Chapter 425 Alistair's Madness
Aurora Citadel, Alistair's Estate.
A luxurious living room.
The table was loaded with delicious dishes and expensive wines.
Alistair sat on the sofa, raising his glass with a bright smile. "Sirius, come on, let's toast."
Across from Alistair sat a young man in his early twenties, dressed in a pristine white suit. His skin was fair, his features handsome, and he carried himself with an air of distinction. He picked up his glass and took a small sip.
"Alistair, you don't usually go out of your way to be so friendly. What's on your mind? Just spill it."
Sirius spoke calmly.
Alistair set his glass down, gesturing to the sumptuous spread on the table with a smile. "Come on, let's eat first."
But Sirius didn't touch his fork.
As a member of the Bennett family, Sirius was well aware of the situation in Aurora Citadel. Every major figure represented different factions.
Only the Four Ancient Families could remain above the fray.
In fact, even within the Four Ancient Families, some had gotten involved.
"Alistair, I can't eat this meal. Like I said, just tell me what's going on."
Alistair's expression grew serious. He picked up a cigarette from the table, lit it, and took a deep drag, the smoke filling the room.
"Sirius, to be honest, King is planning to take me out. I can't get in touch with Mr. Nelson, and I don't know where he stands. The Bennett family has always been close to Mr. Nelson. Can you help me find out if it's Mr. Nelson's idea to kill me or if it's just King acting on his own?"
Alistair had invited Sirius to get some inside information.
'Mr. Nelson was a truly significant figure.
Thirty years ago, King had risen to power thanks to Mr. Nelson's support from the shadows.
King's backer was Mr. Nelson.
Alistair knew Mr. Nelson and had met him several times, but their relationship wasn't good.
Moreover, the people backing Alistair were enemies of Mr. Nelson.
But Alistair believed he had kept his actions well-hidden. King didn't know, and Mr. Nelson didn't know.
Sirius glanced at Alistair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. "Alistair, I'm afraid I can't help you. You know who Mr. Nelson is. I'm just a junior member of the Bennett family. How could I possibly get information from Mr. Nelson?"
"Sirius, please help me."
"By the way, Alistair, aren't you working for Mr. Strother? Now that there's trouble, you should go to Mr. Strother. Why are you trying to get information from your enemy, Mr. Nelson?"
At these words, Alistair's face turned pale.
All these years, he thought he had hidden his tracks well. He had always maintained a neutral stance, never clearly aligning with any side.
He hadn't expected even a junior like Sirius to know who he was working for.
"Sirius, who told you that?"
Sirius replied nonchalantly, "I think I heard it when Mr. Strother visited the Bennett family. He mentioned it a few times. I don't really understand these things, but now that there's trouble, Mr. Strother is very dissatisfied with you and plans to abandon you. It depends on whether the Powell family wants to protect you. If they do, you might survive. If they don't, you're as good as dead."
Sirius stood up.
"I'm leaving. I hope I get another chance to dine here, but I doubt it."
With that, Sirius left.
Alistair was left with a heavy heart.
King wanted him dead, or maybe it was Mr. Nelson. That was certain.
But he didn't know Mr. Strother's stance.
And the Powell family?
He was part of the Powell family, one of the Four Ancient Families, but only a distant relative, practically a bastard child. His father had no status in the Powell family, let alone him. The Powell family wouldn't stand up for him.
The only one who could save him now was Mr. Strother.
Without hesitation, he stood up and called out, "Get the car ready."
Aurora Citadel, a mysterious estate.
This was an old estate, with many sycamore trees in the yard. It was autumn, and the ground was covered with fallen leaves.
Alistair arrived at the estate. As he walked in, he saw a girl of about seventeen or eighteen sweeping the leaves in the yard.
"Excuse me, is Mr. Strother here?"
He approached, head bowed, looking humble.
At this moment, he didn't have the demeanor of the head of the Five Great Marshals.
The girl paused, glanced at Alistair, and pointed to a room ahead. "Go ahead."
"Thank you."
Alistair quickly expressed his gratitude and walked over.
He knocked lightly on the door, calling out humbly, "Mr. Strother."
"Yes." A soft voice came from inside.
"Come in." Alistair pushed the door open and entered.
Inside, the fireplace was lit.
Next to it, sweet potatoes were roasting.
A man in his fifties sat by the fireplace, wearing a black coat, warming his hands by the fire.
Alistair walked over and stood respectfully to the side. "Mr. Strother."
The man didn't look at Alistair. He spoke softly, "You were too careless. When you make mistakes, you must face the consequences."
"Mr. Strother, this is all Larry's doing. If it weren't for him, none of this would have happened..."
Mr. Strother raised his hand slightly, signaling for silence. "Someone will take over your duties. You may leave now."
"Mr. Strother, Larry has been reinstated and returned to Southwild. He brought a thousand Black Dragon Army soldiers and might come to the Aurora Citadel to kill me. This is a secret order from King. Mr. Strother, if King acts against me, isn't that a declaration of war against you?"
"Leave."
Greg Strother spoke softly.
His expression was calm, revealing nothing of his thoughts.
"Yes."
Alistair didn't dare say more.
Greg was a truly significant figure.
To Greg, Alistair was just a minor character.
Greg's attitude made it clear: Alistair had been abandoned.
King wanted him dead, and Greg wouldn't protect him.
As he turned to leave, his face darkened, and his eyes flashed with a cold light.
He had worked for Greg for so many years, enduring hardships, but this was his reward.
In a sudden move, he drew his gun.
"If I die, I'm taking you with me."
Bang!
The gunshot rang out.
But Greg remained unharmed.
He raised his hand, catching the bullet between his fingers.
With a flick, he tossed it aside.
Clink!
The bullet hit the ground with a crisp sound.
Alistair's face turned pale.
He knew Greg was strong, but he had taken a desperate gamble, hoping to take someone down with him.
But he had failed.
Greg said nothing, standing up and leaving through the back door.
Alistair, his face ashen, left the room.
Outside, the girl was still sweeping the yard.
Seeing Alistair come out, she shook her head slightly, letting out a sigh.
Alistair left the estate.
He returned home.
King had ordered Larry to kill him. He wouldn't just sit and wait to die.
At Alistair's estate.
He sat on the sofa, his face grim, and picked up the phone, dialing a number. "Mobilize the troops. Surround Golden Sun Palace. Kill King."
His expression hardened.
At this point, there was only one path left: kill King, install a new King, and disrupt the plans of those working in the shadows. If he caused enough chaos, he might just survive.
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