Meanwhile, Trayvon was resting in the palace. Yet, suddenly, the Grand Elder was seen rushing over in a hurry.
"Bad news, King Dressler! We received a report. The crown prince was taken away!"
The Grand Elder could barely conceal his anxiety.
The second Trayvon heard those words, he rose to his feet.
"Who did that? Some nerve they have to lay a finger on my son!" he fumed, his visage livid.
"I heard that it was a bunch of foreigners who stepped in Equatoria Isle not too long ago."
"Quick! Gather our men. How dare they touch my son when they're on my territory! They must be tired of living!"
An overwhelming murderous intent was emanating from Trayvon as he passed the order down.
After all, the Dressler family had always reigned supremacy in Equatoria Isle. So far, there hadn't been a single soul who had had the audacity to challenge them.
