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Natasha leaned on John as they descended the stairs, her expression charming. A few people who had just shared drinks and food with John looked at him with admiration, as if to say, "You have her."
Ignoring those gazes, John led Natasha to a corner. Despite having gotten to know each other better earlier, he felt it was still necessary to engage in a thorough conversation, at least to gauge her background and ensure he was well-prepared for what lay ahead.
The banquet continued without any noticeable changes due to John and Natasha's presence; it simply provided more topics for discussion. Some attendees who harbored thoughts about Natasha had to suppress their feelings, knowing they could not act on them, especially given John's evident strength.
The event stretched from midday until sunset, casting a golden hue over the entire palace. Just as everyone was eagerly awaiting the main event, the former prince and now newly appointed King Napoleon Novich made his grand entrance.
Years ago, this prince had been in his early twenties, full of vigor and ambition. However, time had passed swiftly, and now he appeared before the crowd as a balding young man in his thirties. The shine of his bald head glimmered under the fading sunlight, making it particularly striking.
John, standing among the crowd, instinctively raised a hand to touch his own hair upon seeing Napoleon's baldness. He couldn't help but feel grateful for the Holy Light Fighting Training Method. After years of diligent practice, not only had he avoided the hair loss crisis that plagued Napoleon, but his hair had also become thicker, smoother, and shinier.
At that moment, Natasha noticed John's gesture and thought he wanted to fix his hairstyle. Gently, she reached out her hand to help him tidy up. One couldn't deny that mature women were incredibly considerate; aside from being slightly older, there was hardly anything one could criticize about them.
However, John quickly grasped Natasha's hand and smiled while shaking his head to indicate he didn't need assistance. They exchanged knowing smiles and seamlessly shifted their conversation to a deep discussion about the mysteries of human origins.
On the elevated platform, Napoleon cleared his throat and began his speech from the ornate throne.
"My esteemed ministers are the backbone of the Hecha Kingdom. I have summoned you all here today for matters concerning our kingdom's future development."
Meanwhile, John listened intently to the king's words while rapidly synthesizing the information being conveyed and cross-referencing it with the intelligence he had meticulously gathered beforehand.
This newly crowned king's rule was still fragile and far from solidified. Although the Third Prince had unfortunately passed away, the Fourth Prince remained alive and held considerable support. Over ten years of fierce struggles filled with open conflict and deceit had never ceased. Ultimately, after enduring numerous hardships, the prince ascended to that supreme throne. Yet even so, nearly half of the court ministers were loyalists of the Fourth Prince.
While nobles from the eastern regions had clearly expressed their support for the prince, their distant location limited their influence over the capital directly. The invitation extended to John and other nobles carried significant implications.
Firstly, it aimed to win over all noble factions outside the capital to strengthen his own power; secondly, it was intended as a seemingly simple yet profoundly significant cleansing operation. By interacting with John and others, he sought to identify truly capable individuals who could replace those entrenched old ministers in the capital. This would not only weaken the Fourth Prince's faction but also solidify and enhance the prince's rule.
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