The Boss Didn't Quit the Internet; He Got Caught Instead

It's over! Everything's over!

—I knew I wouldn't be that lucky! There's no such thing as a free lunch!

Augustus Kant was extremely frustrated at this moment.

His hands were placed in front of him, bound by two illusory triangular shackles. His Path Power was thus sealed.

In fact, Augustus himself did not engage in any violent resistance against the law throughout the entire process.

Or rather, his mind went blank the moment the cargo ship arrived at the port and a dozen fully armed inspectors riding griffins suddenly rushed over.

Just then, Augustus was completely stunned when he saw those people on the ship who had been chatting and laughing with him suddenly enter battle mode as if they had planned it all along.

The barrier was instantly erected, and a series of large-scale rituals, imminent and imminent, mixed with ritualistic spells, altered the surrounding atmosphere.

Demons were summoned behind him, spells of cold and fire intertwining; some immediately vanished into the shadows, while others drew their longbows. The bard who had been drinking and singing with him earlier also pulled out two drums and began to sing a war song.

Augustus even saw them carrying out cannons—

"My God, how do they even have this?!" In that instant, he suddenly understood his current position:

Could this be a smuggling ship?

The people on the ship wanted to rush out, as if they could melt into the crowd if they did, but the law enforcement officers riding griffins saw through their motives and blocked them on the ship.

Augustus, standing in the very center of the battlefield, remained motionless like a puppet. His men, seemingly oblivious to his presence, continued their relentless, deadly attacks, some even resorting to lethal force.

Perhaps because of the deep confusion and fear in Augustus's eyes, the spells completely avoided him, as if he were an outsider.

The inspectors who rushed over to fight ignored him, at most giving him a glance.

However, the intense battle did not last long before it began to turn into a one-sided affair.

The armed force on the ship numbered over sixty people, and they were all professionals with excellent teamwork.

The people on the ship seemed to have clearly underestimated the strength of their opponent.

They assumed the other side was merely an inspector, never expecting them to be supervisors... As a result, their force didn't last long before being overwhelmed by these elites. This was even when the other side was trying to protect the cargo and hadn't used excessive force.

Thunder roared in the sky, and the griffins, accompanied by a hurricane, directly broke through their front-line formation.

The assassins, who were moving stealthily, were jolted out by crackling lightning before they could even get close; the spells were dispelled before they could reach them, and the arrows that whistled through the air were shattered in mid-air by the wind Wind Blade whipped up by the griffin's claws.

The demons had barely emerged from the summoning circle when they were shattered along with the circle by a series of majestic bolts of lightning. The woman leading them raised her staff, summoning bolts of lightning that crackled and leaped through the crowd.

Augustus saw it clearly—the assassin, less than two meters away, had just materialized and was still paralyzed when the electric light passed right through him, illuminating his entire body before turning him into charred remains. The intense static electricity made his hair stand on end, and he could even feel a faint numbness on his skin.

A few strong individuals who were still fighting against multiple opponents refused to admit defeat and drank Alchemy Potion, entering a berserk state.

—And those "knights" clad in silver armor were also fearless.

Lightning crackling with electricity and griffins swirling in the storm surged forward.

Their attitude was less one of bravery and more one of urgency—in this situation, if they were even slightly slower in their charge, they would be left behind by their own people. Those who weren't decisive enough were even starting to curse in their desperation.

Those "strong ones" were like lions hunted by hyenas. They were divided into different battlefields, and then repeatedly pulled and bound by these highly mobile inspectors, their bodies constantly restrained by one Law Spell after another.

They could have killed their opponent with just one hit, yet they were unable to mount even a single effective counterattack.

As the fighting progressed, the armed forces on these ships did not hesitate to jump off one by one, trying to dive into the sea—but they couldn't even do that.

The result was that they were trapped by pure white Law Spell and bound in mid-air by two triangular halos.

At that time, these small, reddish-brown griffins, their sharp, eagle-like beaks stained with blood. Those who resisted the most fiercely had their limbs broken to a point that was almost gruesome.

