Mitch stopped, turned around, and respectfully saluted, "Master."

The old man looked at him with a complex expression in his eyes and said gently, "This time, His Majesty trusts you, while others do not. Do not disappoint His Majesty's trust."

Mitch nodded, "Yes."

The old man reached out and placed his hand on his shoulder, kindly saying, "Take care and come back early. When you return, we should also start arranging your marriage with Felicity."

Mitch sighed and chuckled helplessly, "Master, I haven't even thought about getting married yet."

One day as a teacher, forever as a father, privately Mitch would affectionately call his mentor his master.

The master had a daughter named Felicity, and a long time ago, he said that he would arrange for Felicity to be betrothed to Mitch.

"At the command of our parents and the words of the matchmaker, you went back and talked to your parents. Felicity is not young anymore, she is waiting for you."

Mitch wanted to say something, but in the end, he just nodded and said, "Okay, Master."

Just as Mitch stepped out of the palace, a man came walking towards him from a distance. As soon as he got closer, he punched Mitch on the shoulder.

"I heard from my dad that Felicity is supposed to be betrothed to you, huh?!" The man's face was full of displeasure.

Mitch laughed and said, "Parents' orders are hard to follow."

The man snorted and said, "I don't care whether it's difficult or not. After my sister marries you, you must treat her well. If she suffers any grievances, I won't be your brother anymore. I will have to take your head with a knife."

Mitch had a headache and could only smile, saying, "I understand, but nothing has been decided yet. I have been ordered to go out this time, and I don't know when I will be back."

The man paused for a moment and said, "Mitch, take care."

His expression was not right, very gloomy.

Mitch just treated his friend's concern as a joke and comforted him in return, saying, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon. It's just a little restlessness of a small soldier after all..."

The man interrupted before he finished speaking, "I know, it's just that this journey is dangerous after all, you... you better be careful."

Mitch repeatedly promised, "Okay. By the way, could you please get some medicine for my mother?"

Mitch took out a prescription and said, "My mother used to have cold legs, and in winter, the pain would penetrate deep into her bones. This is the prescription I just obtained."

This time, he was in too much of a hurry to leave the country, so he didn't have time to get medicine for his mother. He had to leave now.

"After you pick up the medicine, remember to bring some sugar-coated haws that my sister likes to eat." Mitch reminded again, "And also my younger brother, he hasn't grown teeth yet, so buy him some soft food."

Friends nodded one by one, "Go ahead and rest assured, I will take care of it."

Mitch didn't think much and left the checkpoint that day with a few subordinates and the people from the military department.

Little did he know that, on this journey, he would become the leader of the treacherous traitors and rebels!

Just as I approached the military camp, there were soldiers shouting all around me. The black-armored soldiers and spears were pressing in, and in an instant, the sound of killing was getting closer!

"Daring rebel Mitch! How dare you dare to hijack the military camp in the past! Kill him!"

Mitch's pupils contracted, and in that instant, the emperor's complex gaze, the master's hesitant words, and the hidden meaning in his friend's words all flashed through his mind.

At this moment, he still didn't understand anything. It was a scheme specifically targeted at him.

Blood stained the ordinary slope, Mitch couldn't believe it even until his death, that he died like this.

Deceived and betrayed by the emperor I once respected, the mentor I held dear, and the friend who was like a brother to me, I was slain outside the military camp, with the ordinary hill stained with blood.

Dressed in white, stained with blood, Mitch's soul stood still beneath the dark clouds, unable to regain his senses for a long time!

Loyal to his subordinates, they were all killed in this conspiracy!

His crimes were discovered in the carriage he was traveling in, and were urgently sent 800 miles to the capital.

"Mother... sister!" Mitch panicked and swiftly flew back to the capital.

But when he arrived, the Dubin family had long lost their chance of survival!

How long did it take for this "evidence" to be discovered? The entire Dubin's Mansion had already been stained red with blood.

There were over a hundred people in the Dubin's Mansion, ranging from his parents, siblings, to the servants and staff.

"Brother... Brother!" In the blood-stained garden, the three-year-old sister sat on the ground, crying loudly.

"Rye, save me..." Darla opened her tender arms and cried, asking Rye for a hug.

Rye turned his face away, and the adjutant beside him immediately raised his sword and stepped forward.

"Don't... Rye, don't, don't!" became a frantic plea as Mitch, now a mere soul, lunged towards Darla, only to pass through her.

The sword fell, and he only had time to see Darla's severed head rolling.

Her eyes were still filled with tears, and her gaze was filled with fear.

Ding Ling...

The big sword that killed Darla was tied with a soul bell. Her tiny soul had just emerged from her body when it was extinguished by the soul bell.

The corpse separated... the soul scattered!

Mitch's eyes turned red in an instant, roaring as he lunged towards his friend, "Rye! You killed Darla, you killed Darla..."

The next second, he was knocked out by the ghost bell.

The Soul Bell wanted to kill him too, Mitch's black hair suddenly became useless, and his eye sockets turned red!

He grabbed the dim light of the Soul Bell with his backhand.

The soul bell rang sharply, and Rye's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked around.

"Act faster."

After saying that, he hurriedly took the people to the backyard.

Mitch spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his heart had been stabbed with a knife, fiercely churning!

If it could still be said that it was a misunderstanding just a moment ago, he would rather believe that Rye was forced and unable to react in time, unable to save Darla...

After he said these words, Mitch knew.

He was the mastermind!

"Mother... brother!"

Mitch stumbled and staggered towards the backyard.