Four Split Personalities

He hesitated for a moment, noticing that Dao En showed no intention of continuing the conversation, so after a brief silence, he sighed sadly, "Because of this useless body of mine, His Highness the Prince had to exchange carriages with me. Do you think I feel okay about it?"

"Of course you can feel okay about it."

A hearty voice suddenly rose outside the carriage, and as he saw the ebony carriage door, bearing the crest of the Shaven Royal Family, violently pulled open, a young man with sword-like eyebrows and luxurious brown hair rode alongside the carriage. He winked at the stunned Motan inside the carriage and chuckled, "It was actually me who hustled you into this carriage. How did it become ’His Highness the Prince exchanging carriages with himself’ in your mouth?"

Sin Knight, having barely composed himself, hurriedly stood up and gave a wry smile: "In the end, it’s all because of my physical condition..."

"If you’re not feeling well, then you need a good rest. If you’re uncomfortable about it, I’ll sit with you for a while."

Arthur Boh, who had just turned twenty-three this year, smiled and then suddenly leapt into the carriage from his horse, making no sound at all. His nearly six-foot elegant figure was as soft as a cat, indicating his great strength.

In fact, this Crown Prince of the Shaven Empire was indeed very strong.

He was so strong that he remained unbeaten in hundreds of exchanges with Marshal Galahad, a Legendary fighter. Even if it wasn’t possible for the Marshal to go all out during their ’exchanges,’ that veteran of three dynasties wasn’t the type to seriously go easy, proving how formidable Arthur’s abilities were.

Arthur was a High-Order Pinnacle Swordsman impeccable in skill, spirit, and physique. His sword, named after the knight order under Marshal Galahad’s command, the "Sword of the Shaven Emperor," and his swordsmanship, which he had derived from the Shaven Royal Court’s styles, was truly majestic. Even when facing an opponent newly advanced to Epic, he could possibly win.

It’s worth noting that this ’strength’ was merely a minor part of Arthur Boh’s personal capabilities. It wasn’t about trying hard to become stronger like rocketing into power, but his talents in other areas were even more dazzling.

Firstly, in the art of warfare, having Galahad as a tutor just like in martial arts, if one said that in terms of combat strength Arthur was merely a promising youth, then in strategy, this young man adept at using overt schemes had already surpassed Galahad to some extent. If given more real combat opportunities to practice and refine his tactical thoughts, surpassing his teacher was absolutely certain.

His most outstanding attribute was his ’way of the king,’ or rather, the path to kingship. For instance, if Arthur Boh was not the Crown Prince of the Shaven Empire but of the Violet Empire, then Shu Bresen might have left Sālāmù’ēn years ago to do what he desired.

It’s not that Arthur was particularly manipulative or extraordinarily intelligent, but he was simply a born sovereign with an almost unreasonable charismatic personality. Coupled with the intangible influences from the greatest emperor in the history of the Shaven Empire, William Boh, and some conscious guidance, Arthur had already possessed all the qualities needed to be an excellent Emperor three years ago.

And it was such a person who had become close friends with a mere Common Viscount in a short time, regretting they had not met sooner.

"So, Your Highness, why did you choose to ride a horse? Could it be because of my carriage... uh... well..."

Before Motan could finish, Arthur pressed him back into the seat, causing him to close his mouth with a wry smile.

"It’s certainly not because your carriage wasn’t comfortable enough for me, a person accustomed to luxury."

Arthur laughed loudly, nonchalantly sitting opposite his new friend and even carelessly propping up his legs: "I seldom leave Telon, so before departing, I had decided on a horseback ride. As for the carriage, it was actually meant to carry the luggage my mother prepared for me. As it turned out, my carriage is more comfortable, and yours, devoid of all these superfluous decorations, has more space. In my father’s words, this deal was killing two birds with one stone."

Motan continued with a painful smile: "Do you think I would believe that?"

"You should believe it."

Arthur blinked and gave a smile: "As for whether what you believe is real or not, it doesn’t matter much."

"Then, from now on..."

Motan shrugged his shoulders, exhaling softly, "I won’t say anything like thanking His Highness or feeling terribly frightened."

Arthur flashed a grin showing all eight teeth and clapped his hands: "That’s the spirit of the man I had high hopes for, Motan. How about I ask my father to cook up some reason to make you an Earl?"

"I appreciate the kind gesture, Your Highness."

Motan shook his head solemnly, laughing dryly: "I have already attracted quite a bit of attention because of Duke Galos. If Your Highness were to pull another such stunt, that would really be throwing the promising man you see in me into the fire."

"That’s true, let’s put this matter on hold for now, Mr. Dao En~"

Arthur nodded and then suddenly turned to Dao En, who was standing by the side.

"What do you require, Your Highness?"

Dao En immediately bowed his head in salute.

"Do you know how to ride a horse?"

"Yes."

"Then please trouble yourself to ride for me for a while."

Arthur, with a chuckle, pointed towards the window at the horse trotting beside the carriage and instructed, "If it doesn’t obey, gently scratch two inches below its left eye."

Dao En agreed, bowed once again, and during this process, he sneakily glanced at Mo, who gave him a confirming look. So he quickly leaned half his body out allowing the coachman to slow down. When the carriage speed decreased to three miles per hour, he directly opened the door, jumped out, and even smoothly closed the door behind him.

"Much appreciated~"

Arthur first opened the window and waved at Dao En, who had already mounted the horse, then turned to Mo and said with a smile, "Mr. Dao En is an excellent housekeeper."

Mo immediately nodded and shrugged, "That’s why I have already given him a raise twice during this period."

"Deservedly so."

Arthur snapped his fingers, then seemingly out of nowhere, pulled out a pocket watch that appeared to be crafted from pure gold and casually tossed it to Motan, "A gift."

"Uh, Your Highness..."

Motan, after catching the definitely gold-made pocket watch, was momentarily stunned, then jokingly said, "I hope this gift isn’t related to me being ’a man you fancy’, right?"

"I fancy your talent."

Arthur, finding it amusing yet exasperating, waved his hand and pointed out the window, "The gift is for Mr. Dao En."

"Understood."

Mo carefully secured the pocket watch close to him and nodded, "I will deliver it to him as soon as possible."

"No, this is your gift to Dao En, so don’t use ’deliver.’"

Arthur blinked his eyes and smiled narrowly, "If I remember correctly, you’re not exactly wealthy, are you? At least not for a hereditary Viscount."

Underneath the Sin Marquis Mask, a slight blush tinted his pale cheeks, then he nodded generously, "Indeed, that’s true."

"So, I’m planning to prepare some gifts for Duke Galos, Marshal Galahad, Viscount Digori, Duke Fossai, and my father the King, before returning to Telon. And of course, there’s the most important Lady Silent Prayer. We can send someone to buy them in advance on our way back. The Shaven Empire is never short of money, so surely its prince isn’t either," Arthur said, caressing a luxurious storage ring on his thumb with a light laugh. "If I remember correctly, the ’Gold-Inlaid Rose’ workshop in the Noble Street of Telon has some kind of event on the 10th day of the Phantom Moon Prayer – surely a chance to pick up some great items."

Mo didn’t refuse at first, but after a brief silence, softly repeated, "Phantom Moon... Prayer on the 10th..."

"That’s right, we’ve already discussed many topics before, so next..."

Arthur looked at Mo calmly yet eagerly smiled...

"If you can provide me some advice of equivalent value in terms of military, allowing us to return within a month, I’ll take good care of smoothing things out in all aspects for you, this struggling Sin Marquis. What do you say?"

Chapter Five Hundred Eighty-Five: The End