Big Capitalist

Chapter 675 Another Empire, Another Nobility

Upon hearing King Orinth's words, Kelvin Rhodes grinned once more, a hint of pride in his smile, and said, "I don't know much. The Ancient God Cult is interested in my alchemy skills. However, I do know that there is a traitor at the heart of the Dawn Empire's power, and I suspect it's a member of the royal family."

When Orinth heard this, his expression suddenly changed, shock and anger flashed in his eyes, and his body trembled slightly.

At the bottom of the prison, Kelvin Rhodes continued to explain many things about the Ancient God Cult and the War God's blood experiments.

His voice was hoarse, and in the dim light, his expression looked particularly strange.

"The person who secretly contacted me in the Dawn Empire was extremely secretive and mysterious. I also spent a lot of effort to investigate privately, but I couldn't find any clues. He was extremely cautious and always passed on information through extremely secret channels, never showing his face."

After a pause, he raised his head, a gleam in his eyes, and continued: "But maybe you can start with this person."

A few days later, in the magnificent palace, Merlin couldn't help but exclaimed after hearing a name: "Count Pruk?"

Arthur, who had recovered at this time, was wrapped in bandages and wore a golden crown on his head that was gleaming with light and was used to restore his soul and mental strength.

He nodded slightly and said, "Indeed, it was Count Prucker who had been providing Kelvin Rhodes with what he needed for human experiments. Whether it was the experimental materials or the various bizarre instruments, they were all secretly provided by him."

"Count Pruker?" Merlin tried to recall. He remembered that the earl's territory seemed to be right next to his own.

The Earldom of Leo is located at the border of the Dawn Empire and the Turing Empire, and Count Prucker, as a neighbor of the Leo family, was specially arranged by the Turing Empire to monitor the Leo family's every move.

Arthur's expression was solemn as he slowly said, "Things are becoming increasingly complicated. Other countries are involved in this. I really don't know if this matter is related to the Turing Empire's royal family."

Merlin frowned and said, "Regardless of whether they are related or not, colluding with the Ancient God Cult is a serious crime and is absolutely not allowed in the entire Aize Continent. Isn't the most important thing now to quickly control Count Pruk?"

Arthur shook his head helplessly when he heard Merlin's words and whispered, "Earl Prucker's family has been wiped out. As for who the murderer is, you know him."

"I know him too?" Merlin looked puzzled, and his mind quickly thought of possible candidates.

"It's Sigma Prucker!" Arthur slowly uttered the name.

"Sigma? Him? Rat man?!" Merlin's eyes widened in shock.

He suddenly remembered the guy who used to jump up and down in front of him, trying hard to make his presence felt.

He almost forgot that Sigma was from the Pruk family.

But why is this?

Merlin would never believe that Sigmar was a follower of the Ancient Gods.

How could a follower of the Ancient God Cult jump around in front of me all day long, and act so obviously?

Sigma is also a little silly and cute. Although he is a little ugly, he is not a bad person. He used to work several jobs honestly in his own industry. He even got a small management position by being in the same class as me. Although he is occasionally clumsy when working, his attitude is sincere.

Suddenly, Merlin's expression froze, and an idea flashed through his mind.

He discovered that the followers of the Ancient God Cult seemed to really like to mess around in front of him and were also keen on working in factories.

But that’s not right. If that were the case, and if Sigmar was a follower of the Ancient Gods, how could he have wiped out his entire family?

What secret is hidden in this?

"Wait a minute, my brain is a bit overwhelmed!" Merlin felt that his brain was like a tangled mess, with various clues intertwined together, making him unable to make sense of it for a while and falling into deep confusion.

A few days ago——

An ox cart was moving slowly on the wide stone road, its wheels rolling and making a rhythmic "gurgling" sound.

The road is lined with lush trees, whose branches and leaves sway gently in the breeze, casting patches of mottled light and shadow.

As the ox cart moved forward, a quiet and peaceful ancient western town gradually came into view.

This town seems to have stepped out of a painting, exuding a unique charm.

The town is surrounded by tall and thick city walls. The stone bricks on the walls have been polished over the years but are still as solid as ever, demonstrating the vicissitudes and heritage of the town.

The city gates were wide open, and there was a constant stream of people coming in and out, making the scene extremely lively.

Walking into the town, I saw that the streets were wide and clean, paved with flat stone slabs.

There are all kinds of shops on both sides of the street, including grocery stores selling exquisite handicrafts, bakeries with fragrant aromas, and clothing stores filled with all kinds of gorgeous clothing.

The store is filled with a dazzling array of merchandise.

On the ox cart, Sigma lay comfortably on the golden haystack with his simple luggage beside him.

Although he was dressed in simple clothes, his unique temperament could not be concealed.

At this moment, he was looking at the surrounding scenery with great interest, his eyes full of nostalgia and emotion.

The Plague Lord's voice rang out in Sigmar's mind: "Is this your hometown? What a nice city."

Sigma's mouth curled up slightly, and he nodded and said, "Yes, this is my hometown, the Earldom of Pruk. I haven't been back for many years, and I didn't expect that this place has changed so much. It looks very prosperous. My father is really good at governing the territory."

The town is prosperous.

At the market, the hawkers' cries of hawking could be heard one after another, and people were walking around with happy smiles on their faces.

The children were laughing and playing in the crowd, holding the candies they had just bought in their hands, and their innocent laughter was as clear and sweet as silver bells.

The old people sat on the benches on the street, basking in the sun and chatting leisurely, their faces full of happiness and satisfaction.

Street performers were performing acrobatics, and their wonderful skills attracted passers-by to stop and watch, with bursts of cheers coming from time to time.

The whole town is full of vitality and vigor, like a warm and beautiful picture of life.

When the Lord of Plague heard Sigmar say this, a strange smile appeared on his lips, but he did not refute.

Sigmar was immersed in the joy of his hometown and did not notice the strangeness of the Lord of Plague.

Logically speaking, an ancient god like the Lord of Plague should be extremely disgusted by such a scene full of vitality and happiness.

Just like when he was in the Arcane City, the Lord of Plague was so disgusted by the happy people that he wanted to vomit, but now he is full of praise for Earl Pruk.