Shit!!!


    The guards immediately dropped to the floor and shivered in front, while avoiding the beggar’s gaze.


    No!


    The man wasn’t a beggar, but a God of death who could kill them off just with his gazes alone.


    When they all thought of the fact that they had previously stoned the man, they couldn’t help but shiver silently.


    Some took out their daggers and quickly cut out one of their toes, while others stabbed themselves instead.


    It was better for them to hurt or punish themselves.... than to let this walking monster do it for them.


    Because if that was the case, they might not even survive the punishment at all!


    So without a moment’s hesitation, they quickly pulled out their swords or daggers, injured themselves,id down t, and shivered with their foreheads touching the ground.


    Blood gushed over the ce, and the injured men all held in their pain and tried to steady their thoughts... while trying to beg for the monster’s mercy.


    "We are worthless fools, who have failed to realize your greatness.


    Please spare us, your majesty!"


    As the men begged, cold sweat slowly tricked down their backs and forehead.


    They only prayed that his majesty would let them live after this.


    But of course, how could it be so?


    The monster..... or rather, the man who they called his majesty, wasn’t someone who took kindly to insults.


    He just looked at the shivering men with a cold glint in his eyes..... and walked right into the pce.


    And who was this monster?


    Of course, it was none other than Alec Barn.


    .


    Seeing that his majesty had not said anything to them.....while Alec walked into the pce, the shivering men all got up and began celebrating, as if they had returned from some great battle.


    Hurray!


    They had survived!!


    They celebrated merrily around the gates.... but what they didn’t know, that in a few hours from now, they would be crying instead.


    The tattered clothed Alec Barn walked into the pce calmly.... and this time, no one dared to stop him.


    Previously, while the charade was going on at the gates.... those going in or leaving the pce had all stopped to watch a good show.


    But when some of them noticed that it was Alec, they had quickly passed on the word to their fellow maids, guards, and so on.


    Word travelled fast in the pce.


    It had to, should in case there was an enemy outside and so on.


    And coupled with the fact that these people literally didn’t have many ways to entertain themselves..... of course they had to master the tedious art of gossiping and storytelling.


    They retold the incident at the gate, so many people now knew that if they saw a tall burly hooded man wearing brownish tattered clothing..... then they shouldn’t dare to insult or harm the person, because that was Alec freak** Barn!


    With that clear warning, when Alec walked past them..... they all stopped what they were doing and bowed towards him instead.


    "We greet your majesty!"


    "We greet your majesty!"


    "We greet your majesty!"


    Everyone did their best to avoid Alec’s wrath.


    Heck!


    Even those who were on horseback.... and even those who were driving wagons past Alec, had to stop and alle down.


    How could they be sittingfortably when his majesty was trekking instead?


    Immediately, many of them offered Alec their horses.


    But with Alec’s weight and physique, not any type of horse could handle him.


    So out of the many horses that were offered, only one could actually do the job.


    He quickly got on and rode towards his resident building within the pce.


    And while he rode, he continued thinking of who could’ve been behind his attack.


    .


    Throughout his entire journey here, his entire thought had been on survival.


    Because he didn’t have any free time to think when he was travelling, time was of the essence.


    So sometimes he would ride for 2 days straight, before sleeping away again.... and after that, he would do the same again.


    He had fought off entire gangs of thieves, fought off nobles who also thought that he was a beggar, rode for days without sleep, avoided ve traders and so on.


    Hence he had been thinking of how to avoid death, rather than who had previously tried to kill him and his men after his trip to Baymard.


    Even after arriving in the Capital, he could’ve just announced his return... but since he didn’t know who his enemy was, he chose not to reveal his identity instead.


    Who knew if the people that were after him had spies all around the Capital?


    Who knew if they were waiting for him at every turn?


    If he had shown himself when stepping into the Capital, they would definitely try to kill him before he even reached the pce.


    As for why he hadn’t previously revealed his identity to the men at the pce gates, that was because he wanted to see if there were any spies amidst them.


    Spies would always be on the lookout for Alec’s tall robust body.


    So if they had any suspicions toward him, they would’ve tried to kill him first, while trying to hide his face and his identity..... and acting as if they had indeed gone after a beggar instead.


    So rather than behaving like those ones outside, they would’ve just killed him instead.


    .


    Once Alec stepped into his residency, he quickly took a bath before calling in several of his other trusted knights immediately.


    ’Bam!’


    "Your majesty!


    How dare they attack you?!!!"


    Several of the knights trembled from rage.


    Even though Alec was scum, he indeed had people who were overly loyal to him to a fault.


    "Your majesty!


    I suspect Baron Jamison!"


    "Your majesty..... I suspect Duke Longstrom!"


    "Baron Hewitt!"


    "Duke Ryan!"


    "No!.... your majesty... I suspect City Lord Sanders!"


    Hearing Sanders’ name, Alec quickly raised his hands indicating for them to quiet down.


    "Why do you suspect Sanders?"


    "Your majesty!


    It has been more than 8 months since you sent Sanders on an errand in the Western Territories.


    This alone is very suspicious, because we haven’t even heard a single word from his end.


    And your majesty.... is it really a coincidence that you also got attacked in the western territories close to his city?


    I think not your majesty!" Said one of the knights.


    Alec nodded his head while listening, and felt that it was a possibility.


    Because why would Sanders stay quiet all this while, if something suspicious wasn’t going on?


    He had previously wanted to visit Sanders on his way back to the Capital, but with the attack.... home had no choice but to cancel the trip.


    In fact, now that he thought about it again... Sanders was definitely one of the prime suspects in this case.


    But how could Alec have known that the suspect he was thinking about was dead?


    Landon had killed both Sanders and Marder Shannon when they had previously attempted to take over Baymard.


    So what suspect?


    He was DEAD!!