After dealing with the guards, Landon hurriedly rushed towards the massive bed frame at the furthest end of the room.

On the bed, was a shrivelled looking man, who was now as thin as a twig.

Landon was immediately shocked silly.

Was this really king Micheal?

From the system's information..... king Micheal should roughly have the same size and weight as Alec.

But how the hell had this herculean man seemingly turn into this twig before him.

That poison must really be something!

The man on the bed was frail, and had a bluish-pale complexion..... that seemed like death would be knocking on his door any moment from now.

Luckily, Landon has come just in the nick of time, as from the looks of it.... the system's analysis was really right.

In fact... Landon felt like he could even see death lingering around the poor man.

The rest of the soldiers also thought so as well..... as they too felt the presence of death here.

.

The moment Landon and the rest came closer..... Micheal forcefully lifted up his eyelids, as he wanted to determine who these men who had fought the guards here were.

He looked at them as sternly, as his aura immediately became fierce.

Even though he was at death's door, he still didn't give in to any pressure from people he thought were his enemies... and still spoke with an unyielding voice.

'As expected of a noble king!', they thought.

"So why have you come?" Micheal asked coldly while looking at Landon.

Though the brat in front of him seemed young, he could tell right off the bat that this little imp was the leader of the pact.

Landon smiled back at Micheal and didn't mind his cold overbearing tone.

Anyone in this situation would think that it was an enemy standing before them.... or an assassin here to finish them off.

After all... the man had been poisoned by his wife for years now, so maybe she wanted to deal with him in a manner that wouldn't bring any suspensions.

One could never be too sure.....

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"Speak up!

Why the hell have you invaded my palace?"

"Because I'm here to save you."

"And why the hell would you do that?"

"Because I like you!"

"I've never met you before, so why would you like me so much that you would risk your life for me?"

"Because I like you"

"_"

Several of the skiers almost facepalmed their faces when they listened to Landon's responses.

'Your majesty.... just who do you think you are fooling?'

Even they themselves didn't know why his majesty had brought them over to save this man.

Originally, they were from Arcadina.... and Terique was Arcadina's sworn enemy.

Of course now, they don't mind actually getting along with the Teriques.

One should know that ever since they had gotten into Baymard, their mindsets had also changed as well.

So in short, they didn't mind getting along with anyone, provided he or she want willing to enslave people, rape, murder and so on.

And while they scouted during the day during their entire four-day trip, they had also realized that the commoners were very simpleminded just like those in Arcadina.

So the problem really came from those with powerful positions.

Hence they didn't see any reason to hate all Teriquens.

Blame would only be given to those who were to be blamed.... and that was that!

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Listening to Landon's reply, Micheal's mouth twitched... and he immediately closed his eyes to calm himself down.

At this point he knew that this brat wouldn't tell him anything..... so he decided to just allow them to rescue him as they claimed.

But before he did that ... there was something that he had to do as well.

"I have a request that has to be done before we leave!" He said, giving no room for any negotiations.

Landon looked at the stubborn man and smiled.

In the future, if he wanted to make this man trust him more, then he had no choice to listen to the man's request.

"Alright..." Landon said.

Hearing that, Micheal opened his eyes and looked at Landon deeply.

"Please... save the rest of my family locked up in the dungeon in the West-wing."

"_"

As a king, Micheal would've never used please to anyone before.

But while he had been bedridden with this poison, the thing he regretted the mist, was that he couldn't save the rest of his family from Kamara's schemes.

He had lost 2 of his wives... as well as 3 of his children from Kamara's hands.

And right now, his other wife, as well as her own children... were also locked up in that dungeon as well.

As for his first wife, her son the crown prince and her daughter.... they had luckily escaped ages ago, so he wasn't truly worried for them.

But a while ago when Kamara had playfully told him that he would marry the one in the dungeon to her brother Nopline, how could he not boil from anger over and over again.

If not for the fact that he was sure that he would die soon..... he would've already started planning his revenge to kill the b**ch.

But sadly, in this lifetime.... he would have no chance for revenge whatsoever.

Or so he thought..... but that was a story for another day.

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Micheal looked at Landon and was about to say thank you..... but in the next moment, he immediately took back his kind intentions.

"Hey old man.... why are you looking at me like that?

I know that you're probably thinking that I'm too handsome right now.

And I also know that I told you that I liked you too..... but not in that way alright?"

"_"

Micheal closed his eyes again and steadied his breathing.

It was moments like this that he wished that he had his strength back.

This brat was definitely asking for a beating!

alright?

Landon chuckled and instantly turned serious again.

"Leo..... Maria..... Zane..... quickly take off one of the guard uniforms and dress his majesty Micheal up!

Victoria..... Jarin..... Gavin.... Alexia.... you 4 will get a set of clothes for all the prisoners that we will rescue from the dungeon.

And the rest of you, pill up the dead bodies on one side now.

I want this down in 2 minutes tops!

Move! Move! Move! Move! Move!"

"_"

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