Baike Oasis suddenly noticed that his second son seemed a little different.
'It had only been one night. What on earth could have happened?'
Under the "protection" of two Knights, Baike followed his son downstairs. Breakfast was already prepared, but the servants in attendance had been replaced. They were not his trusted retainers, but shifty-eyed youths who carried the air of local ruffians.
He glanced around but saw no familiar faces.
'It seems Kuer has taken complete control of this place!'
Baike Oasis's heart sank. He'd never expected his son to harbor such ambition. 'Is this really something he's capable of?' He knew his son better than anyone.
"Father, let's have breakfast," Kuer said, his demeanor gentle.
After sitting down, Baike Oasis felt something was amiss. "Where is your brother?"
