Origin Paradise!

A sharp, piercing sensation of death shot through the back of his head. The bodyguard turned and slashed horizontally, but the blade only cut through the afterimage.

puff!

The humanoid blood shadow disappeared without a trace, and a hand chop pierced the heart of the bodyguard from behind.

The more intact and fresh a corpse is, the stronger its vitality.

Jiang He absorbed his heart's blood countless times, raising his ultimate-level blood poison to LV12.

Margaret slid off her seat, her face pale, gasping for breath, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Si Ning approached, lowered her head and smiled, "You shouldn't have taken the initiative. Such a commotion didn't attract anyone. Let me guess what it is."

Jiang He put away the body of his personal guard, casually flicked the blood off his hands, then walked to the side, took out some dragon blood wine, and sipped it.

From the queen's perspective, she did not want too many people to know about the coffin's existence, nor did she want to leave this threat behind. Therefore, she chose to take action. However, since she chose to resolve the issue violently, it meant that all the potential troubles that might arise during the process had been dealt with properly.

No idlers will pass by, no sound will be heard, and no courtiers will make requests.

The two realized this as soon as the bodyguards stepped forward, and their original plan for equal cooperation was immediately nullified, with the queen personally handing over the opportunity.

“A Grade B treasure… Silent Waves.” Margaret swallowed nervously. “He usually likes me to shout, but he doesn’t want the guards to hear.”

Si Ning snatched the sapphire ring from the other person's finger, then turned to look at the person walking towards her.

"Sound travels through vibrations."

"You can spread it however you want, but you have to give me the stuff."

"What?! It should be split at least 30/70!"

"I killed both of them."

"Yeah, you had your fun killing, so the spoils should be mine."

Jiang He snatched the fine-grade gem ring from the other party and gave it to Wu He, who was infiltrating to investigate. For a player who likes to carry out underhanded assassinations, this silent treasure is very useful.

Margaret glanced at Chesia, who was sulking alone, and the masked man who had seized the treasure, and tentatively said, "My dowry is very generous, but it's only enough for one person..."

Suddenly, Jiang He reached out and pulled him off the chair, slamming him to the ground. She lowered her eyes and said coldly, "Don't do it again."

Si Ning looked at the Queen in surprise. What made this woman think that a fine item was worth turning them against each other? It should be an S-class treasure that could decisively improve their current situation.

Queen Margaret fell to the ground, her delicate skin scraped and bleeding. She looked at the two men in horror. Although reason told her that she would not die tonight, these two men did not seem like people she could communicate with in a friendly manner.

puff!

Jiang He pierced the Queen's shoulder with one finger, and the supreme-grade blood poison was poured into her body in the form of a small withered sword finger. The potent poison would erupt at any time, and the dosage and extent were completely controllable.

"A titled knight could probably easily eliminate this poison, but unfortunately, you're not even a trainee knight, so you can't withstand the golden energy entering your body. In any case, taste it first."

Jiang He stood up, and in an instant, a trace of extremely thin poison burst out from the wound. The queen was like a live fish that had been chopped several times on a chopping board. She began to frantically practice half sit-ups on the ground, and her almost popped eyeballs ruined her originally charming beauty.

"I will cut you into a thousand pieces... I will kill... you all!"

"You bitch...two bitches!"

"what!!"

Si Ning chuckled, "As expected of a young lady from a noble family, her offensive capabilities are so weak."

The night is quiet.

In just a quarter of an hour, the queen stared blankly at the night sky like a dead fish, her magnificent palace dress already soaked with sweat.

Jiang He helped him to a seat and, unusually, comforted him, saying, "If you had just listened to me from the beginning, there wouldn't have been so much trouble tonight."

"Hmph." The Queen snorted softly, her eyes red.

"I'm giving you face."

"what!!"

Another half-hour of agonizing wailing ensued.

Si Ning spoke up to stop this time, "Let's stop here. She might not be able to withstand the next round, and almost half an hour has passed. This guy's setup might not last much longer."

The queen usually has no fewer than a hundred personal servants and guards, and it is only possible to temporarily send them away under a reasonable pretext.

Behind Jiang He, a pool of flame appeared on the ground, and A Si walked out from it.

"I'm entrusting the Queen to you. Report everything to Wuhe, down to the smallest detail: what she eats, what she uses, who she talks to, and even how many words she says. She'll definitely try to get herself killed. Keep an eye on any secret messages in the notes or letters."

"clear."

Margaret grew increasingly desperate as she listened.

Si Ning comforted her, saying, "You are the rightful queen, and we are both your subjects. We have chosen the three-year-old Ninth Prince as our heir. He is young, so when he becomes regent, you will enjoy immense prestige both inside and outside the court."

Margaret stubbornly raised her head. "The Ninth Prince is twelfth in the line of succession. For him to ascend the throne, the King's approval and appointment are essential. Secondly, the first, second, and third princes born of the legitimate wife must all die. Also, Princess Eleanor, who is also born of a moon elf, is ahead of the Ninth Prince in the line of succession."

