The entire room was in an uproar, because what the hell is a Netherworld Stele?

Everyone was sitting like primitive men, resting their chins, watching the two professors converse. JPG.

You can't say these editors aren't well-read; normal people couldn't boast enough to blow their crap onto newspapers. Only someone trained in a school setting can land this job.

Only those top scholars in ancient history studies, or those with significant authority at the Advanced Arcane Academy, who have access to the Forbidden Book Library, would know about these ancient artifacts, so ancient they're even older than the era of Emperor Xiluo, only vaguely described before the historical break, also known as the King's Device.

It's said they could even command the gods.

The uproar wasn't about the stele, but rather because Kai Deng couldn't hold back and cursed, shattering the persona the organizers had built up for him instantly.

A mysterious reformed thief hero? A teenage warrior with PTSD?

Don't make Sister Kai laugh.

"Guards, someone's causing trouble, hurry up and kick them out!"

Kai Deng frantically gestured for the Royal City Army to hurry.

There's no way someone just jumps out, directly focusing on the key path and finding the flashpoint, there's definitely some hidden agenda. No need to think, it's Liszt's doing, guiding public opinion.

To put it simply, all the maneuvers were to win the Emperor's favor, not just Liszt himself; his interest group must also avoid conflict with the Royal Court as much as possible.

After all, Kai Deng is among the top sixteen, and immediately, armored Royal City Army guards closed in on Ben, their armor gleaming under the intense sunlight.

Ben was shocked, having been locked up by the cops for a night yesterday, he was already angry, and Dark Elf lives are lives too! Dark lives matter!

Immediately starting a slick combo!

"This thief racial knight! Top sixteen in the Continent Martial Arts Competition, the competition held by the King includes racial knights; I have a journalist badge, does the Imperial City have any law?"

Ben howled, if Liszt doesn't pay this time, I'll just turn traitor, willing to follow Lord Kai Deng east to fight pirates! They've printed me to win anyway! A retired messenger double agent of the Great Thief Guild!

A unique skill that works every time, still filming domestically while hiding.

The term "Emperor" has taken on a different flavor by now, making the position seem untouchable. Everyone's used to it privately, indeed it is so, but in public places within Aran's territory, he's referred to by his title, called King, to an extreme degree of caution.

Shouting like this, yet it's useless, are you threatening the Military Master in Aran? Instead, it backfires, making the armored soldiers move even faster, instantly pinning Ben down, hands pressed behind his back, unable to move.

Kai Deng's persona shattered even more, starting the thief's theatrical act, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth, playful eyes full of disdain, I'm a current star, mixing in the legitimate world, playing in the officialdom, underworld mice, even the head rat is just a small fry, scram.

"What the hell…"

Ben was speechless, if they really drove him out, he'd be furious! I'll just directly turn to the pub's Black Panther Party! I have a dream!

"As he said, he's wearing the adventurer guild's news agency badge. According to the civil security management regulations in the judiciary, there is currently no reason to expel someone with news distribution credentials."

A middle-aged man in his thirties or forties said calmly, as soon as he heard the word 'Netherworld Stele,' he was instantly no longer sleepy.

His voice was low, carrying an unusual sense of steadiness, not an intimidating sharpness, but a naturally powerful presence that silenced the surroundings.

His brow bone was prominent, nose bridge straight and smooth, jawline clean but not harsh, mid-length brown hair, dressed quite ordinarily, shirt, pants, boots, typical straight male attire.

As he spoke, the Royal City Army's movement immediately stopped.

"Who the hell are you? Where's your captain? Get this troublemaker's accomplice out as well!"

Kai Deng was furious, directly calling for the Royal City Army captain.

Various media outlets frantically scribbled into their notepads, recording Kai Deng's character shift and arrogance.

"This is... the Royal City Army instructor, Mr. Wesker."

The captain reminded Kai Deng.

"My hair?"

Kai Deng was dumbfounded, the Forbidden Army Instructor? Damn, aren't you supposed to be working, what are you doing here?

