The Legendary Man novel Chapter 848

The Legendary Man Chapter 848-Jonathan stopped dead as he stared at the trail before him, finally understanding why Zachary had hesitated so much earlier.

Previously, because of the incident in Northern Crimson Prison, Jonathan had wanted to kill Karl to avenge his dead comrades.

However, Karl claimed that Eshistan had a complicated defense formation, and he was also holding on to many top secrets regarding the country’s missile defense system.

If Jonathan were to kill him immediately, his successor would need several months at least to familiarize himself with the immense amount of information.

Karl’s absence during those few months would also mean that any long-range missile threat Eastern Army had toward the surrounding countries would disappear.

Hence, he pleaded with Jonathan to let him find a suitable candidate to become the next Prince of Diyouli.

More importantly, Karl had also promised to be dealt with by Jonathan once the handover was completed.

Now that everything was done and dusted, it was time for Karl Hamilton to die.

As Jonathan thought back to how he and Karl had fought so valiantly together in some of the bloodiest battles, he couldn’t help but feel his heart clench.

“Shut down any news of me leaving Edenic Heights. I’m making a trip to Doveston.”

After glancing at No. 1 Villa at the foot of the mountain, Jonathan promptly turned around and headed back toward the peak.

Just then, Zachary stepped in front of Jonathan and bowed.

“Mr. Goldstein, must Karl really die?”

“How else would I avenge the seventy thousand comrades who died in vain?” Jonathan replied flatly. “The title of Prince of Diyouli can’t even save him, so what makes you think you guys can? I know Hades and the rest of you are in constant contact, so let them know that if anyone dares to intercede for Karl, they’re to leave Asura’s Office immediately.”

After saying that, Jonathan lightly tapped his foot to morph into an afterimage and teleported to an opposite trail.

Zachary gazed at the man’s retreating figure and let out a heavy sigh.

The next second, he brought his phone up to his ear and mumbled, “Well, you guys heard it yourselves. There’s no use trying. We can’t protect Karl.”

…

Back in Zedfield, Yaleview, Wilbur sat in a rocking chair in his yard as he flipped through a book on military strategy.

When he was still the chief of Yaleview Army, he couldn’t understand why he’d always find Joshua sitting in the yard, buried in books.

He used to think that Joshua was up to no good and that the latter was only trying to find ways to one-up him.

When Wilbur took over Joshua’s position, though, he finally had an epiphany—a chess player would never stop thinking about the game outside the chessboard.

In the past, no matter how much power Wilbur had, he was still nothing more than a pawn that Joshua used to keep the balance between Asura’s Office and the eight respectable families.

Whether pawns like him got to live or die depended solely on the chess player’s decision.

It didn’t even matter if one was powerful or not; anyone was disposable if it meant being able to win the game.

Now that Wilbur had jumped out of the chessboard, his survival was entirely in his own hands.

At that moment, the person opposite him wasn’t any of the famous Eight Kings of War but the ultimate chess player—Eva Salladay.

“Are you just going to sit around and drag things out with us, Wilbur?” Eva mumbled as she sat casually on the table.

Despite the slight displeasure in her tone, the carefree smile on her face never wavered.