BVAHEDLA[W Chapter 81

Chapter 81: Zerg 15 – Useless Thing

Chapter 81: Zerg 15 – Useless Thing

The Second Prince, Carlos Lovira, like Amorys on the surface, was also just a sub-male.

The Lovira royal family had a total of five princes. Excluding the eldest prince who died young, of the remaining ones, the Third Prince and the Fifth Prince were male insects, while the Second Prince, Fourth Prince, and Sixth Prince were all sub-males or female insects.

In the plot, Carlos was far superior to his brothers in every aspect. It was just a pity that being a sub-male from the beginning destined him to have no chance at the throne.

And that good-for-nothing younger brother of his, the Third Prince, like most aristocratic male insects, was ignorant and incompetent on weekdays, wantonly humiliating female insects, and didn’t even respect his older brother.

This was the root cause of Carlos’s dissatisfaction.

So, he slowly poisoned the old emperor and even planned an accident, originally intending to have the Third Prince buried in space, with no remains left.

Why say “originally”? One can only say that the power of love is great.

In the original plot, Carlos’s female father died early, and he was portrayed as a lonely, unloved, and forbearing character. The cheerful and lively Kaster was like a ray of light shining into his lonely and boundless world, planting a seed in his dark inner world that would continue to take root and sprout in the future.

In Carlos’s eyes, Kaster was pure and lovely, and no dark things should approach him, including himself.

Unknowingly, Carlos fell in love like this. Therefore, he retreated again and again. When Kaster discovered that he wanted to harm the Third Prince, he directly canceled the plan, causing all the efforts he had made before to go to waste.

Only then did Carlos realize how wrong he had been. He handed the antidote to the old emperor and voluntarily gave up his identity as a prince. Knowing that Kaster liked Arnold, he didn’t make a fuss, but only offered warmth when the two had conflicts. At the end of the plot, he even helped Kaster overthrow the royal family, silently guarding him from then on.

Amorys clicked his tongue. He wanted to curse, “Useless thing.”

Just then, the Second Prince, Carlos, walked into the classroom with his teacher, and another person, whose figure was much smaller than the previous two, seemed to be—

Even smaller than Kaster.

Carlos had neat, coffee-colored short hair, with every strand meticulously styled. Even the position of the bangs in front of his forehead seemed to have been carefully calculated. His skin was fair, and his figure was tall among sub-males, with a sharp jawline. He wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on his high, straight nose, making him look shrewd and restrained.

The one following behind him looked impatient, glancing haphazardly around the classroom before staring at Carlos, seemingly a little unhappy.

This plot… is wrong, right???

Why did the Third Prince come along too?

After the teacher’s introduction, Amorys learned that the person who came in with Carlos was his younger brother, the Third Prince—Payne Lovira.

And he transferred to the Mecha Department with his brother.

Although it felt a little strange, Amorys didn’t linger his gaze on Payne for too long. Looking to the left, he suddenly met Carlos’s gaze.

The other party was staring straight at him. The clouds cleared, and the sunlight outside the window shone in, reflecting a dazzling glare on Carlos’s lenses.

Amorys blinked and looked again, only to realize that Carlos wasn’t looking at him.

The gaze behind the lenses swept over the top of his head, and behind him sat Kaster.

Thinking about it, Carlos should have been looking at Kaster just now, and because of the position, he mistakenly thought Carlos was looking at him. He had been overthinking.

Amorys didn’t take this to heart. In the plot, Carlos and the original owner had no interaction. They might not have even heard of each other’s names.

Moreover, what Carlos wanted to do didn’t conflict with him. Since that was the case, Amorys still believed that it was best for the two to maintain a hands-off relationship.

On the contrary, he was a little interested in the changes Carlos made for Kaster in the plot. He could observe him carefully, just to relieve the boredom of the dull days.

Also, why did Payne transfer to the Mecha Department as well? This had never appeared in the original plot, and according to Payne’s pampered prince persona in the plot, why would he come to the Empire’s First Academy to suffer?

For some reason, even though he knew these things had nothing to do with him, Amorys still had a bad feeling in his heart, as if something was about to happen.

This made him wonder if the so-called original plot was necessarily correct and credible.

As he was thinking, Carlos and Payne, who looked impatient, passed by him. Hearing their voices, it seemed they had sat next to Kaster.

The whole day was filled with theory classes, and time passed in the teacher’s hypnotic voice.

When he returned home in the evening, Amorys pushed open the door, only to find the house empty and the lights off.

This surprised Amorys a bit.

“Arnold?” Amorys called out tentatively, but there was no response.

“Strange. Is he not home?” Amorys said to himself.

He remembered that Arnold was still on his vacation. Apart from the previous matters concerning the arena, he needed to go to the military department to complete some procedures, which might result in him not being home. But Arnold would usually tell him in advance. Usually at these times, Arnold was either in the study or in the living room.

Did something urgent happen?

Amorys turned on his terminal and looked at it, but there were no messages from Arnold, only a few harassing messages.

After deleting these junk messages, Amorys turned on the light in the living room.