Si Ning patted her shoulder, "The First Prince's body is already cold. The succession of the King is in your hands. We'll deal with the other heirs, especially that Eleanor. Everyone knows she doesn't like me, so you can rest assured."

"Perhaps," Margaret said, bowing her head.

……

The inner city of the royal capital, a castle.

The atmosphere in the second prince's bedroom was deathly still.

The ministers remained silent. Although the prince promised that everyone could leave, no one took it seriously. Given the risk of leaks, anyone who left such a momentous event as reform would become an enemy of the entire group and face certain death.

Boom boom boom!

The third vice-commander of the Royal Knights, responsible for the security of the Red Keep, entered and whispered in the prince's ear.

"...Annor Yeruvich, upon entering the capital today, has been promoted to captain of the first garrison team..."

"...The killer of Lord Johnny went straight to the armory, and no clear motive was found..."

"...There are no traces of large-scale transportation in the southeastern part of the inner city..."

"...Princess Chesia and the First Captain met with the Queen...The Privy Council approved an appointment, appointing Anor as Deputy Governor of the Royal Treasury and Minister of the Rose Garden Guard..."

The second prince lowered his head and pondered. The Royal Treasury is the treasure vault of the royal family, and it is managed by the Grand Master of the Royal Capital Knights, a peak-level knight. The Grand Master's family is loyal only to the king, and the king himself must be present to open the Royal Treasury. Inside, there are not only several A-grade treasures, but also an S-grade treasure that has been passed down for hundreds of years by the royal family—Storm, which is equivalent to the Dejouk family's Thousand Thunder.

"It seems my sister Cecia, like Eleanor, is unwilling to be subordinate to others," the Second Prince said grimly. To appoint the Deputy Governor of the Royal Treasury, even the Queen would have to pull out all the stops; this was no longer a simple exchange of interests, but an alliance.

The third vice-captain respectfully said, "Your Highness, should anything happen to the Red Keep, the captain will surely abide by the royal family's ancestral precepts to guard the treasury. My two colleagues and I are willing to support you at any cost. Two thousand construct knights await your command."

Of the three most elite knightly orders in the capital, the Storm Knights are stationed outside the city, the Red Rose Knights are stationed inside and outside the city, and the Capital Knights are stationed in the Red Keep to protect the king.

Each knightly order has one captain and three deputies, totaling four commanders, with the captain always being a Grand Knight at the peak of his power.

"This is the best news I've heard tonight." The Second Prince gestured for the Vice Commander to sit down, then looked around at everyone and said, "The Royal Guard and Storm teams can be ignored for now. The Commander of the Royal Capital will have responsibilities at hand, and I plan to go to the Red Rose Knights' headquarters personally."

"Your Highness, Red Rose has a fiery temper; this action is somewhat dangerous."

“She is His Majesty’s lover. Last year, His Majesty officially recognized Princess Eleanor as his legitimate daughter, which may give Red Rose the wrong impression.”

"Does the Red Rose really dare to kill a royal bloodline? Even if she is the sister of that moon elf, she doesn't have that unparalleled beauty. His Majesty now has Margaret."

Everyone was talking about it.

The second prince looked at his most trusted advisor.

"Black Marquis, what do you think?"

Beside the fireplace, a man shrouded in a cloak said, "Your Highness, it is true that Red Rose was His Majesty's lover, but the whole thing was forced. Red Rose left the foreign city-state to find the Queen, and His Majesty was overjoyed upon seeing her, which is why Princess Eleanor was born."

“Normally, Red Rose should hate His Majesty, but I think her feelings must be very complicated. After all, His Majesty is the father of her daughter. I don’t think it’s wise to place such an important matter on the emotions of a woman.”

"Personally, I think we can give a slight hint and issue some combat missions to keep Red Rose away from the capital. Her inner turmoil will make her drift with the tide. We don't lack her combat power, and we can't let her become a problem. Let this lover get lost in her own emotions. By the time she makes up her mind, everything will have been settled."

Without any hesitation, the second prince said, "Then I'll do as you say."

The ministers each had their own thoughts, and His Highness's trust and reliance on the Marquis of Black had reached an unimaginable level.

"Gentlemen, since no one has left, the success or failure of the summer hunt hinges on this moment."

……

early morning.

Si Ning and Jiang He returned to the villa.

The arms theft and the lord's murder case from last night are still unresolved. After Viscount Norris, the head of the armory, confessed, the Vice Privy Councilor ordered his execution. The process was rushed and the procedures were hasty, and the matter was left unresolved.

The garrison commander's villa had a military style, with small doors and windows and dim lighting, making it look more like a warehouse or prison. There were no servants, butlers, or cooks.

