After leaving Alkmaar's manor, Donning returned to his apartment. A person came to his mind. That was a good person. A good person didn't need to be buried with the wicked. He immediately wrote a letter and had someone send it out.
Lucas comforted his sad sister. "Don't worry, Mace. Just wait for a while. After the storm passes, Donning will definitely marry you. Now you just need to sleep."
Mace came back from the manor. She didn't see Alkmaar. She was stopped by Luke at the door. Naturally, her request was not allowed. For this, she was sad all day. Under Lucas' comfort, she lay on the bed, thinking about that cheap woman Taylor who provoked her. In any case, she had to kill this damn bitch to vent her anger and eliminate the only variable that could take Donning away from her. Only then could she feel more at ease during this waiting period.
After coming out of his sister's bedroom, Lucas received an envelope brought in by a servant. It was an invitation to go hunting. The name Donning was written on it. It had been many days since he went out to get some fresh air. Now his injuries were all healed. He was suffocated. He immediately secretly took his bow and went out, heading for the edge of Elvin Forest.
After Lucas left, it was already late at night. There were no pedestrians on the street. No one in the rich area was willing to come out at this time. However, a carriage was parked in a hidden place nearby. Donning sat in the carriage and looked at that familiar apartment.
Soon that apartment was on fire. Donning watched the fire devour everything. A sinister smile appeared on his face. His belief was that evil people must be punished.
The next day, the fire quickly had a result. Only Lucas survived. He was heartbroken. But no one in the Alkmaar family cared. Instead, people happily talked about this matter. They said that it was God's punishment. Punishing the people of the Alkmaar family. This was retribution. Some even complained why it wasn't Alkmaar himself who was burned to death.
The rumor about Donning was self-defeating. No one believed anymore that the person who acquired the Alkmaar family's business would marry the ice beauty of the Alkmaar family. The business would not be affected at all.
Font had already prepared to quickly take over the share of the Alkmaar family's business. But soon someone told this smart young man this piece of information.
Font was dumbfounded. In any case, he didn't expect this rumor to be resolved so easily. In order to save his business, Alkmaar did not hesitate to sacrifice a capable assistant of his family.
"Wait. I have to think of a clever plan to make the damn Donning give up the business in his hands." Font scratched his hair. But in a short time, he had no good idea. "Damn Donning. I will definitely find your weakness. In the end, the loser will be you. Just wait and see."
Until late at night, Font still had no good idea. It seemed that this former ally was impeccable. In this case, he had to use some despicable and dirty means.
And the sources of those businesses were all at the Golden Coast port. He had to take the others and go there. Coming out of the apartment, Font took all his followers and immediately got on the carriage heading to the Golden Coast port.
The vehicle galloped in the darkness. The cold wind was howling. The stars above his head filled the sky. It was rare to see stars in winter. On the way from Blot City to the Golden Coast, one had to pass through a desolate wilderness. There were only wild beasts in the wilderness. Even those merchants traveling between the Golden Coast and Blot City would not easily choose to travel at night unless there was an urgent matter and they had to take risks.
The cold wind drilled in through the window and lifted the corner of his clothes. He shivered. Font looked down at the turned-up corner of his windbreaker. He noticed that there seemed to be a faint light in his bosom.
He couldn't help being stunned. Font opened his windbreaker and saw the source of the light in his bosom. It was a crystal ball. A crystal ball that indicated supernatural power.
In this wilderness, when the crystal ball lit up, it meant that there was an unfamiliar possessor of supernatural power approaching. He took the crystal ball out of his bosom and put it in his hand. The crystal ball was colorful and gorgeous. Dark red indicated a wizard. Silver white meant a paladin. Purple represented an alchemist. Yellow symbolized a mage. Four colors appeared on the crystal ball at the same time, which meant there were four different possessors of supernatural power.
"It's Alkmaar's ultimate revenge because his title was deprived." Font put the crystal ball back into his bosom. Took out a piece of paper from his pocket and folded it into a pigeon. Held the paper pigeon and stretched it out from the carriage window. A burst of colorful starlight fell on the folded paper.
The origami seemed to have life. Flapped its wings and broke away from Font's palm and flew into the starry sky. Looking at the gradually disappearing paper pigeon, Font smiled triumphantly. "Go. Notify my helpers and let them come as soon as possible."
