All Chapters of Rise of an emperor: The seventh prince: Chapter 61
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Chapter 61: Clue.
After the meeting with Earl Delvin Manchester, Arthur made his way to the base of the Black Dragon regiment.Nicholas already informed of his coming ahead of me time was waiting for him at the base gates."Welcome my lord." Nicholas greeted Prince Arthur with respect."How do you do Nicholas, how's everything?""Everything has been running smoothly your highness. Thanks to your generous sums." Nicholas replied with a smile on his face.By this time they had almost reached the command center of the base."And how's the spy doing?" Arthur asked.Nicholas straightened immediately. "Your Majesty, we've treated his wounds and provided him with good food and drinks, as you instructed. He's been given fresh clothing, plain but clean. I have also assigned a rotating guard to monitor him closely. So far, he hasn't made any sudden moves, but he's been quietly observing everything."Arthur gave a small nod of approval. "And the guards. Are they speaking to the prisoner regularly? Trying to bui
Chapter 62: The shadows within.
After Nicholas left, Arthur went to meet with his step brother Prince Erics to discuss with him, his findings from Nicholas.When Erics heard the news, he was damn angry."God damnit! Are those nobles of Mordor trying me or something!! Does the royal house of Tudor have no prestige any longer in it's own domain?"He even wanted to launch a surprise attack on Mordor to "teach them a little lesson" according to his words.But Arthur, the ever calm and sensible thinking human being he was tired all his possible best to calm him down.According to him, it was best to let one's enemies think they have the upper hand, that all was going well, only for them to receive a devastating blow from their opponents.It took him almost an hour to calm the already outraged Erics.Erics after calming down, decided to play according to Arthur's plans, as it was the only option left....................Sigh!"It's been over six weeks...six damn weeks," the first
Chapter 63: Only for a selected few.
Arthur was lost in his thoughts as he rode Destrier towards the Black Dragon regiment mercenary camp base.He was thinking about how to quickly finish the issues concerning the Crimson Shield gang at mordor as reports from this morning recorded at least 10 deaths, during the week.Soon he arrived at his destination.Once inside he saw all the members of the Black Dragon regiment standing at attention in front of the command tower, all of them, waiting for his arrival.He dismounts from his horse as Nicholas signalled to a nearby stable man to immediately tend to the prince's horse.Arthur then climbed on the mounted podium as he surveyed the crowd in front of him.His expression hardened as he began speaking, "All these while, I have been building up resources to train you all into a formidable force, one that would be feared greatly by all who hears about your reputation."He pauses...."I know that some of you have been tired of the ever rigorous trainings you have passed through a
Chapter 64: Encounter with the Crimson shield 1.
As the room stirred to life, men moved quickly toward the large posting board nailed to the far wall, eager to learn who they'd be working with. Jeffery Simmons walked briskly with the rest, weaving past his fellow recruits until he reached the front of the crowd. His eyes scanned the board, line by line, until his name finally appeared on the list, he was under Team 5.There were five names under the heading, including his.He quickly read through them: Royce Throne, Michael Vince, Carlos Santana, Rubby Martini, And lastly, himself, Jeffery Simmons.'A solid squad' he thought.He stepped away, just as a familiar voice called out from nearby, "Team 5! Over here."It was Rubby Martini, already standing by one of the wall near the exit. He had his arms folded and a confident smirk on his face.Jeffery approached, nodding. One by one, the others gathered. Micheal gave a casual nod as he tightened his gloves, while Carlos merely adjusted the strap on his utility belt and muttered a
Chapter 65: Encounter with the Crimson shield 2.
The two men hesitated, but they didn’t back down.One cracked his neck, flexing thick fingers with slow menace. The other grinned wide, revealing a row of yellowed teeth."Then come take us." the first man growled, spitting at Jeffery's boots.Jeffery exhaled, a short, focused breath. And then, his gaze sharpened like a drawn blade."On my command." he said. His voice was calm, but the command beneath it rang clear.And then he moved.There was no wasted motion. No hesitation. In the blink between one heartbeat and the next, Jeffery surged forward, his baton drawn from its holster in a blur of dark steel and motion. The first thug raised his fists, swinging wide with brute force, but Jeffery was already inside his guard. He ducked low, his boot sliding across the dust, and drove his shoulder hard into the man’s gut. A whoof of expelled breath burst from the thug as he stumbled backward.But Jeffery didn’t stop.In a single fluid sweep, he hooked the man’s legs out from under h
Chapter 66: Terrible discomfort
The Next Morning – Mordor civilian market.The scent of simmering barley tea mingled with the dusty morning air as merchants finished setting up their stalls. Beneath a patched canvas awning, three middle-aged men sat on crude wooden stools, sipping from steaming clay cups."Hey," one of them said, glancing around before leaning in. "Is it true? I heard two Crimson shield gangsters were arrested and in the middle of the market?""True as daylight," replied the second man, who lived a few streets away from the city's square. "I saw it myself. The ones in those matching outfits, I think they called themselves "the outlaws". These guys taught the Crimson gang a good lesson, took them down clean. No swords, no nobles, just mob sticks and their fists."The third man, older and a bit stockier, leaned forward with a grin. "You think that’s wild? I went to the city's jury this morning. Just to see if it was real.""You went?" the first man asked, eyebrows raised. "Why?" the second man a
Chapter 67: Crimson gang's retaliation 1.
