Chapter 82 Conspiracy
Isaac had always received an excellent education.
Not just the Nine Commandments.
But also the wisdom of life and conduct imparted to him by old Tyr.
Therefore, although he was displeased at being left out, Isaac did not force his way in.
He knew he was the son of Yara.
These people were probably preparing a formal welcome out of respect...
After waiting for a long time, just as Isaac's patience was about to run out, the door to the inner hall opened.
Several men, their faces pale and somewhat weak, greeted him with smiles. Isaac looked at their faces, sensing something was amiss. Once inside the hall, he kept catching a strange smell, but he couldn't quite place it…
Isaac frowned, staring at the men, and asked疑惑地问道:"何都见帕子脸叔都没见了."
The men paused, then their faces showed regret and sorrow as they explained:
"Don't you know? He died a few years ago…"
Isaac was stunned. He exclaimed in shock, "He died?"
"Yes, an unfortunate incident, during a field expedition… He encountered a wild animal. You know, he wasn't good at fighting, and he was killed by the beast… By the time we arrived, his neck had already been broken…"
One man, his face filled with grief, squeezed out a few tears.
Isaac sighed and silently prayed, "May there be no wild beasts in the Kingdom of Heaven..."
After calming himself, Isaac got to the point, saying, "My coming-of-age ceremony is in a few days..."
"I will inherit my father's position then."
"At that time, I will fulfill my father's last wish and rule Canaan..."
"No!"
The burly man suddenly slammed his fist on the table.
Everyone was startled...
Isaac gave him a puzzled look.
Seeing this, the others quickly explained:
"Ahem...he means you can't rush...you have to take it slow..."
"You know, you're still young, and you're prone to impulsiveness..."
"You need more experience before you can take over Canaan's affairs..."
Isaac frowned, his golden pupils seemingly able to see through people's hearts. He asked in confusion:
"Experience?"
"Why do I feel like all of you are acting strangely?"
"Like...you're hiding something from me?"
The others exchanged glances and fell silent. Finally, one of them spoke:
"Isaac, you should go back first..."
"On your coming-of-age ceremony, we'll prepare everything for you..."
Isaac glanced at everyone.
Finally, his gaze fell upon the burly man. Pointing at him, he asked:
"Who is he?"
"I don't think I've ever seen him before..."
The others, seeing this, explained:
"He's new here, he moved in two years ago..."
"He used to be a formidable bronze warrior..."
"Now he's in charge of defending Canaan against wild beasts, escorting goods, and maintaining order..."
The burly man, with an arrogant air, didn't even glance at Isaac...as if he were the master of Canaan.
Hearing this, Isaac glanced at the burly man again, then turned and left.
As Isaac's footsteps faded into the distance, someone opened the door, watching Isaac's figure disappear into the twilight.
He then closed the door, carefully bolted it, and returned to the council chamber.
At this moment, they dropped all pretense...
"We can't let Isaac into the council chamber…"
"Furthermore, we can't let the Canaanites know that Isaac is going to seize power!"
"Otherwise…"
The group discussed this with grim expressions.
However, the burly man snorted coldly, interrupting the discussion. He said:
"I don't know what you're worried about!"
"That kid, at best, is only a Bronze Warrior. I can tell from his posture and aura…"
"As for me, I'm called a Bronze Warrior, but that's because I broke some rules, and the Hall of Heroes punished me."
"I'm at least a Silver Warrior…"
"He's no different from a chick in front of me!"
"If you ask me, the best way to solve this is—"
"Kill him!"
The group was utterly shocked by the burly man's words. They exclaimed in horror:
"Do you know what you're saying?"
"That's the son of a hero…"
"The son of a hero, does that make him a hero?"
"He just got a good father…"
"And if we kill him, then we'll have no obstacles in Canaan."
"People will only lament that it's another…" "A merciless beast attacked..."
The group hesitated for a moment, then asked one last question:
"What about that old codger?"
"He's a Golden Warrior..."
"Aren't you afraid of his revenge?"
The burly man smiled menacingly and countered:
"Do you know how old he is?"
"That old codger is already seventy!"
"How much of his strength from twenty years ago can he still muster?"
Then, as everyone fell silent, the burly man finally said: "Either…Isaac ascends to the throne, discovers what we've done, and cuts off our heads…"
"Or, cut off his head!"
"Once and for all, we become kings of Canaan…"
"And…I can tell you a secret…"
"Behind me…"
"I also have a golden warrior backing me…"
The crowd pondered for a long time, finally gritting their teeth, slamming their fists on the table, and roaring:
"Let's do it!"
At that moment, a cabinet door suddenly opened.
A prostitute, unconscious.
Lying on the ground, blood spreading…
...
Shiaga learned baking techniques from her mistress Sarah…
and displayed a talent far beyond ordinary people.
The cakes she quickly made even surprised Sarah, who praised them.
Because of this special skill, and her beautiful, fair appearance…
Some Canaanites, disregarding Hiacha's muteness, even attempted to propose marriage, hoping to win the hand of this mute cake princess. However, Hiacha resolutely rejected all the suitors…whether they were wealthy men with orchards or handsome hunters…
Hiacha's matriarch, Sarah, spoke on her behalf:
"I am from the house of Ara. Since being rescued that night, I have sworn to serve the Messiah for all eternity and never marry…"
Meanwhile, some men, unable to obtain her, sourly spread rumors:
She is the Messiah's woman, God's woman, but not a mortal's wife…
However, these rumors only fueled the men's deeper interest…
Who wouldn't want to conquer a chaste and virtuous woman?
Upon returning home, Isaac received a honey cake made by his sister Hiacha.
Sweet and soft, just like the taste of his childhood...
Instantly, all of Isaac's weariness and displeasure from the day vanished...
Evening had fallen.
After the family gathering, Sarah, as usual, inquired about her son's day. When he mentioned the council chamber, Sarah frowned. She said, "I feel Canaan is different than before..."
"I have a feeling they aren't good people. You must be careful..."
"I lost my husband; I can't lose my son too..."
Sarah was over forty. Even though she also possessed the [Breath of the Purple Robe], wrinkles and gray hairs were beginning to appear.
She looked lovingly at her son, watching him eat the cake bite by bite...
And then watched him walk away from her, step by step.
That night.
Several dark figures appeared outside the window...
The bright moon hung high.
The howl of wolves echoed in the distance...
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