Without a special pass authorized by the local authorities, there was no chance of getting close to the pyramid, let alone entering it. Even with a pass, they could only enter under the guise of archaeological research."Yzil, you're so capable! Honestly, I was just thinking about this problem earlier," one of the team members eagerly complimented him.This exchange highlighted Yzil's influence and network in the area."Unlike some people born with a silver spoon in their mouth, claiming titles like 'King of the North' or 'Chief Commander of Military Theater,' I had to build everything myself! But hey, I do know a few people," Yzil said smugly.Not long after, Xayne and Aava finished their lunch. Spotting Yzil and his team at a small diner across the street, Aava grabbed Xayne's arm and led him over to join them."Yzil, what's the plan for the rest of the day?" Aava asked, turning to Yzil."To find Spencer, we need to eliminate possibilities systematically. And to do that, we nee

Yzil patted Xayne on the shoulder twice, offering a pointed reminder before walking off with his drink to toast Mapen.The message was clear. If they wanted access to the pyramid and any hope of tracking down Spencer, Xayne would have to drop the attitude and play along, buttering up Mapen.Xayne, however, merely glanced at Yzil with calm indifference, saying nothing. It didn't matter whether Xayne was still the "King of the North." As the Dracolord of Dracarium, he had no need to grovel. A single phone call and Mapen would be on his knees.Meanwhile, a boisterous group was raising glasses in the private room next door. At the head of the table sat a young man, oozing arrogance as he lounged with a few scantily-clad models draped over him. These weren't local women either; each one was a stunning Eukranian beauty, with their glamorous features and shapely figures practically spilling out of the crowded space. With one arm wrapped around a model's shoulder and the other holding a dri

The young man shot a cold look at the bodyguard and sneered, "Such loyalty and bravery. Fine. Someone, bring in ten cases of wine. Let him drink as much as he wants!""No! Young Master, I'll drink it!" Gordon stepped forward, taking the beer glass from the table.Just as his fingers touched the glass, the young man sprang to his feet. His hand lashed out, landing a hard slap on the bodyguard's face."Who the hell do you think you are? Drinking in place of Gordon? What's next, eating his meals for him too?" The young man grabbed the bodyguard by the collar, yanked him close, and pulled out a handgun, pressing the barrel firmly against the man's temple."Please, Young Master, calm down! It's my fault he acted so rashly. Let me take responsibility on his behalf," Gordon said quickly, his voice calm but resolute. Without hesitation, Gordon pinched his nose and downed the glass of beer.A burning sensation seared through his stomach as the alcohol hit him hard.He clenched his teeth,

If they dare make a move, the Egenda's Elder of National Defense won't just sit back and watch. Egenda was still a sovereign nation.At the forefront of the standoff, a soldier bearing the stars of a general on his shoulders stepped forward, his voice sharp as he drew his pistol and pointed it at Yzil and the others and furiously shouted, "Who's in charge here?"Mapen raised a hand, motioning for the officer to stand down. He then turned his gaze toward Xayne, blood still trickling down his temple, and said. "Mr. Xayne, I'm going to need an explanation for what happened today. You can't just leave me bleeding like this and call it even.""Mr. Xayne, it's time to figure this out. We're well past the point of talking this through with a few words," Mapen added, his tone colder now.Yzil, unbothered by the tension, sat off to the side, shrugging as he said nonchalantly, "This isn't my problem. You all figure it out yourselves."Xayne met Mapen's gaze, calm and unyielding.At that mo

Xayne was fearless, daring to offend anyone."Xayne! Do you even realize who you're dealing with? How dare you show such disrespect to the Elder of National Defense of Egenda? Just for that, we could kill you, and even Drakonia wouldn't demand justice!" Mapen furiously shouted. Xayne's arrogance was beyond belief, and even with Janko present, he remained brazen.Janko raised a hand, signaling Mapen to stand down. His sharp, calculating gaze locked onto Xayne. "Xayne, the King of the North of Drakonia, a Celestial Dracarium Commander. Do you think that makes you invincible in this world?" Janko said, his tone cold and condescending.With a flicker of disdain in his voice, he continued, "Today, I'll broaden your horizons. I'll show you just how vast this world truly is."His gaze shifted to the dining table, and with a subtle motion of his hand, a knife lifted off the table. The blade shot through the air and embedded itself into the nearby wall, sinking nearly three inches deep.Ja