"Young master!"

Outside the banquet hall doors.

The battle between Virel and Anya against Emilio was actually nearing its end.

Though Emilio was second to none as the Destruction God and a seasoned fighter, Anya and Virel were no pushovers either. Two against one, they eventually defeated him.

Now, Emilio's body was riddled with bullet holes and knife wounds.

As he was dying, he slowly lifted his head to see Sandro overpowering Ethan, yet he still managed a slight smile.

"Oh, Emilio, I'm sorry, I can't spare a hand. You'll just have to die begrudgingly, but I'll avenge you."

To this loyal subordinate, Sandro seemed to have no emotion, his words sounding casually indifferent.

At that moment, Anya and Virel's attack had already arrived.

They intended to shoot first but discovered their guns misfired, immediately switching to close combat.

Anya's dagger and Virel's prosthesis reached Sandro's face.

However, no harm was done; instead, someone in the banquet hall had their face pierced, and another had their neck kicked askew.

"It's useless. No matter how hard you try, you can't harm me."

Sandro completely ignored Anya and Virel's attack, continuing to exert force on Ethan's shoulder.

Blood had already pooled into a small puddle on the ground.

Ethan smiled.

He swung this punch with a smile.

"It's about time, Sandro, you should die now."

Ethan's words seemed inexplicable but immediately alerted Sandro.

He unleashed an unstoppable force from his entire body, even causing some in the banquet hall to explode and die.

He himself was enveloped in a black and red aura, the knife in his hand emitting a half-meter long black and gold glow. He intended to completely slash Ethan with one stroke.

But at that moment, Ethan's body suddenly erupted with a massive amount of dazzling light, accompanied by a grand holy chant.

Sandro's knife was directly repelled.

And the immense light transformed into a radiant, devout figure.

Saint Kuanti!

He awoke once more and came to Ethan's side, safeguarding him.

This was Ethan's first card.

Faced with the overwhelmingly powerful Saint Kuanti, Sandro was blown up by the fierce aura, glaring at Ethan and growling lowly, "So, it's you!"

"Yes, it's me."

Ethan said this as he reached the shattered banquet hall entrance, his radiant light shining on the crowd inside.

The people heard a commanding voice, "Look at me!"

This was Ethan's second card, the real, killer move!

——————

Time rewinds ten minutes earlier.

In the vast manor of the Shire family.

At this moment, it was already occupied by the guards brought by Solomon.

Sofia, who had been absent-mindedly painting in the garden, was also brought inside by the servants.

Though her father smiled and said it was nothing, just some business exchanges, she had never seen him bring business back home to handle.

At home, he always played the role of a good father, never talking about work, only life, art, and love.

This time was definitely unusual.

Especially since the officer looked excessively young, her father actually showed some hidden fear in his presence.

No matter how well he hid it, even personally making red tea for the guest.

When had her father ever made tea for anyone?

Not even the Governor received such hospitality from him, right?

Who exactly is this person...

Could it be that this time something will really happen to father?

No matter what, the door was closed, and the good soundproofing prevented her from hearing any sound from outside.

Ned sat opposite Solomon, pouring him a cup of tea.

"General, please have some tea. I heard you like pure tea, so I didn't add anything else."

"You certainly know me well."

Solomon smiled faintly, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and nodded.

"Good tea indeed."

"Thank you for the compliment." Ned also took a sip.

Solomon had already put down the teacup and said, "Ned, I've already given you face by having tea, so why don't you come with me now, okay? No need for meaningless resistance. Your daughter is at home; it's not a good look."

"General, I think there might be some misunderstanding here. I can completely explain. You know I've served the Kingdom for many years without any mistake..."

Ned still hadn't put down his teacup.

"Ned, I thought you were a smart person, but now it seems, maybe not. Do you think I came to find you without uncovering anything?"

Solomon squinted his eyes, showing no vestige of his previous calmness.

Ned still held the teacup as if it were his precarious fate.

He couldn't put it down.

His daughter was still upstairs; he couldn't let her live the rest of her life in panic and misery.

He recalled the words someone had said.

Two days ago.

He was still in his collection room looking at paintings —

In reality, he was praying to the great Goddess.

He knew Solomon had him in his sights, hoping to rid himself of this predicament.

However, he was well aware that once under Solomon's watch, few could escape.

This seemingly less than thirty-year-old young General, though others knew little of his background, Ned at his level had gleaned some of his identity.

Solomon was actually a figure from the ancient Kingdom founding and warfare times, once a key commander in the kingdom's precursor expedition forces.

It is said that were it not for his inherent dislike of politics, he might have even competed for the initial Kingdom Prime Minister roles.

Without directly engaging in politics, he has long lurked in the dark shadows, supporting the Kingdom Defense Bureau's greater scheme, silently eliminating every potential threat for the Kingdom.

Faced with such a person, even with Ned's seasoned experience, he had neither confidence nor plans.

He could only pray to the Goddess, hoping she could guide him a way.

Even if not, at least rescue his daughter.

But the Goddess did not respond.

Instead, an unfamiliar voice spoke behind him.

"I think I have a way to help you."

"Who are you?"

Ned turned around, somewhat startled, to find the other bathing in the Goddess's aura, no wonder he hadn't sensed him initially.

"I am naturally the Divine Envoy of the Goddess. She heard your pleas and sent me to assist you in overcoming this crisis."

Clad entirely in a black robe, Ned couldn't guess who the person was, especially with the pure aura he emitted.

Perhaps...

This truly was the Goddess's envoy?

"Great Divine Envoy, may I ask, what method has the Goddess provided to save me?"

"It's very simple..."

The figure laughed.

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