Chapter 1114: Chapter 312: Branding the Ducas Clan (10K)

He shifted his gaze away from the candle stand.

Mark Ducas picked up the feather pen from the desk, and with the sharp tip stained in black ink, he began to write on the paper.

As he wrote, cold words continued to flow from his mouth.

"The sooner you die, the sooner I can inherit the Marquis Duca title."

"The sooner you die, the sooner I can plan, and the Ducas Clan won’t fall to such a state..."

One symbol after another appeared on the paper as Mark’s right hand moved.

Ten minutes later.

Mark moved, taking out a red wax seal from the walnut desk in front of him.

He held it near the candle burning on the stand, slowly lighting it.

The red wax seal illuminated, casting an eerie red glow over Mark’s face.

Mark inverted the wax seal, and the burning wax quickly melted.

A few drops of scarlet wax dripped down, precisely landing on the edge of the envelope containing the letter.

He waited as the wax cooled, beginning to harden.

Mark removed the black badge ring from his right ring finger and pressed the pattern on the ring into the soon-to-harden wax.

As Mark lifted the black badge ring, an emblem of a greatsword and shield was left on the cooled and hardened wax seal.

Having sealed the two finished letters, Mark called out in a deep voice to those outside the study.

"Come in!"

As soon as Mark’s voice fell, after two knocks, the study’s double wooden doors were pushed open.

A soldier dressed in standard plate armor strode in front of the walnut desk.

Bowing, he respectfully responded.

"Marquis, sir."

Mark glanced at this squad leader and continued.

"I need you to immediately arrange cavalry and a fast horse to deliver this letter to the Royal City of Triumph tonight, hand it personally to His Highness Michelle."

"Tell His Highness Mitchell, Spirit Reef Port is in danger!"

The squad leader promptly replied, "Yes, Marquis, sir!"

Mark paused and continued.

"This one, send overnight to Spirit Reef Port, hand it personally to Knight Commander Godfrey!"

"Tell him that from the moment he receives this letter, he is the highest commander of Spirit Reef Port."

"Everyone must follow his orders, including Lawrence Ducas!"

The squad leader’s expression slightly tensed as he replied again.

"Yes, Marquis, sir."

Mark nodded and said, "Go arrange it immediately."

The squad leader took the two letters from Mark’s hand, dared not delay, and retreated from the room.

After finishing all this, Mark slightly reclined, leaning against the back of the wooden desk.

He lifted his head, gazing at the dome carved with various patterns above the study, a hint of distraction in his eyes.

He seemed to be contemplating something.

The study once again fell into silence.

Until a few minutes later.

Mark, leaning on the wooden chair, suddenly got up and walked towards the study door.

As he pushed the door open, he walked along the dim corridor.

Mark glanced back at the soldiers ready to follow him and said.

"I need some peace!"

The four soldiers, looking tense, immediately stopped in their tracks, not daring to follow further.

Withdrawing his gaze, Mark continued to stride forward.

Amidst the soldiers’ exchanged glances, he disappeared at the corridor’s corner.

Perhaps because it was already late at night.

The vast Marquis’s Castle, except for the occasional passing patrol troops, showed no other presence.

When the patrol soldiers saw their marquis, they stopped, bowed, and greeted him out of respect.

Mark merely cast them a casual glance before withdrawing his gaze.

Walking through the dim and silent corridors, turning at the deserted corner...

Mark’s steps gradually came to a halt, standing still.

Before him, several soldiers stood guard at the room with double wooden doors.

Mark hadn’t expected that, after wandering around the Marquis’s Castle, he would end up at Donovan’s room.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Mark stepped forward and walked ahead.

The soldiers guarding the room’s entrance immediately turned their heads alertly upon hearing footsteps.

Upon recognizing Mark Ducas’s face and silhouette in the dark.

The soldiers were startled, quickly bowed their heads, and collectively called out.

"Marquis, sir."

Reaching the door, Mark swept his gaze over the soldiers.

Before he could speak, two soldiers moved to push open Donovan’s double wooden doors.

Mark’s mouth slightly opened, intending to stop them.

In the end, he chose to let it happen.

As the doors were pushed open by the two soldiers.

A scent mixed with faint incense and herbs wafted out, directly entering Mark’s nose.

Mark could clearly smell the strong odor of decaying flesh within that scent...

With the opening soldiers’ puzzled glances, as Mark hesitated in thought.

A deep and powerful voice came from the bedroom.

"Since you’re here, why won’t you come in?"

Upon hearing this strange yet familiar voice, Mark’s brows instantly furrowed tightly.

With a solemn expression, he strode into the open bedroom door.

As Mark stepped into the bedroom, the scents of incense and herbs mingled with decaying flesh became heavier and more intense.

Treading on the carpeted floor, entering the bedroom.

Despite some display cabinets and furniture obscuring the view, Mark’s eyes were fixed straight in one direction.

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