Conquering His Cold Heart

156 Pure Evil

After the carriage came to a halt in front of the manor of Romulus, Lorenzo quickly stepped out of the carriage and placed a stool in front of the carriage door before the coachman could do so.

Romulus gave an appreciative nod to Lorenzo and stepped out as well.

The werewolves who had gone along with their alpha also ran out of their carriage to walk behind him.

“But yes, it’s a shame that things didn’t go as we had planned,” Romulus continued his talk with Lorenzo.

Lorenzo sighed and agreed with the alpha. “I had assumed that the Crown Prince would be welcoming to me, and I had hoped that the three of us would sit down somewhere to have a nice conversation.”

Romulus held his arms behind his back. He didn’t blame Lorenzo for miscalculating the behavior of the Crown Prince because he was well aware that he was the one to mess it up.

“We probably would have gotten the chance to sit down with him if I had kept my mouth shut. I should have used your friendship with him to slowly push my plans for him. But I rushed it. And when he finally saw you, he was more interested in what I had to say, rather than in you.”

Although Romulus’ voice was really calm and composed, Lorenzo could see from the side of his eyes that the alpha was clenching his jaw and fists.

In an attempt to calm down the anger of the alpha, Lorenzo tried to assure him that they would get another opportunity again. “I am sure that the Crown Prince will not be as cold as today when I meet him the next time. I will try my best to convince him to sit down with you for a friendly chat.”

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The tightened fists of Romulus didn’t become any loose. However, he did give a nod and agreed to Lorenzo. “I will leave that to you then. Arrange my meeting with him.” He gave a nod to the werewolves a little further away, who had stopped their wrestling to greet him.

Then he continued giving instruction to Lorenzo, “And before you arrange my meeting, you should also talk with him and prepare him so that he won’t think of me as a traitor to the throne, but as his ally instead.”

“I will do my best, Milord,” Lorenzo said with a slight bow.

Romulus’ eyes fell on a few of his clan members who were examining the samples of weapons that the sellers had sent them.

“You are excused for today, Lorenzo,” Romulus said to his important piece of the power game and changed his direction.

“I will report to you tomorrow then.” Lorenzo stopped right where he was, and gave a low bow after facing the alpha’s back.

Romulus suddenly stopped on his track and turned around. He gestured for Lorenzo to come closer. And when Lorenzo came running and stood in front of him, he asked, “I almost forgot to ask... Are the assassins in motion already?”

“They reached Lavinya three days ago. They have set up their base and are waiting for your orders, Milord,” Lorenzo replied with an unhinged expression on his face.

Romulus touched his chin and weighed the benefits and drawbacks of his plan.

After thinking about it for a few minutes, he finally focused his attention on Lorenzo and asked, “Pull them back from Lavinya. I don’t think that the Crown Prince will be a hurdle to us now that our Crown Prince is back in his castle. I’m pretty confident that Everard isn’t going anywhere at the moment.”

He tapped his foot on the ground. His eyes looked more evil than usual, and a sly smirk formed on his lips.

He then turned to pick up the rifle from the samples and aimed it at the target that was placed a little further away from where he was standing at the moment.

While adjusting his aim, he further spoke like a cunning fox, “I don’t want to kill the only heir of Orsenia and create chaos when I don’t have enough supplies of weapons to sell. It would be a pity if an internal war breaks out for the throne and I cannot take advantage of it.”

BANG!

A loud firing sound echoed throughout the area, followed by a man’s scream and a few footsteps running in that man’s direction.

“Oh, shoot!” Romulus clicked his tongue while looking at the servant he had just shot fire on.

That servant was squirming on the ground, grabbing his leg and screaming in pain. A few of the servants who were nearby picked up that injured servant and took him away without any fuss. It looked as if it was a daily occurrence there in the manor.

Romulus casually threw the rifle back on the hand of the man who was examining the weapons and nonchalantly said, “Ugh! I hate it when they come and stand in front of the target when I am clearly going to shoot. Do they keep their eyes in their pockets or what?”

Lorenzo was trying not to get fazed by what he had just witnessed because it was his first time seeing someone get shot by the alpha.

He gave an awkward smile to the alpha and turned to look at the target again, and then at the place that had a small pool of blood.

The fake smile from Lorenzo’s face faded away upon realizing that the gap between the target and the pool of blood was at least 8 meters. There was no way one would accidentally miss the shot and hit someone who was standing that far away from the target.

Lorenzo forced himself to face the alpha and gave a bow before looking into his eyes. “I will call the assassins back. Then, I will take my leave for today,” he said in one breath without even lifting his head.

While bowing, he noticed that Romulus’ wasn’t digging his nails into his palms anymore.

Romulus’ suppressed anger had finally subsided.

“Remember to arrange that meeting sooner,” Romulus said in reply.

Lorenzo didn’t know if he was imagining it or not, but he sensed a hidden warning in the alpha’s voice just now. He quickly put on a wide smile on his face before raising his head. And his jolly persona replied to the alpha, “You don’t have to worry about that, Alpha. I will take care of it.”

Lorenzo then turned on his heels and walked as fast as he could, while also making sure it wasn’t too obvious that he was trying to disappear from the manor.

After watching Lorenzo scurry away from there, Romulus turned to look at a man who was standing at the far corner of the manor.

He was a burly-looking man with an equally terrifying face. Most of the people, even the werewolves, trembled at his sight. It was no wonder why Romulus made him his beta.

“Slayer!” Romulus shouted and gestured for that man to come to him.

Slayer obediently came and bowed to the alpha.

Romulus gave a nod and then started to walk in the direction of the main entrance of the manor. His beta as well as his guards followed.

While they were walking, Romulus asked the man who looked like a giant in his comparison, “Did you do the cleanup?”

Slayer didn’t even bother to look at the alpha or tone down his harsh voice when he replied, “Do you even have to ask?”

Romulus sighed and looked up to give a corner-eyed glare to his beta. However, he didn’t sound as angry when he reprimanded the giant, “You know what? You would be so perfect if you knew how not to run your mouth like that in front of me.”

“My mouth doesn’t take me places, my skill does,” came the simplest and unbothered reply from him.