Mountland. Inside a hotel in the city center, there were many officials coming and going, or rather, many important figures of Mountland. They were there because the Harding family was staying at this hotel. Thus, this hotel had become a central point.
Various families and powers were coming to this hotel, bringing gifts and showing goodwill. In a top-floor office where no one could disturb, there were only two people. One was a mature-looking man dressed in a grey suit, puffing on a cigar, exuding a mature and steady demeanor. The other was a young man.
“Dylan, do you think the South Province will still follow our Harding family’s plan? I’m increasingly unable to understand the South Province. I don’t understand what this War God wants to do,” said James Harding, puffing on his cigar and looking out the window, deeply worried.
Although their plan had been successful, he always felt something was wrong. It was as if their plan had encountered no resistance, and even that War God hadn’t resisted at all. It was as if their plan had obediently made the War God step down from his position.
This was very strange. That man was not someone who would back down after a simple scare.
“Dad, you’re overthinking it, really overthinking it. This War God Kisia, he willingly gave up his position because he had no other options. The three-party forces took action and overwhelmed him in public opinion. Even if he wanted to resist, he couldn’t. Rather than that, it’s better for him to step down quietly, which would allow the public opinion to dissipate quickly. From this perspective, this War God is still a smart man.” Dylan Harding sat in his position, analyzing arrogantly.
His arrogance wasn’t unfounded; he had studied at many famous universities, always with perfect scores. He was the prodigy of the Harding family abroad. This time, he was back to help the Harding family achieve their grand plan. He had every right to be arrogant.
Moreover, accomplishing this plan would qualify him to compete for the family headship. He was from a branch family, not very valued, but due to his outstanding abilities, he was gradually regarded by the family. They promised that if he performed well this time, he would be able to enter the competition for the family headship.
The position of the Harding family head was powerful enough to drive people mad with desire. More importantly, in the Harding family’s grand plan, they wanted not only South Province but the whole of Kisia. They wanted Kisia to belong to the Harding family from now on, and the Harding family would be the supreme ruler of Kisia.
“However, after this time, we likely won’t have the chance to use this tactic again. The old guys in the capital are not idling, and after this, many of our planted pieces will probably be removed. But if we can influence this war situation, then these pieces weren’t sacrificed in vain.”
“As for whether South Land can win, there’s no doubt. We have the right timing, geographical advantage, and people’s support. Even if Robin Bailey has exceptional talent, he can’t go against fate. The heavens are on our side.” Dylan Harding said indifferently.
Win? What could Robin possibly win with?
Three, no, it can be said that four forces, the Harding family, the Temples, South Land, and dozens of peripheral countries, are all eyeing him. Although they had previously been intimidated by Kisia and had their national power halved, this did not mean that they didn’t harbor ambitions to destroy Kisia.
Four forces are eyeing Kisia, Robin, a mere mortal, what can he use to save Kisia?
Win? This word, appearing on Robin, is simply a joke.
“Ah, maybe I’m worrying needlessly.” James Harding sighed. He didn’t know why, but since last night, he had been worried, as if a heavy stone had been added to his heart overnight. He didn’t know what had happened. He was just anxious. It was as if someone had suddenly arrived in Mountland. However, after hearing Dylan Harding’s words, maybe he was really making a fuss.
Just then, a phone call came in. Dylan Harding answered it, and after a while, hung up the phone, his eyes flickering: “Dad, there’s a man named Nightowl outside the city. He says he’s from the Temples and wants to do business with us.”
“Nightowl, ranked thirty-eight?” James Harding was taken aback.
Most of the people on the Darkboard are high-ranking practitioners. Most of the characters on it, even if they haven’t seen them, have heard of them. Being ranked thirty-eight is already impressive. After all, Jenkins Williams, who ranks twenty-six, is defending a place like St. Sunday alone.
The importance of St. Sunday goes without saying. Even their seventeen cities combined might not be as important as St. Sunday. That said, this rank of thirty-eight in St. Sunday is already considered a high-level practitioner.
“Yes, he announced his identity.” Dylan Harding nodded.
“So, what kind of business did he say he wanted to do?” James Harding asked again.
“He didn’t say, but it should be a big deal, judging from his tone.” Dylan Harding said.
“We can talk about it.”
James Harding nodded, then said, “Although he’s ranked thirty-eight on the Darkboard, for the sake of your inheritance this time, I’ve invited the elders from our lineage. With those old men around, that Owl can’t cause any trouble.” Due to this grand plan, the old men who had sequestered themselves in the Harding family had all awakened.
These old men were all in their twilight years. Most of them might have lost all their teeth. However, these guys were still strong. After all, they have practiced for a lifetime. Even if their talent was not up to par, they could still become high-ranking martial practitioners through accumulated experience and time.
This time, to ensure everything went smoothly, he had specifically invited these ancestors from his lineage.
“Really?” Dylan Harding was delighted. He had been somewhat worried, but now he was full of confidence. If the old men were in the city, what did he have to fear? With the old men’s strength, they could easily suppress anyone ranked below ten on the Darkboard. Let alone this mere Owl.
“Father, I’ll go and call that person over.” Dylan Harding left the room. Even with the old men’s presence, this ranked individual was also a high-level practitioner. Perhaps he could be recruited to add to their strength.
However, James Harding clutched his chest, frowning and said, “I don’t know why, but I feel as if the heavy stone in my heart is getting heavier, as if some danger is approaching.” An unusual premonition.
“Perhaps, that War God is planning something again. Ah, can’t he just leave things be? Wouldn’t it be nice if he just handed over Kisia to us peacefully, instead of causing all this trouble?” James Harding muttered to himself. However, he knew this was impossible. Their stances were different, they were destined to be enemies.