The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Chapter 36 Wealth Problem

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Everyone present was confused except Feroza Zephyr, he somewhat grasp the hint of what Ezra meant.

"I do not know why you are so scared right now?" Said Feroza "Did you already forget about the cubic pills, we have martial masters even if we go rampaging to both kingdoms, we will emerge victorious." The old man completed his set of words and went back to sit on the rocking chair.

"Dad, we thought of that as well. But is it good to reveal our trump cards so soon, we are waiting for Sects Admissions to open." Answered Mirza.

"Oh father, leave those things to me. I will give you the results you want, but there are a few conditions." The werewolf prince spoke.

"A few conditions?"

Ezra sighed and strolled around Pollard, he continued. "Give me the highest military rank and authority to move the entire army and no one will question my way of conducting tactics, not even the King. Unless or until my actions cause damage to the Bloodfang Kingdom, only then I will be answerable. That's all of my conditions."

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King of Bloodfang Kingdom squinted his eyes and looked at Pollard, the latter nodded. "Are you sure grandson, this is no trivial authority?" Feroza warned.

Ezra turned his head to look at his recently known grandfather "The kingdom was already dying grandfather, the blessings I received are what kept this kingdom alive. Do you really believe that I just unlocked my 8 gates in those 5 years, that kick was more than enough to understand what hell I had to cross to come back."

Pollard intervened "Crown prince if we wage an all-out war, we won't be able to save the kingdom's wealth and the people will face starvation"

"Boy, ask them about the ring you gave. It had sufficient wealth to feed the entire kingdom for 2 decades." Fenrir said to Ezra

The crown prince remembered the ring as well "Starvation! How is this possible? Where did all that wealth go?" Ezra looked at King Mirza "Father, did you spend everything from the ring?"

"The ring?" Mirza furrowed his brows in question.

"Yes, the ring I gave you on the pyramid. The one that had cubic spirit pills boxes." Ezra reminded.

"Wait... I gave that to your mother saying it's Ezra's gift. We haven't touched a single thing from that, I went to secluded training and forgot about it."

"..."

"...."

"I'm cutting my blood ties with you" said Feroza. "Let's go grandson or you'll catch his mild mental retardation."

"It's possible... now with the wealth of ring. We can go on a war with the Warborn Kingdom without worrying about economic crises." Pollard replied.

"So what's your decision, father?" Inquired Ezra.

Quietness covered the room for quite a while before Mirza broke it "Chief Administrator, issue the imperial order. The vacant position of Chief of Army Staff has been bestowed upon the Crown Prince of Bloodfang Kingdom, Ezra Zephyr."

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"As you command, your majesty." Pollard answered as he bent his knee.

"Chief Administrator, bring all of the cubic spirit pill holders. Not even one should remain behind, even if they are at their death doors they must answer my summoning." When Ezra used the words chief administrators instead of Uncle Pol, Pollard understood that it was an official order.

"Yes your majesty, I'll be on my way" the chief administrator said prior to leaving the room.

Now the three generations of sovereigns stood alone again, Ezra looked at his old grandfather and continued where it stopped. "Why I was unaware that my grandfather was alive, why did you lie to me father? I feel betrayed."

Mirza Zephyr forwarded his steps and stroked his son's hair. "No my silly son, amidst the battle with Brownmane. Father who was King at that time got a terrible wound by the powerhouses of Brownmane, many old friends of my father betrayed him and the lionmen tribe and those who didn't, died miserably.

Everyone assumed that your grandfather is dead, but he managed to keep his life intact. So we went with the flow and hid him, otherwise brownmane would have never taken that oath. All these times father was sick and weak until you gave me those miraculous bottles for Tania."

"Syrup of Asclepius" Ezra stated.

"Yes, Syrup of Asclepius. I gave the whole bottle to father and he recovered from his wounds within 4 months."

Ezra's eyes widened "4 months! How terrible the wounds were?"

Mirza glanced at his father, Feroza nodded and took off his shirt. Ezra's eyes almost came out in shock, from the belly button to his neck was a giant nasty hole like scar. It seemed as if someone had dug out his organs with a shove, his arms contained severe slash cuts.

"I'm sorry father..." Ezra said as he lowered his head.

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