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Chapter 4671

Slap!

Just as the sound rang through the air, a figure slinked in mysteriously with a sly

expression.

It was Jarian.

At the sight of Cranos dead on the floor, Jarian rushed forward and congratulated Yarl with

a gleeful expression. "Good job, Young Master! I knew you'd succeed." "Cut the crap," Yarl

said expressionlessly. "Hurry and clean up for me."

Jarian hummed and dragged Cranos to the mat with Yarl's help. They wiped the blood off

the corner of his mouth and covered the bloodstains on his clothes to make it seem like he

had died a sudden death.

Then, Jarian strode out of the tent to call for the elders, as instructed by Yarl.

Not long after that, a few elders rushed to the tent.

When the elders entered the tent and saw what was before them, they came to a halt.

They were taken aback.

The elders could see Cranos sitting on the mat, and his eyes were shut. He was not

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breathing.

Next to him, Yarl looked sorrowful.

"What happened?" "Sir Cranos is dead?" "Hasn't he been fine? How did that-"

A few seconds later, the elders returned to their senses in waves of shock and confusion.

Whew!

Yarl strode forward with an expression of great grief. He said slowly,"

Uncle's dead, everyone. His internal energy had been incredibly disrupted from holding

down the poison for His Excellency. He had to do it again before we set up camp and

accidentally came into contact with some of the poison. It was already too late when I

discovered him- "Those bloody South Cloud Royals are to blame for this. Uncle died such

an unfair death."

Yarl had tears flowing down his cheeks as the final word reverberated across the air.

Yarl was a wise man who understood that faking a sudden death would necessitate a

scapegoat to blame. The South Cloud Royals were ideal for the job.

What?

At the words, the elders' chests ached with rage.

"Sir..." "Those f*cking South Cloud Royals. First, they harmed the Fiend Martyr, and now

they've harmed Sir Cranos." "We'll have to make them pay for this eventually."

The elders were filled with rage and indignance, and no one suspected Yarl.

Yarl's initial worries disappeared instantly, replaced with unspeakable glee and

excitement.

Cranos was dead, and he would be next in line to take his place.

Despite the excitement in his chest, Yarl pretended to express great sorrow and

heartbreak. He called out to Cranos' dead body. "Don't worry, Uncle! One day, I will take

down the South Cloud Royals with the Blancs and avenge you."

The elders nodded in agreement.

"That's right; we can't let him die in vain." "We must get our revenge."

He noticed that it was the right time, so Jarian strode out quickly to speak after a long

silence. He got down onto his knees in front of Yarl. "This clan can't run without a ruler.

You're the best candidate, Master Yarl. There's no one more fit to take Sir Cranos' place

than you. At your service, Sir Yarl."

The other elders got down onto their knees without hesitation as they called out in

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acknowledgment.

"At your service, Sir Yarl!"

It was indeed true that only Yarl was fit to take Sir Cranos' place in the entire Blanc clan.

Yarl's chest bloomed with joy. Yet, he retained his sorrowful expression, waving a hand.

"Please get up, all of you! I think I'm far from worthy of that title, but since you're all so

insistent, I think I'll just have to go along with it."

Yarl cast a glance at Cranos' dead body. "What matters most now is taking care of Uncle's

affairs. Then, we'll have to think of a way to get a boat as quickly as possible and search

for an island off-shore." "Yes, Sir."

The elders called out in acknowledgment.

The following day, the members sent to Coral Lane returned, having successfully

purchased a few big boats. Yarl was delighted, ordering everyone onto the boat

immediately and setting out into the ocean.

Yarl stood on the bow deck, feeling the sea breeze with a content expression.

Not long after that, Jarian strode forward quickly, unable to hide the worry in his

expression. "Bad news, Sir. The Fiend Martyr is awake."

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