“The Ninth Prince is being fostered at the Duke of Nachshire’s house. It will take two or three days to send him back. Would you like to go and pick him up?”

Si Ning lay on the sofa, holding a glass of freshly squeezed lemonade in one hand and sipping it. The long palace dress she had worn to make a grand entrance had long since been replaced with hunting clothes that allowed her to move around more easily.

The ninth prince was not in the capital, but in County Nach, west of the capital. Fostering was a courtly means of winning over subjects, and it gradually developed into a ritual. Generally, royal bloodlines fostered were not valued, and it was more like a statement from the royal family to loyal subjects.

"I'm busy," Jiang He replied.

Si Ning sat up lazily. "You're busy with personal matters when you have time to line your own pockets, right? If you're not going, I'm not going either."

Before Jiang He could speak, there was a knock on the door.

Si Ning lay back down and took out a book on beginner-level spiritual magic from her pouch.

Jiang He opened the door, where the vice president of the Royal Chamber of Commerce stood, and guards carried large wooden crates into the villa.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Excellency Anor. The materials sent by the Queen are all here."

"Nice to meet you." Jiang He shook hands with the other party. When he was a pirate, the Royal Merchant Guild was a key target.

The vice president didn't linger. Thanks to the Mad King's series of actions, the sensitivity of the nobles and merchants in the capital had greatly improved, and recently, the capital was clearly on the verge of a storm.

Jiang He inspected the goods one by one. He could now contact A Si through Dawn Intelligence and issue instructions to Queen Margaret. These large wooden boxes contained raw materials for Gray Horse Potion, with a total value of 800,000 gold coins. They could produce 8,000 finished products, basically covering all the corresponding inventory in the capital for a short period of time. Most importantly, it didn't cost a single copper coin.

"I smelled money."

Si Ning crawled off the sofa like a caterpillar, curling up and stretching as she went. She circled the large wooden box once, then looked up and said, "Why don't you make some Red Rose Potion while you're at it? I'll buy it with game currency."

“There must be a formula,” Jiang He said. He didn’t think that a rose potion formula could be circulating on the market. The Red and White Rose Breathing Technique was controlled by powerful forces. As long as the head of the family was of sound mind, he would know that such a fundamental thing should be held tightly in his hands.

Si Ning sat cross-legged on the spot, gently biting her fingers in deep thought. The red rose potion was usually distributed by royal elders, so getting the formula would be difficult, but not entirely impossible.

Jiang He brought the materials back to the room, where Lao Hei and Wu He were earnestly practicing various exercises to strengthen their bodies.

Compared to the Falcon Breathing Technique, the Wolf Breathing Technique, originating from the Wyatt family, is clearly more comprehensive, although the latter can also be maintained up to the peak Silver level.

During this period, with an ample supply of medicine, both Lao Hei and Wu He cultivated a second battle qi vortex. However, due to the lack of gluttony ability, they could not use resources at will, and their cultivation speed was limited to the limit of the normal range.

Jiang He didn't interrupt, and opened the boxes one by one to refine the potions, which he could basically digest after taking them.

The potions were quickly prepared, and a day passed in the blink of an eye.

[Hint: Your alchemy profession has been upgraded to Master Alchemist (the effects of refined products are increased by 30%)]

"Aspiring alchemy master? What is that?"

When the eight thousandth potion was completed, Jiang He relaxed and heard the Origin notification sound.

An alchemist is an alchemist, a master is a master, but a quasi-master alchemist sounds like a half-baked amateur.

Jiang He opened the prompt on the panel. The Origin Prompt was actually quite complex, but it was simplified to a basic and easy-to-understand statement.

[Note: This aspiring alchemist possesses exceptional experience and skill, but lacks innovation and signature products.]

Jiang He closed the panel; he didn't have time to research the secret formula from scratch.

The first dose of the medicine was poured down the throat. The extraordinary factors extracted, fused, and reshaped from the raw materials were perfectly matched with the Gray Horse Breathing Technique, greatly increasing the speed and frequency of breathing. The power of gluttony quickly drained the nutrients from the medicine.

Jiang He kept drinking the medicine, and a deep, rumbling sound like the tide resounded within his body, as if his blood was surging and flowing.

After all the potions were used up, just two days had passed, and the final, ninth battle aura vortex successfully appeared.

[Hint: Your energy level has been increased]

[Silver Energy: 6701→7201]

Chapter 307 Turmoil in the Capital

Explore the year 1600, August 16th.

The Kingdom of Stuart celebrates its summer hunting festival.

In the local traditional culture, this festival comes from the god of abundance, who showers the world with blessings such as grains, seeds, and wild animals, enabling humankind to survive on the earth. People devoutly believe in Him and demonstrate their bravery by hunting wild animals to appease the god.

"Of course, there are no gods in this world in the true sense. The world's energy level is far from sufficient to support life forms of that level. In the vast void, most living beings are prisoners of their own worlds."