this action couldn’t be hidden from the upper echelons of St. Sunday. Doing this would only hasten the Lindsay family’s demise. They would not let the banner of the pro-war faction fall, but she did not stop it because she was the current head of the Lindsay family.
She was Rose, Isaac Lindsay’s wife, Theresa Lindsay’s mother.
“Rose, after I’m gone, you’ll be the head of the Lindsay family. I’m leaving Theresa and the Lindsay family in your hands.” This was his will. Isaac Lindsay, a general on the South Border, had written this before going to the battlefield. He trusted his wife and his Lindsay family.
A flame of determination flashed in Rose’s eyes, “You heartless man, leaving us behind without a care. But rest assured, I won’t let the Lindsay family down.” The Lindsay family was a military family after all. Surrender? In their dreams!
At that moment, a large number of soldiers began to arrive outside, gradually surrounding the entire Lindsay family home. Yet, Rose was not afraid. Instead, she looked at Theresa Lindsay, her lips slightly parted, her eyes gleaming, “Daughter, are you afraid to die?”
“I’m not. My father once said, fearing death is not in our Lindsay family’s blood.”
Theresa Lindsay stood up. There was a certain gallantry between her brows.
“Well said. If it were another family, I might have already told you to run. But we, the Lindsay family, are different. For generations, we have defended the border. We live as people of Kisia and die as spirits of Kisia.”
Rose, with her almond-shaped eyes, was prepared to face death.