I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 403 The Pouch

The determination of Solorel was unwavering.

Titus fell silent. After some time, he quietly handed over the key.

In the past, it was the esteemed elders of the vampires who would make the decisions for their future. The elders were the ones who decided to invade the east back then, a decision that had cost three elders their lives and left Titus wounded, unable to recover.

Although Titus had never condensed divine mana in the past, he possessed an extraordinary magical artifact that, coupled with his stunning combat abilities, could challenge even Solorel.

But that was all in the past now.

The present Titus, without his magical artifact and his body still suffering from unrecovered wounds, was no match for Solorel, especially with the myriad of war generals under the prince's command.

Titus' strength lay merely in his long-standing experience within the vampire clan and the position of his son, who had ascended to the esteemed role of a prince.

His son, Anakin Langston, was one of the strongest among the ten princes.

Aside from Solorel, his influence and cultivation were the most formidable among the princes.

Moreover, Anakin had ventured into the mysterious Lost Ruins a decade ago, his fate unknown to all. If Anakin was still alive, his level of cultivation would be unfathomable.

However, it was equally possible that Anakin was no longer alive, leaving Titus with the task of knowing when to yield as a wise man.

After Titus had taken his leave, Solorel took possession of the ten spatial rings. They were housed within a beautiful antique brocade box.

Solorel then proceeded to the dining hall.

Inside, Jonathan and the others hadn't yet begun their meal as they patiently awaited Solorel.

Not only did Jonathan require much support from Solorel, but he also needed to hold the prince, a senior court official, in the highest regard, even if the former didn't need to depend on him.

Rising, Jonathan addressed Solorel with a warm smile, “Prince Solorel, we are all famished. Please, join us.”

Solorel came to stand beside Jonathan, then suddenly, he knelt down, bending both knees in the act of extreme reverence.

Jonathan was taken aback and hastened to lift Solorel. “Prince Solorel,” he said, flustered. “What are you doing? Please rise!”

Jonathan was genuinely shaken. With Solorel's stature and age, this act of deference was unexpected.

What was even more surprising was that he could not lift the prince.

Aurora and Walrion were equally taken aback.

Solorel spoke solemnly. “I have let you down and caused you humiliation today, Your Majesty. Please punish me!”

today, and I understand

meant every

a breath he didn't realize he was holding. At this

was akin to a slow-growing tree, and it wasn't going to

his feet, presenting Jonathan with the brocade box. “Your Majesty, these are the

distribute these rings among the

Majesty,” said

well past two

was delightful, and the midday ambiance lent a comfortable lethargy

in some wine, and the sleepiness that followed had them retreating to their respective quarters

not afford the luxury of an afternoon nap, for Solorel was paying him

official waited patiently outside the palace, demonstrating an impeccable understanding of courtly

wry smile. “Prince Solorel, you're my elder. Please dispense with the formalities. It would make me feel uncomfortable if I

his subject is inviolable,”

Solorel's hand, Jonathan guided him inside, saying, “Let's discuss

the drawing room, Jonathan spoke straightforwardly. “I presume you are here to discuss some

would be

a few matters at

a slight smile,

intend to hold a grand coronation ceremony a month from now. All the princes from various regions are expected to return to attend,” Solorel

will be amenable to this. They each have their territories and

due consideration as well. At that time,

“These men are longstanding members of the clan. Prince Solorel, I'm perplexed as to why you would be so resolute and ruthless against them to defend an outsider like

seen millenniums pass. What could possibly escape her discerning gaze? She

moment, Jonathan finally understood Solorel's thoughts, and with sincerity, he said, “In light of

you have any

have none. You may

the treasure vault. Here is the key. You should be in possession of it, Your Majesty.” As he spoke,

seem very

stood his ground and said, “Everything is yours. It's only appropriate that you have

moment of hesitation, Jonathan nodded and accepted

present you with a comprehensive report of our financial status. How you wish

words that

Jonathan nodded in acknowledgment.

on. “I plan to hold a meeting at your

Solorel, wouldn't that cause resentment among them? Hastiness could bring about unfavorable results. Let us take

voice remained unyielding. “It is necessary to do

tone, Jonathan let out a