Chapter 227 : fortune teller

The middle-aged man, holding the life lamp, with an ordinary appearance, was none other than the actual ruler of the Icebound Nation: the Black God, Belobor.

In front of him, Westa, who was respected as the "Master of a Thousand Mechanisms," wore an expression as grim as his, but he still suppressed his inner frustration, methodically explaining the situation to Belobor:

"Lord Yan Yushu is guarding our southern border. Now that he has met with an accident, it is highly likely that it was the work of the Grand Master from the Yan Nation."

Although the Yan Nation had changed its name to the Xia Nation, the Icebound Nation was not easily willing to admit it. After all, the new ruler of Xia was very likely the one who killed Namo.

In just one month, Namo and Yan Yushu had both passed away, which was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the Icebound Nation.

"Didn't we hear that the only military force the Xia Nation has now is the new emperor who just ascended the throne? But recently, he's been busy with his coronation ceremony and a grand ritual at Mount Tai..."

"It shouldn't have been him. There seems to be an issue with the intelligence!"

The one speaking was the current King of Icebound: Ivan XVI, who wore a magnificent yellow robe, exuding an air of nobility, and looked very much like a king.

The only downside was that, as the ruler of the nation, he was currently sitting next to Belobor.

This important state-level meeting was not held in the royal palace but rather in a duke's mansion, and even more absurdly, he had no right to sit in the main seat.

Despite his frustration, Ivan XVI dared not show it. He looked down from above and asked the figure standing in the corner, "Lord Zhuoyang, can you tell us what's going on?"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the eyes in the room turned to Zhuoyang. He quickly cupped his fists and said, "I don't know either."

The moment he spoke, the gazes around him grew more unfriendly. Zhuoyang hastily added, his tone resolute, "Every word I said is the truth! I swear as a Grand Master! If I speak a single false word, let heaven strike me!"

These were indeed words from the heart. Since the news of the Yan Nation's change of dynasty had reached here, Zhuoyang had been completely bewildered!

The man named Fang Yuan... he had no idea where this person had come from!

Out of nowhere, he killed his most loyal ruler and then inexplicably ascended to the throne!

Wasn't the late ruler still planning to take over the Yellow Dragon and complete that grand plan? How did he just die like that?!

But over the past few days, Zhuoyang had begun to figure it out. No one would suddenly emerge out of nowhere, especially not a powerful Grand Master!

The only possible explanation was that Fang Yuan... was the late ruler himself!

For some unknown reason, the ruler had changed identities again. This time, he didn't choose someone from his own descendants but took over the body of an outsider!

It was probably part of a grand plan that was being brewed!

The more Zhuoyang thought about it, the more he felt his deduction was reasonable. But as an excellent undercover agent, he, of course, wouldn't share this important information with the high-level officials of Icebound Nation.

Seeing Zhuoyang swear this way, Ivan XVI snorted coldly and said no more.

"Lord Black God, Lord Fengshi is currently guarding the eastern region and cannot be spared. How about I head south to investigate the situation?" Westa spoke again.

"Not so fast." Belobor shook his head. "The fortune teller from Mist Court who came from afar is now a guest in our mansion, right?"

"Let's ask her to give it a try."

A few days ago, a woman named Sena from the Mist Court had entered Icebound Nation. She claimed to represent the Mist Court and wanted to form an alliance with Icebound.

According to her, the Federal Church was growing stronger and increasingly suppressing other nations on the Western Continent, seemingly on the verge of unifying the continent.

For self-preservation, many countries on the Western Continent were forming alliances, and some even traveled across the seas to seek help from other continents.

This woman from the Mist Court was said to possess extraordinary talent in divination, with profound abilities. Now was a good time to test her abilities.

If she was truly as powerful as she claimed, an alliance would definitely be beneficial.

After all, the ability to predict and divine had great value, as it could provide Icebound with invaluable strategic intelligence in war, giving them an advantage.

"Alright, I will invite her over immediately," Westa nodded and turned to leave the hall.

However, before she could take a few steps, she stopped because Sena had already appeared in the courtyard.

The middle-aged woman had a serene and dignified appearance, with a kind face. She wore a starry robe, resembling a holy nun descending to the mortal realm.

"I assume you all have business with me?" Sena scanned the hall, speaking kindly.

"You truly are astute..." Westa praised, then gestured for her to enter. "Please, come in."

Sena walked gracefully into the hall and took her seat elegantly.

Belobor's sharp gaze fixed on her, and he spoke, "We had a Grand Master in Icebound who unfortunately died at the border. We hope you can use your divination skills to find the true killer. Can you do that?"

A Grand Master from Icebound had been killed?

A Grand Master was the backbone of the nation, and their death was a huge loss to the country...

She knew that previously, a Grand Master from Icebound had died in the Yan Nation, and now another one had died...

This made her feel a bit uneasy about the alliance with Icebound. Was it still a wise decision?

As she pondered, a strong sense of horror suddenly surged in Sena's heart. She could clearly sense that the source of this fear was from the Black God Belobor, who sat in the main seat!

Could it be that he had seen through her thoughts and was warning her?

Black God Belobor... This strongest figure of Icebound Nation, even with her status as a Grand Master, she couldn't see through him.

There was probably a level of strength so far beyond hers that she wouldn't dare to probe his fate!

Thinking of this, any doubts in Sena's heart vanished, and she took a deep breath, then smiled again, "Do you have a medium related to the late Grand Master? The closer, the better."

"Of course," Belobor replied. With a wave of his hand, the life lamp floated before Sena.

"The life lamp... This item is closely connected to its owner's life. There is no better medium than this." Sena carefully took the lamp, her expression grave.

"However, the one who killed a Grand Master must also be an extraordinarily powerful Grand Master. It won't be easy to fully divine the killer's details... but I will do my best."

Sena decided to give it her all. It was time to show Icebound the value of the Mist Court.

This was a risky mission, but Sena believed in her divination skills and the divination tools she held.