712 Enter Ulrich Tudor

While Terique was about to undergo its own transformation, in the empire of Deiferus... several other changes were occurring as well.

On an open courtyard, several men were currently kneeling against a wall while looking at their master in fear.

Their master whose gaze could freeze up an ocean, just stood there quietly while his most faithful commander lashed out in rage on his behalf.

The Commander quickly walked towards the leader of the team that was also kneeling angrily.

'Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!'

"You useless thing!

How come you still failed to track him down till now?

He and his men had escaped with a few injuries.

So how the hell did they still manage to flee from your grasps?

If even an injured person can get away from you, then why are you worthless pieces of trash still getting paid?

You all should just die!!!!"

'Paw!'

'Bam!'

'Crsshhh!'

'Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!'

The commander went hard with his blows and even began kicking the team leader mercilessly.

The man spat out blood painfully but didn't dare to make a sound or make eye contact with those around him.

Knowing that he had failed, he tried as much as possible to make himself invisible... even though he was being targeted and blamed for it all.

In fact, he was glad that it was the commander who was currently dealing with him.

Because if it were his master, then he would probably lose an eye or any body part as compensation.

"You worthless piece of sh**!

How could you fail such a simple task?"

'Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!'

The beating went on for 4 minutes more which left the man almost disfigured.

But their devil master in question just watched for a while as if the matter didn't concern him at all.

"Quilo, why so harsh?"

"Your highness, this good-for-nothing doesn't deserve to live!

If he couldn't even take care of a worthless target, then how can he even handle bigger missions?

He has lost his highness's face!" Quilo said while looking at his master angrily.

And who was his master?

Of course, it was none other than the devilish crown prince of Deiferus, his highness Ulrich Tudor.

His highness Ulrich Tudor, son of his majesty Julius Tudor.

The civilians in Deiferus called in devilish because of his stunning looks.

But those involved in politics and power struggled knew just how gruesome Ulrich was.

No matter what enemy came his way, they were typically the ones who ended up losing the battle.

And the only ones who have countered his attacks were the 2nd prince.

Unsurprisingly, Ulrich could accept losing to his 2nd brother.

But how could he accept losing to his trash 6th brother, Prince Henry?

This was a big slap to his face!

Even after placing bounties on his brother's head and even getting Henry's beloved to betray him and find his location, that brother of his still managed to escape with the help of some expert assassin.

Yes!

An assassin.

On their way to the secret hideout that day, Ulrich and his men had encountered some of their men who appeared to be on the run.

These escapees had been running throughout the night before unfortunately encountered them.

And when they inquired (threatened), they found out that this assassin saved his trash of a brother.

Additionally, these men that escaped ran away when the assassin held out a sword and single-handedly took out hundreds of them.

Bottom line, these men had deserted their commander and fled.

So how could they be spared?

They were killed there on the spot.

And from the looks of it, it seemed that others had fled in different directions too and had managed to escape their grasp.

But there were too many men under Ulrich, and he and some of the others didn't even know what they looked like.

Yes, they had their names, but that was it.

Many of these men weren't nobles and might not even have portraits of themselves.

So it's likely that those that didn't meet them had successfully gotten away with it... because from what they found from the group they met, the escapees seemed to be orphans.

So it's likely that those who had family ties chose to die in battle since they didn't want their families to be targeted by Ulrich.

Because all deserters who got caught would get killed alongside their entire household.

Long story short, those who didn't encounter them got away.

And those who met them could only blame their bad luck for encountering them.

Anyway, after listening to how they successfully caught his brother Henry to how they even placed bets on his head and later on fought this assassin... everyone felt their scalps go numb.

How could one person single-handedly take down an entire secret base?

Was this some sort of joke or something?

Tsk!

Ulrich didn't believe these ridiculous tales and felt that there must've been some betrayers amongst his men that had secretly staged everything out.

After all, who's to stay that those who escaped weren't a part of Henry's men?

It was just impossible for one man to rescue them all.

Additionally, all their treasure in the secret base had been robbed and their treasures had disappeared too.

Therefore, this only proved that it was an inside job.

One should know that it would take several weeks for the assassin to single-handedly bring out all the treasures in the base.

And where would he store all that loot?

The wealth accumulated here all these years, be it the golden statues, coins, portraits and what not could fill up 15 wagons.

So who would be driving these wagons down the hill?