But then immediately somewhat regretting, damn accomplice!

This person's status isn't particularly high, but he's undoubtedly one of the toughest in Aran, ranking at the top isn't a problem.

Aran Military Government's various corps systems are complicated, entangled in bloodlines or interest ties, bloated, unable to maintain lean operation once sprawling.

Reaching the high levels indeed requires military merit, but because of good soldier welfare, there's a lot of regular soldiers with hard connections, leading to uneven quality, encountering some resume-padding battles with accidents, can easily backfire.

The Royal City Army is the Emperor's private soldiers, with stringent and fierce selection criteria.

In comparison, discussing only the most basic soldier composition, one side has undead with broken swords, the other Fran Undead Team.

Yet the Forbidden Army Instructor is a damn Abyss Walker.

"No need to worry, young friend, if you have any questions, feel free to ask."

Wesker said, folding his arms with one hand and touching his chin with the other.

Ben's revelation provided Wesker with crucial information, all the questions lined up like unraveling silk threads.

About last year's train heist at the end of the year, the Alan Royal Court didn't take no action because it harmed the national integrity and the Emperor's reputation. The Royal City Army internally also had different functional departments, sending people to investigate.

Because train operations involved major matters, not only economic stimulation but also key to winning wars, the official clarification was that it hadn't been robbed, just malfunctioned.

But in reality, the matters behind it were sorted out clearly, only Black Sail and his gang being pirates drifting at sea, I hit him it's vast sea no trace, he hits me divine weapon descends can't guard against, intercepted by marine bandit inland, quite disgraceful, so not publicized, and not managed afterward.

Until Black Sail and his group tangled with the train again at Mulong, after jurisdictional and territorial jurisdiction wrangling, it was handed over to the navy for handling.

But whether navy or army both failed miserably, with the Continent Martial Arts Competition timely, had to keep it secret.

It's likely the Overlord Descendant is fake news, but the Royal Court wouldn't do nothing; just sent Wesker to see what's going on.

Incidentally, Wesker also fully understood last year's train case's internal affairs.

According to expert on-site investigations, and the deployment of arcane magic array perception of residual elements, the Energy Department special operations department officer, Joshua, was blasted into a V-shaped blood mist by an extremely powerful destructive force, previously unheard of.

Aran's expert group is top-notch, after a week-long literature search, and overcoming technical hurdles, the expert group confidently determined it was the power of the Netherworld Stele, an Ancient Era Royal Artifact.

But it was dismissed by the higher-ups, Joshua's cause of death hastily concluded.

Wesker also initially held skepticism, but today finally believed.

Now everything made sense.

After Liszt dominated the East Sea, he didn't acquire wealth matching his achievements, having to once again take risks to immediately open a battlefield in Mulong, almost an insane move, with power not yet fully consolidated, plunging into another high-stakes gamble, easy to collapse if the interest group took a hit.

The whole reason was Diaz suppressing Liszt's industry, causing many foreign investors to fear Diaz's retaliation and dare not act, leading to Liszt's severe financial shrinkage.

Continuing to speculate further.

Last year's train robbery indeed involved the Netherworld Stele, and the stele was taken by Black Sail's group from Diaz. This was the reason for the confrontation between the two.

Thus leading to today's uproar, the so-called showdown between the Thief Guild and Heaven Port.

Then, could it be, the Overlord Descendant... possibly true?

"No wonder the Instructor, respects the people and doesn't offend a hair, impartial and just,"

With Wesker's backing, Ben also began the thief's theatrical act, the arc at the corner of his mouth nearly rising to the sky, looking down with extreme disdain, "Damn thief hero, this bitch is just doing dirty work, and she even kissed Liszt, the head of the Eastern Sea Dog Pirates!"

This truly set the whole room ablaze.

Directly exploding with excitement.

Disciples of the Sword King, Highway Rangers, Lady of the Golden Land, all felt like listening to heavenly books, very surprised.

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