There were several dishes on the table, and a note was pressed under one of the plates.

Amorys walked over suspiciously and found that the dishes were still steaming slightly, indicating that the person who made them had just left.

The handwriting on the note was Arnold’s. Amorys pulled out the note and found that it read:

Something came up, don’t worry. Eat these yourself, and leave them when you’re done.

This was strange. Where did Arnold go?

Amorys frowned slightly, intending to send a message to ask.

But just as he opened the terminal and the fluorescent blue screen appeared in front of him, Amorys suddenly hesitated.

He had something to go out for tonight, and Amorys didn’t want Arnold to know.

Originally, he was thinking about what excuse to make, but he didn’t expect Arnold to be away from home, which saved him some trouble.

This was perfect.

He raised his hand and then put it down again. A complicated look flashed in Amorys’s eyes.

He placed his hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating a little faster than usual today. He always had a vague feeling of unease.

Amorys forced himself to calm down, abandoning unnecessary thoughts, then pulled out a chair in the living room and mechanically picked up the food in front of him.

In a few minutes, the dishes had cooled down.

That night, Amorys changed his clothes, skillfully avoided the street surveillance cameras, or only showed the back of his head to them, and made his way to a café.

His overly conspicuous golden hair was tied up with a hair tie, half of his face was hidden in a large coat, and he also wore a hat to cover up. Although some people found his attire strange along the way, they didn’t pay much attention to it.

Following the waiter’s guidance, he entered a private room.

And the person sitting inside was Duke Yivin, whom he had met a few nights ago.

Seeing Amorys push the door open, Yivin picked up a small leather case from the ground, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards Amorys.

Amorys reached out, caught the sliding case, and unlocked it. Inside was a short dagger, a set of clothes, and a wig.

There was also a file. Opening the first page, there was a photo of the target they had decided on at the Lancaster family’s old house that night – Baron Albert.

Inside was some information about Baron Albert, even recording his favorite positions in bed.

After glancing over it, Amorys memorized all the information and returned the file to Yivin.

He didn’t know what kind of private room Yivin had booked, but there was even a candlestick on the table.

The candle, carved into a work of art, burned slowly, and the melting wax dripped down the long candle. Half of it solidified on the outer wall, forming bumps, and the other half dripped onto the tray under the candle, then re-solidified.

Yivin took the file, and the snow-white paper burst into a huge flame as soon as it touched the fire. Black carbon flakes fell one after another. The firelight shone on Yivin’s face, flickering uncertainly, and the shadows it formed were like some distorted monster, making people shudder.

Only when the scalding flame was about to engulf his fingertips did Yivin let go, allowing a corner of the paper to fall at will.

Amorys calmly watched Yivin do all this.

“Give me the location.”

The file that Yivin gave didn’t contain any instructions about the mission.

And this café had a quiet environment, and although the waiters looked ordinary, their eyes were alert. Just looking at the lines of their arms, one could tell what kind of terrible explosive power was hidden underneath.

This was obviously not a good place to act.

“Change your clothes first, and someone will take you there later.”

Amorys nodded and pushed the door open to leave.

A few minutes later, a black-haired youth dressed as a bartender walked in.

He looked like a medieval butler, and even simple uniforms could make him pleasing to the eye. The vest outlined his waistline clearly, making his legs look straight and slender. His short black hair was a bit long, covering part of his eyebrows and eyes, but adding a touch of melancholy.

“Blake, born on Missa, graduated from Blue Sea Academy of Art. It’s a pity that your male father owed gambling debts and had to use you as a bargaining chip. So you had to give up your original job and come to Catherine Club to work as a bartender to pay off your male father’s debts.”

“You have been withdrawn since childhood, and you don’t have many friends. After coming to the club, you are even more worried.”

“Your identity,” Yivin paused, “You know what to do.”

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Yivin looked up, a flash of amazement flashed in his eyes, then crossed his hands and placed them on the table, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

And with his narration, the temperament of “Blake” was also subtly changing. The original straight back was slightly bent, his head was also lowered a little bit, and there was a worried look between his brows.

Yivin was increasingly satisfied. He clapped his hands, and soon, there was a knock on the door.

“Go with him, he will take you there, I have already taken care of the rest.”

“Tonight, you are Blake. As for the real Blake, I think he will sleep well.”

Yivin stood up and walked to Amorys, seemingly wanting to open the door for him to send him away, but the raised hand suddenly paused.

As if thinking of something, his tone took on a bit of searching meaning: “Speaking of which, are you really not considering moving out of Arnold’s house? It’s not good to be discovered by him, and you should understand the consequences if a third person knows about this.”

“Blake” was still looking down, coupled with the threat implied in Yivin’s words, he looked frightened, his thin body was crumbling, looking extremely pitiful.

He silently opened the door for himself, and just before stepping out of the room, he spat out a cold voice:

“None of your business.”

On the other side, Arnold raised his head, looking at the huge words “Catherine” and fell into deep thought.

The neon lights made him, who had never been to this kind of place, dizzy. He suddenly regretted it. He shouldn’t have worked overtime tonight.