The civilians nearby had never seen anything like it. But they weren't afraid of the bloodshed; instead, they seemed unusually excited, as if they were watching a gladiatorial arena.

After all, most people may not see a crime scene involving superhuman strength even once every ten or twenty years, let alone a large-scale brawl with such colorful and varied tactics.

Ultimately, these observers, numbering fewer than twenty, defeated and even killed three times their number of superhumans. They didn't even cause any deaths; only three suffered minor injuries.

When Augustus had been frozen in place without moving the entire time, was also casually bound by the Law Spell and thrown aside, he actually breathed a sigh of relief.

That's great, it's so good I wasn't just casually killed...

This hellish scene is finally over...

He closed his eyes and began to play dead. He hoped to disguise himself as an innocent passenger, or someone they had kidnapped—he so regretted not being a young boy or girl, otherwise he could have claimed to be a trafficked commodity.

But those who tried to jump ship and were captured alive immediately betrayed him.

"I'm just here to sell goods! Didn't Mr. Antlers say he was very powerful in Avalon? Deer Antler, please help me!"

As Augustus struggled to explain his identity and the reason for his presence to the woman before him, he noticed that her gaze towards him had become strange.

"The 'antler' you mentioned is probably the former minister of Drost."

The other party kindly explained to Augustus, "He is the former Minister of Trade. And you are currently on his cargo ship used for smuggling."

"... Then, that Minister Drost..."

Although he already knew the answer, Augustus still wanted to struggle a bit.

"He has been sentenced to death for multiple crimes including treason, espionage, murder, and smuggling, and the execution was carried out just a few days ago."

The woman replied.

Mr. "King" was immediately filled with despair.

Good news, the major client didn't skip out on the payment.

Bad news: the major client has been caught—and has dragged us into it too.

Despite Augustus's repeated explanations that the matter had nothing to do with him and that he didn't know Drost... it was too late to say anything at this point. He was still dejectedly taken to the Inspectorate.

But as he neared his arrival, Augustus heard even more terrifying news—

Princess Isabel, the current first in line to Avalon, is waiting for him inside. The Minister of Everything is also paying attention to this matter and has specifically requested to see him.

Is it really necessary?! Is it really necessary?! This is just an order for 800 White Coin —well, of course it's a lot for me, but big shots like you probably wouldn't even look at it!

Augustus internally screaming like a stray dog whose paw had been stepped on, but his expression only became more dejected.

So, as the lady led him through the door, he flawlessly knelt before the most dignified and noble-looking That Lord in the room, and blurted out the words he had rehearsed for so long. "Please spare my life, Princess Highness! I'll tell you everything, please spare my life! I have a young daughter to raise, and I can cooperate as a witness if you require me..."

He secretly glanced up and noticed out of the corner of his eye that the other person's expression was a bit strange.

"You've mistaken me for someone else, sir."

The other person couldn't help but laugh out loud, and pulled out the youngest-looking girl behind him. "This is our Princess of Avalon. I am the Minister of Princess of Avalon, Iver Moriarty."

"...Ah, ah. It's like this, I don't really look like Princess ... It's alright, King Majesty..."

The delicate-looking girl said somewhat awkwardly, "People say that all the time, for example, Iver..."

—It's over! Everything is over!

Augustus screamed inwardly.

But just then, he suddenly noticed something.

... Wait a minute? What did she call me again?

"Nice to meet you... Long time no see, Mr. King."

The Minister Iver was sitting in a chair with his legs crossed and his left hand on his chin.

His lips curled up slightly, as if he were quite pleased. "Let me introduce myself—I'm Fox, and this is Lu Lu."

... It's someone I know!

A strong hope suddenly ignited in the "King's " eyes.

But he soon noticed something else.

Why did I have to name myself "King"?!

A terrified scream echoed in his mind once more.

Who would have thought that one day my life, that of a nobody like me, would be in the hands of a real "Princess"?! It's over! This time, it's really over!

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