Chapter 565

At that moment, a large crowd was kneeling on the beach behind Leon Silva.

They were all wearing outfits from medieval times, ancient yet extravagant.

In this era, it would seem bizarre and mysterious to have a scene as such.

After a long while, at the wave of his hand, one of Leon’s men had handed him an ancient hunting bow.

He bent and shot with his bow, but it was not an arrow that flew out but a fishing spear.

Along with what seemed like the sound of thunder, a pool of blood came out of the surface of the ocean after a moment.

The hunt exclusively for Prince Silva had ended.

He put down his bow and wiped his palm with an exquisite embroidered silk handkerchief repeatedly for forty-nine whole times. Then, he tilted his head up and looked back at the crowd and said, “Stand.”

“All hail the prince!”

The crowd stood up in order while still keeping their hands bent on the side. The scene was more grandeur than the one with Quinton York.

At that moment, people were lining up in