When the origami disappeared, Font got out of the carriage and stood on the roof of the carriage. The cold wind was like a sharp sword rubbing against his skin. The windbreaker fluttered and made a gurgling sound. The bumpy carriage rose and fell. But the person on the roof seemed to be a part of the carriage and stood firmly. He looked through the deep night and saw those figures approaching rapidly like ghosts in the distance.
Taking off the hat on his head, Font's whole body was emitting dazzling fire. The flames were madly burning the young man's body, illuminating the surroundings of the carriage. His flesh and blood disappeared and turned into a terrifying skeleton. He let out a shrill laugh that resounded through the wilderness. After being frightened, the horses neighed and ran wildly, splashing many stones on the ground.
Soon someone in the several carriages behind responded. Came out and stood on the roof of the carriage. The roofs of more than a dozen carriages galloping on the wilderness were full of people. The ghost-like figures chasing closely from behind were constantly closing the distance.
When the distance became closer, the figures of the ghost pursuers became clearer. It was a special carriage. The six horses pulling the carriage were all flashing with dark red light. Those horses had no flesh and blood. Only skeletons. A ghost carriage from hell. It didn't run on the ground like an ordinary carriage. Instead, it flew close to the ground.
The carriage body was a bit damaged. It seemed that it would fall apart at any time during the rapid gallop. But that was just an illusion. The ghost carriage from hell would never fall apart. Their sturdiness surpassed all worldly ordinary things.
Ordinary nags encountered the ghost horses from hell. They felt fear in their hearts. The legs of the horses became weak. They swung their heads wildly and wanted to break free from the restraint of the reins and quickly escape from here. This made the speed of Font's carriage begin to slow down.
When the distance was close enough, Font chanted witchcraft incantations in a low voice. The panicked horses finally calmed down and moved forward according to the normal trajectory. Looking at those good helpers on the carriage following behind, he gave an order. "Walden, it's your turn. Are your rare things really as powerful as you said? We'll wait and see."
Walden, an engineer. This was a special profession. As long as it was related to mechanical manufacturing, it had to be designed by these people. Of course, in addition to civilian use, they also invented some items to attack enemies. Although they were not possessors of supernatural power, due to the terrifying weapon inventions of engineers, they even had the strength to surpass some low-level possessors of supernatural power. So they were finally classified within the category of possessors of supernatural power.
Short and stocky, with two small mustaches, Walden stood on the roof of the carriage. Looking back at the young master who gave the order, he responded in a loud voice. "Then open your eyes wide and see how those damn opponents fall off the carriage."
The short man bent down and picked up a black stick from beside him. Filled some powder and a handful of pellets into the black stick. Held the black stick and put on specially made goggles. The special design of the goggles could improve his night vision several times.
"Bang"
The sound resounded through the wilderness. Walden's body trembled with the sound.
There were more than a dozen possessors of supernatural power sitting on the ghost carriage in the rear. They had different occupations and different badge levels. They were all possessors of supernatural power who depended on the Alkmaar family for survival. With Alkmaar using money to settle the constraints from the Holy See for them, they could freely use and study to enhance supernatural power.
After the sound, a wizard with an iron crow badge on the ghost carriage still didn't understand what had happened. His head exploded like a watermelon and fell off the galloping carriage.
The rest of the people on the ghost carriage were shocked. They had never seen such a thing before. A distance of thirty meters caused a possessor of supernatural power to die. It was really terrifying. What was even more unbelievable was that no one could tell what kind of supernatural power was fatal.
At first, engineers were classified as possessors of supernatural power and monitored by the Holy See. The other possessors of supernatural power didn't take it seriously. They thought it was an insult to their group of possessors of supernatural power. After all, engineers themselves were just ordinary people. So no possessor of supernatural power understood this peculiar profession. Naturally, no one understood it now.
But Font was smart enough. He thought that engineers could enter the group of possessors of supernatural power and must be useful. So he kept Walden and provided financial support for his inventions. Hoping that one day it would be useful.
Walden saw someone fall off the ghost carriage in the rear. He proudly looked at the other possessors of supernatural power traveling with him and blew the smoke coming out of the head of the black stick with his mouth. "See? Those who underestimate engineers will pay a painful price."
Those possessors of supernatural power who originally had prejudices against engineer Walden immediately abandoned their previous prejudices and began to flatter one after another. Someone asked, "Walden, what's this called?"
"Firearm..." Walden answered confidently while reloading the pills.