The mid-day sun bore down on Mordor’s civilian market, casting long, jagged shadows between crowded merchant stalls and the weaving foot traffic of townsfolk. The square buzzed with life—children dashed between carts, chasing a half-deflated leather ball; vendors hawked their wares with booming voices, each trying to outshout the next; the scent of sizzling meat tangled with the earthy musk of old stone, sweat, and horse dung.And in the midst of it all stood Tyler.He wasn't lurking in an alley. Nor was he tucked away in some shady corner.He stood right there, in the center of the chaos, as if daring the sun itself to challenge him. Calm. Still. His arms folded across his chest, flanked by two silent lackeys trailing behind him.On the surface, he looked like any other weary traveler, dressed in plain leather armor, a sun-bleached brown cloak draped loosely over his shoulders, a dust-caked satchel hanging at his side. But the moment anyone’s gaze met his eyes, they knew.This
Chapter 68: Crimson gang's retaliation 2.
A silent hush fell over the market square.The moment of victory evaporated like mist under sunlight, replaced by a sickening silence."Micheal!" Jeffery shouted, eyes wide as his comrade crumpled to the ground. Blood trickled down from the side of Micheal’s head, and the clang of his baton echoed faintly as it hit the cobblestone.The rest of the team froze for half a second, instincts screaming between defense and checking on their fallen friend.From across the crowd, a figure stepped forward, calm, composed, and deliberate. He wasn’t running, he wasn’t hiding. He was walking straight into the center of the chaos like he owned it.Jeffery’s eyes locked on him. Tall, lean, wrapped in a travel-worn brown cloak with short-cropped hair and a confidence that didn’t belong to any street thug. But his face... unfamiliar. No record. No poster. No known gang leader that Jeffery Simmons had ever seen or encountered."Who the hell are you?" Jeffery called out, standing firm even as hi
Chapter 69: A devastating blow.
"Commander! Commander!! Emergency back up signal—civilian market!"The office door slammed open as a breathless officer in a smart uniform rushed inside, his boots leaving scuffed trails on the polished floor.Commander Keith’s eyes snapped up from the paperwork he was reviewing. His chair scraped back as he stood, voice sharp. "What happened? Speak clearly."The officer took a quick breath, chest rising. "Sir, a distress signal was fired—standard distress signal for officer down. Location is confirmed as the civilian market. Visual confirmation from three patrols."Keith’s face hardened immediately, the atmosphere in the room shifting."Which unit was assigned to that patrol zone?" he asked, already striding toward the door."Team Three, sir. Jeffery, Rubby, Micheal, Carlos, and Royce."Keith froze for a half-second.Not because of doubt, but because he knew exactly what this meant.They engaged first yesterday. First arrest of the Crimson shield members. First message. "Damn i
Chapter 70: Heartfelt condolences.
Beneath the dying light of dusk, the market square felt much more cold than usual. The usual chatter of vendors and foot traffic had dulled down, replaced by wary glances and hushed voices. A man sat on an overturned crate near a shuttered stall, shoulders hunched beneath a threadbare cloak. His gaze followed two men in dark combact matching outfits, as they moved quietly along the cobbled path."Hey... why are they still out there patrolling?" he muttered, barely above a whisper. "Aren’t they afraid they’ll end up like... like those five?"His words hung in the air like a bitter wind. His companion—older, quieter, perhaps more tired—didn’t answer immediately. He watched the men for a little while longer, before letting out a long, slow sigh."I don’t know," he murmured."But you have to admit... it’s been three days since that massacre—and they’re still here. Still showing up. No hesitation in their steps. No fear in their eyes. Just... doing their duty."The first man lowered