Gilneas City.
The carriage rattled over the hard stone pavement.
Baron Woden sat inside, carefully reflecting on his meeting with the assassin just now.
He had learned that in a few days, lord Crowley and King Genn would attend a ceremony together, intended to bring the worgen and ordinary Gilneans together and erase the divide between them.
This was an opportunity. If Crowley was assassinated at the scene, it would inevitably spark conflict between the worgen and ordinary Gilneans.
At the thought of those worgen being driven out and suppressed, he could not hide his satisfaction.
Bang! A tremendous snapping sound suddenly came from beneath the carriage. Before Woden could react, the entire vehicle shattered into a pile of splintered wood.
"Help! The Baron is still inside the carriage!" The servants following behind cried out as they rushed over, desperately digging through the wreckage to save their master.
Elsewhere, Baron Graygrave happily drank a cup of spirits with breakfast, only to start vomiting and suffering diarrhea. His life hung by a thread. After an apothecary examined him, they discovered that a servant had bought counterfeit liquor.
Such incidents occurred one after another over the following days.
King Genn was furious when he received the news. Slamming his hand on the table, he barked at the head of royal intelligence, "What exactly is going on? Five or six nobles have suffered accidents within just a few days. They were either injured or poisoned."
"Your Majesty, my people investigated them all. They were all accidents. No one tampered with anything behind the scenes," the intelligence chief explained hesitantly with his head lowered.
What utter nonsense. Anyone with a brain could see there was a conspiracy at work. His people investigated every incident and reported them all as accidents. Yet when five or