As soon as Renne finished speaking, an extreme warrior next to him opened fire and shot an armor-piercing bullet, blew the prince's head, blood and brain matter splattered, turning into a headless corpse.

The crowd was stunned and screamed.

Among the captives, there were several sons, grandsons, and younger outstanding descendants, most of whom were extraordinary people, and were highly expected by Vikramatia II.

They watched their brothers and elders being shot to death, and they were silent and did not dare to make any sound.

Renn's soul eye could see clearly.

These people's emotions are as dark as blood, and their hatred for themselves reaches its peak.

If they have the strength and opportunity, they will kill themselves without hesitation and avenge the king and their families, but now they can only endure it.

However, Renne doesn't care.

"Speaker Rennes." A figure came out of the crowd, fell to his knees at Rennes' feet, and whispered: "I know where the royal treasure is."

Before Renn responded, a few people in the royal family angrily scolded him.

"Budiha!"

"You traitor, stop talking!"

Renn's eyes swept over, and the men immediately felt like they had their heads and skulls poured with snow water, their whole body was cold, and they could say a word.

He looked down at the man kneeling in front of him, looking in his thirties, with a slightly bloated figure, wearing a magic robe, and the soul eye showed that the other party was a legendary iron guard, only level ten, and the elements were very mediocre. He was nervous at this moment, but he was very active.

"Do you know me?" Renn asked.

"Yes, the noble Speaker Rennes." A trace of flattery was squeezed out on the man's face. "I have admired your name for a long time. Today I finally met you myself, which is stronger and noble than the rumors. It is so honorable that my castle can welcome a great person like you."

Renn touched his chin. He had heard too much about this kind of flattery in recent years.

"Your castle? Are you Viscount Maharat?"

The Thunder Crown Heavenly Soldiers tracked Vikramatia II and transferred the treasure to the castle, but did not have time to investigate the owner of the castle, only knowing that this area was Viscount Maharat, a lord around Nasik City.

"Yes, sir." Budiha crawled on the ground.

He said quickly like a bamboo tube of beans poured into the pot: "Sir, the royal treasure and the gold of the treasury are under my castle. His Majesty the King built a secret treasure house a long time ago. I know the entrance and the secret words, and I can bring the adults in immediately."

Renne did not respond immediately.

In fact, there is no need for Budiha to explain. The Eye of the Full Vision has already found the treasure, and I just want to question these people.

He looked at Budiha with a thoughtful look.

A cold sweat broke out from Budiha's forehead. Just when he thought he was saying the wrong thing, he heard Ren ask, "Vissue Maharat, does your family have royal blood?"

"Ah?" Budiha was stunned for a moment, but replied truthfully: "Sir, my great-grandfather is His Majesty the King's uncle."

"very good!"
Chapter completed!