Change

Before long, the king's wife and children were brought up by the guards.

"Kill!"

As Outlook III's words fell, under the gaze of countless nobles, the guards raised their blades and slashed at them.

Dozens of heads hit the ground. Blood splattered across the floor. They were dead beyond doubt.

"Ugh!"

Some of the nobles began vomiting, throwing up everything they had eaten that morning. These people had always lived pampered lives; when had they ever seen such a scene?

"The Goa Kingdom is about to change."

Not all the nobles were useless fools. A small number of them understood exactly what these deaths meant.

With the kingdom left without a ruler, all would contend for it.

But their ridiculous hopes were clearly destined to fail.

"Lord Charlos, Pattchulia is dead, and the kingdom now has no king. Do you have a suitable candidate in mind?" Outlook III asked loudly before everyone.

"Your son, Sabo. I think he would be quite suitable," Charlos said as though reciting lines.

"Thank you for your high regard, my lord. In that case, I'll go home and bring Sabo here right away!"

Outlook III turned to all the nobles and said, "It is difficult to refuse Lord Charlos's favor, hahaha!" With that, he strode away laughing.

Outlook III felt greatly satisfied at finally having a chance to show off and act arrogantly before his former peers.

"This is outrageous!" Someone immediately became furious.

"That's right, his son isn't worthy!"

"My son, Wang Teng, has the qualities of a king. He can shoulder this responsibility!"

"Didn't they say the World Government cannot interfere in the internal affairs of member states?" someone said at that moment.

"Are you insane? Can't you see that lord standing here?" A friend beside him immediately covered his mouth. That might