From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 662

Chapter 662 Violet Lund of Envine

Julian sat up straight. His eyes were glinting with a sharp intensity.

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At that moment, Leander finally came back to himself. “Well, look at you, scheming like a pro!” he said with a low chuckle, nodding in admiration. “First, you let the word slip, baiting all the King Phase grandmasters to fix their gaze on the Lowells. Then today, at the auction, you handed that broken sword over to someone else right under everyone’s noses. Boom–attention completely redirected. And just like that, the Lowells are off the hook, no strings attached. That… that’s some next–level maneuvering right there.”

Julian, holding the broken sword, was useless–it got him nowhere. If the other King Phase knew it was with the Lowells, the whole family would be an easy target. But this move was pure genius. He wasn’t after the sword. He used it as bait to pull the Lowells clean out of this mess.

Julian threw back his head and laughed, shaking his head. “You’re flattering me. I had no choice. The Lowells have been sitting pretty in Ravenridge for a century. The whole family’s entrenched there, every branch anchored in the town. If any hidden King Phase operatives got wind of them, it would’ve been a nightmare. I run the Lowells. I had to do it.”

He turned to Leander. His expression was sobering. “But Sovereign Ashcroft, have you really thought this through? If you take the Mornwick Military Command up on their offer, the kind of trouble heading your way isn’t even on anyone’s radar yet. Every King Phase here today, both the obvious and the shadowy, will have their eyes glued to you. You’ll be walking around with a target painted on your back, and God knows how many threats, hidden or blatant, will be coming for you.”

.eander didn’t answer, but inside, everything was crystal clear.

This time, the four–hundred–year King Phase grandmasters had gathered at Ravenridge for one reason: that broken sword. And beyond those four, there were bound to be plenty more King Phase grandmasters sneaking in, countless eyes all fixed on the

veapon.

Whoever managed to claim that sword would instantly become everyone’s target, marked by scores of King Phase grandmasters. When that happened, it wouldn’t be a fight–it would be a massacre aimed solely at them. The danger would skyrocket exponentially.

Julian spoke while watching Leander’s expression closely. He had to ask himself honestly–if the roles were reversed, he wouldn’t Jare accept the task. With that many King Phase masters watching, unless the person had the strength to crush everything in their bath, it was a death trap at every turn, a gamble for survival with almost no margin.

The air in the Gazebo held still for a full minute. Then Leander stretched lazily, his arms reaching wide. His gaze was calm, almost innervingly so. “Mr. Lowell, you don’t need to worry about this one. Since I promised General Leon, I’ll take whatever risks come my way. And besides…” His eyes sharpened suddenly, an almost palpable intensity shooting skyward. “This thing? I have to have

t.”

Julian could see the fire flickering deep in Leander’s eyes. He narrowed his own and nodded. “If that’s how you feel, then I’ll leave t to you. Don’t stress too much. My Martial Alliance grandmasters are already on their way to Ravenridge. Once they arrive, even the four I mentioned earlier won’t dare act recklessly.”

Leander waved him off as if he hadn’t heard. “Mr. Lowell, I don’t need anyone’s help. Right now, the only thing I care about is how this auction works. Normal auctions? Sure, the highest bid wins. Whoever has the most money takes it. But for something like the broken sword of Infinity Sword Immortal, a treasure of the martial world? Money isn’t going to cut it.”

He wondered, right at that moment, how he could manage to snag that broken sword at the auction.

Leander heard him and straightened up. His expression sharpened a bit. “I’ve got this all figured out,” he said. “When the broken

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sword comes up at the auction, I’ll change the rules. No more bidding. Instead, every Martial Practitioner here will have to put one of their treasures on the table. I’ll look at the value of each item, mix in a little of my own taste, and pick the one I want. Whoever brought that item will walk away with the broken sword.”

He glanced at Leander with a half–smile. “Of course, that’s just the official line. No matter what incredible treasure anyone else shows up with, even if you only hand over a plain rock, I’ll still award the broken sword to you.”

Leander drained his coffee and gave a slight nod. He had never felt anything like this before. It was a total first for him–this kind of behind–the–scenes advantage. The two of them lingered in the Gazebo for another forty minutes. It wasn’t until twenty minutes before the auction started that they finally got up and headed toward the Lafayette auction hall.

Outside the Lafayette, people of all ages, dressed in vintage styles, were converging toward the entrance. Some of the Arch held floating dust in their hands. Other priests wore gray priest robes. There were young men with long swords slung across their backs and women carrying ivory flutes. Everyone looked strikingly out of place compared to the trendy, modern crowd of the West.

Still, not a single Lafayette server dared to treat any of them casually. Each one carefully handed out coffee and drinks, moving cautiously as if they were walking on eggshells around every single person.

Two days before the auction even started, the higher–ups at The Lafayette had already given them a heads–up. After all, these men and women had just arrived at the hotel in their outlandish outfits, and each one looked like someone they definitely didn’t want o mess with.

nside the hotel lobby, Gwen, as the person in charge on behalf of the hotel, naturally stayed behind to greet the martial world colleagues who had traveled so far. Then, a stir from outside the main doors caught everyone’s attention. Everyone’s heads turned, ind Gwen couldn’t help but look back, too.

hat one look froze her expression for a moment. A spark of admiration flickered across her eyes.

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