Final Lord

Chapter 358 The King Meets the King

"Brother! I've brought the person!"

As soon as Wei Yi's knuckles touched the door, she pushed it open and entered, her movements so fast that Charles and his companions behind her didn't have time to straighten their clothes.

Sunlight streamed through the carved window frames, casting dappled shadows on the floor tiles of the lord's hall. Wang Bufu sat upright before a silver wooden desk, his quill pen tracing powerful strokes of ink on official documents.

Hearing the noise, he paused slightly with his wrist, and then drew an arc in the air with a flick of his pen.

Upon seeing Charles and his entourage enter, Wang Bufu nodded slightly to them, rolled up the official documents, pushed them aside, and neatly placed the ink bottle and quill pen in a very fluid manner.

Charles's pupils suddenly contracted.

The fluid, effortless finishing touches and the almost obsessive-compulsive neatness of the arrangement immediately triggered a flood of memories... In a daze, he seemed to see the king from his past life reviewing battle reports.

"Impossible, the King has already been swallowed up by the Gate of the Gods, how could he possibly be here?"

Charles quickly shook his head, trying to shake off the image from his memory.

But the worst thing about many things is having lingering hopes.

Once suspicion arises, it's like planting a seed in your heart, which takes root and sprouts without you even realizing it. Charles's amber eyes narrowed slightly as he discreetly observed Kate Gru before him.

His upright posture, handsome appearance, and even the dignified air that he inadvertently revealed between his brows were somewhat similar to the king in my memory.

In his previous life, the king was a middle-aged man in his thirties with prematurely gray hair, silver strands mixed with black hair, and he was exceptionally handsome.

The Kate Gru standing before him was clearly the same person Wang looked when he was ten years younger! The sharply defined jawline, the slightly upturned sword-like eyebrows, and those eyes that seemed to see through everything.

puff.

Charles's heart suddenly raced, and his fingertips unconsciously clenched his sleeves.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that there could be two people in the world who looked so alike.

"This is impossible..." he muttered to himself, yet he couldn't help but continue observing, feeling a tightness in his throat as if an invisible hand was choking his breath.

"You two have come from afar, you must be tired. Please have a seat."

Wang Bufu rose to greet him, gesturing for him to enter: "Uncle Ming, bring some tea."

"Okay, Master."

Before he finished speaking, Butler Ming, who was standing behind him, took out a crystal tea set from the tea box.

Uncle Ming tilted the teapot, pouring in amber-colored tea. Frost instantly condensed on the cup wall, and wisps of cold air wove a hazy mist around the rim of the cup.

"This is a local specialty."

Wang Bufu pushed the teacup toward the two guests, and the ice crystals collided with the cup wall, making a clear sound like wind chimes.

"While it cannot compare to the treasures of the royal palace, it has its own unique charm."

Charles's fingertips tensed abruptly the moment they touched the glass, a chill creeping up his fingers and engulfing his wrist.

This was no ordinary chill; the surging power of the rules within the cup was like the breath of the goddess of winter, causing even his soul to tremble.

Could it be that……

Charles looked up and saw Pietro staring blankly at the swirling ice crystals in his cup. "This tea... no, this teaware... the teaware clearly contains the aura of legendary rules!" Pietro's Adam's apple bobbed as he desperately tried to convey his message to Charles with his eyes.

Wang Bufu chuckled softly, his slender fingers tracing the rim of the cup, instantly transforming the frost on the tea into fluttering ice butterflies that scattered in all directions: "This is a little contraption my master made in his spare time; he said it's perfect for drinking iced tea in the summer."

Before Wang Bufu could finish speaking, an ice butterfly landed on Pietro's hand, instantly creating a miniature ice and snow barrier, which then melted away in an instant.

Pietro's pupils contracted sharply.

The fact that he could casually gift legendary artifacts to his disciples to play with suggests that the "master" Kate Gru mentioned was probably very close to him!
Those white cats must be the familiars of that epic, and although he had only met that epic once, he was certain that the epic was not of the ice attribute.

So far, only a small part of the power behind Wei Yi has been revealed, but every bit of it is terrifying.

First epics, then legends... will there be more? How many?
He glanced at Charles and saw that the young prince was staring intently at Wang Bufu, his eyes unwavering and his mind elsewhere.

The hall suddenly fell into an eerie silence, with only the soft clattering of ice crystals floating and colliding in the teacups.

Pietro suddenly realized that the negotiating leverage and rhetoric they had carefully prepared before coming were utterly child's play in the face of this tea set.

The power behind Wei Yi far exceeded their expectations. All their leverage came from the monarchy.

But when the other side has a legendary powerhouse, the royal power of the Bucks Duchy pales in comparison.

After all, the foundation of royal power is military force.

In the midst of this suffocating silence, Wei Yi's clear voice broke the stillness.

“Brother, this is a secret letter from the new Bucks King.” She held the gold-embossed letter in both hands, her emerald eyes sparkling with expectation. “The royal family has cleared our names.”

Wang Bufu took the letter with his slender fingers, the parchment making a soft rustling sound in his palm.

As his gaze wandered between the lines, a meaningful smile gradually appeared on his lips, a smile that seemed to convey satisfaction and was very gentle.

Pietro keenly noticed this change in expression and immediately seized the opportunity to step forward. He placed his right hand on his chest in a standard swordsman's salute, his voice slightly hoarse with tension: "Lord Kate, the late King Charles I was indeed misled by the Church of the Evil Spirits and made an unjust judgment against the Gru family. On behalf of the Duchy of the Stag, I extend my sincerest apologies to you."

He glanced at Wang Bufu's reaction, and seeing that the other was still fiddling with the letter in silence, he quickly added, "Now that the truth is out, the royal family is willing to fully compensate the Gru family for the losses suffered. Whether it's land, a title, or anything else, just name your name, and we will do our best to fulfill it."

"No need."

Wang Bufu suddenly raised his hand to interrupt, casually placing the letter on the table with a soft "thud." He glanced around at everyone, his smile gentle yet carrying an undeniable firmness: "There's no need to make things so complicated."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Pietro's forehead.

He mistakenly thought this was a sign that the other party was still angry, and hurriedly explained, "Lord Kate, I completely understand your resentment."

You should have been a national hero, yet you were branded a traitor and even besieged by a punitive army… But please believe that the royal family now genuinely wants to make amends for our mistakes.

"You've misunderstood." Wang Bufu suddenly chuckled, his laughter clear as a mountain stream, yet it made everyone present feel a little uneasy.

He said slowly, "I said there was no need for compensation, not because I harbored resentment."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the stunned Pietro and the still bewildered Charles, before saying, slowly and deliberately, "It's because—you truly did not wrong me."

"I have truly betrayed my country!"

(End of this chapter)