Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 909: Lancelot, Her Man [Part 1]

Even at this moment, the Beirut King remained confident and fearless.

In his view, even if Ye Wanlan exposed his previous actions, it would still not shake his position.

This was Atlantis’ Cangyuan Country, a world belonging to the Atlantians.

Ye Wanlan had just returned to Cangyuan Country. With only the help of Beitang Xinyi, she had no foundation to speak of.

But he was different, the Fran Ders Royal Family had been rooted in Atlantis for thousands of years, and the people under his command numbered far more than a hundred thousand.

As long as he was still the King of Cangyuan Country, with just one command, Ye Wanlan wouldn’t be able to leave this grand hall at all!

"What are you going to take down? The people you have are all given to you by your grandmother, right?" The Beirut King no longer concealed his disdain, his expression extremely contemptuous, "The Beitang Family is no longer ranked in the Royal City, and the Earth Token is ultimately auxiliary, not comparable to the Emperor’s Order!"

Ye Wanlan clasped her hands behind her back and smiled: "I see grandfather has always been so arrogant."

She called him "grandfather," but there was no respect in it.

The Beirut King’s face darkened again: "Still so arrogant at the brink of death, seize her for me!"

"Da-da-da!"

The sound of footsteps emerged at this moment, hurried and swift yet orderly and powerful.

The Cangyuan knights marched in, well-trained, enclosing everyone in the grand hall.

Not even a fly could escape.

After all the knights finished lining up, Lancelot Austin, the first Commander of Cangyuan Country, walked in slowly.

Today he wore his military uniform, with deep blue fabric woven with rare mineral particles that reflected brilliant light under the sunshine, like a cascading galaxy, profound and tranquil.

His shoulders bore the insignia of Neptune, and a command knife was hung at his waist, equipped with emerging technology, allowing it to transform into a handgun.

The boots he wore also exuded a formidable aura, each step approaching like the Grim Reaper.

Such a solemn and meticulous uniform was something even the princes and ministers had never seen.

"Do you see?" The Beirut King sat on the throne, looking down at Ye Wanlan, "Atlantis is not the Land, you only have Beitang Xinyi behind you, but I have thousands of soldiers and horses behind me."

After speaking, he turned to Lancelot: "You came just in time, take these two to the military base and personally interrogate them, using any torture necessary."

Lancelot Austin was called the "Executioner" because his methods of interrogation were exceedingly cruel, making the prisoners utterly unbearable.

Any prisoner who fell into Lancelot’s hands would envy death.

Lancelot’s steps did not halt, he continued moving forward.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he walked past Ye Wanlan and straight to the throne.

The Beirut King still hadn’t realized what was about to happen, suppressing a hint of impatience: "What are you coming up for?"

Lancelot was eccentric, but extremely capable, and as the sole remaining bloodline of the Austin Family, the Beirut King could only tolerate it repeatedly.

"What am I coming up for?" Lancelot repeated the question and smiled, "Of course, to take you down, you old geezer!"

The moment he spoke, he seized the Beirut King’s shoulder with blinding speed.

The Beirut King never expected him to do this, and by the time he reacted, he was already bound in chains by Lancelot.

"Hiss..."

"Oh my god..."

The sound of gasping was heard repeatedly in the grand hall, leaving the princes and ministers too stunned to feel anything.

"I already said, just give the command and I would rebel immediately." Lancelot snorted lightly and clapped his hands, "Isn’t it satisfying now? You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this day."

Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow: "How does it feel now?"

"Fantastic!" Lancelot said, "What should we do next? Should I just execute him?"

Their casual conversation made the grand hall as silent as death.

Everyone’s minds froze because they couldn’t comprehend why Lancelot Austin, the first Commander of Cangyuan who just returned, would be bantering so freely with Princess Wanlan and listening to her so willingly.

Who didn’t know that Lancelot equally despised everyone?

Only Miss Silvia from the Kellan Family could get an extra glance from him.

Whether it was the Beirut King or the High Priest, he would point and curse at them all the same.

Yet this Executioner, who terrified the entire Cangyuan Country, was actually following Ye Wanlan’s command.

"Lancelot Austin!" The Beirut King finally came to his senses, his voice a mix of shock and rage, "What do you think you’re doing? Rebelling?!"

"I haven’t just thought about rebelling for a day or two, why make such a fuss?" Lancelot dug at his ears, "All I needed was an opportune moment."

The Beirut King finally understood that Lancelot was not there to suppress Ye Wanlan and Beitang Xinyi, but to capture him under Ye Wanlan’s orders!

But how was this possible?

How did these two even know each other?!

How would Lancelot, a man so proud, listen to someone else?

Lancelot ignored the Beirut King, nodding to Ye Wanlan: "How to kill him, it’s up to you."

"Since I said not to kill him, of course, I will leave him alive." Ye Wanlan said calmly, "I also want to see if the High Priest’s prophecy is accurate."

"It’s fine not to kill too." Lancelot rubbed his chin, "Let me give him all the torture first——"

"The Emperor’s Order is here!" Suddenly, the Beirut King shouted furiously, "The Emperor’s Order, who dares not to obey?!"

"Boom!"

A vast oppressive force descended instantly——

"Plunk! Plunk!"

One by one, the people in the grand hall knelt down and were unable to move under this pressure.

Lancelot wanted to resist, but was also overwhelmed by the pressure brought by the Emperor’s Order.

He gritted his teeth to support himself, his knees just an inch from the ground.

Beitang Xinyi groaned, also constrained by the Emperor’s Order, but thanks to the Earth Token, her situation was better than the others.

"Hahahahahahaha!" The Beirut King laughed maniacally, "I said before, with the Emperor’s Order, nobody in Cangyuan Country can defy me!"

Lancelot’s face contorted: "You old bastard!"

He struggled to move forward, only to feel an excruciating tear in his lungs, forcing him to stop.

"Lancelot, it’s no use." The Beirut King sneered dismissively, "If you try to move, you’ll only die from your body exploding."

"No wonder they always said that with the High Priest in Cangyuan Country, there was no fear of Chongming Country’s Supreme Wisdom." Ye Wanlan slowly raised her head, "Turns out he also did something similar to Supreme Wisdom."

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