Noble etiquette constantly reminded her not to casually grasp someone's neck, even if he was unforgivable, he should be handed over to the law for handling.

This is the glorious tradition of Siwalant.

If she were the Judge, someone as rotten as Ethan should be on the gallows tomorrow.

"What's wrong with you all?"

Ethan cautiously asked. It seemed that his provocations had gone too far, even his teammates were somewhat affected.

"Was what you just used... magic?"

Vivian heard that Ethan was an Elemental Shaper, she suspected it was some kind of ancient magic, reminiscent of the Evil God's emotional manipulations.

No, even the emotional fluctuations the Evil God could cause were not as intense as Ethan's.

"This is not Elemental Magic; there's no such element in nature!"

The little yellow potato immediately distanced itself from Ethan, concerned about the reputation of the natural elements; none among them were as vile as Ethan.

"In some places, this could be called a magic attack."

Ethan said, "If you want to learn, I can teach you."

He could only say that these people who haven't experienced the internet age are too naive, they don't understand the danger of human hearts, while he had accumulated a set of experiences through trials.

Spreading rumors full of flaws, making low-IQ comments that could induce rage, making sure to drag unrelated targets into conversations, and the ultimate move, the Keyboard Politics Storm.

After a night of Ethan's effort, even the most cultured person couldn't help but want to punch him.

"No, thanks, I won't learn it."

Vivian refused outright, retreating several steps as she spoke, hiding in the corner of the room.

She couldn't imagine if she said such things in the Royal Palace like Ethan did, how swollen her parents would hit her butt.

Only the literary girl reacted differently from them.

She leaned over the window ledge, watching downstairs attentively, occasionally letting out "giggling" laughter.

There was a fight going on downstairs.

The reason for fighting had long become unimportant, their anger needed an outlet for release, some cursed haphazardly in the links, while those capable of action took wrenches to the streets.

The Wind Elemental Elf was excited, leaving the three only with a lightly trembling, laughing back view.

This made Vivian cast a suspicious look at the little yellow potato.

Why did she feel that the Wind Elemental and Ethan were birds of a feather, neither were any good?

"She was led astray by Ethan, she wasn't like this before!"

The little yellow potato defended her friend, the Wind Elemental she knew was quiet, liked to read during rest, and never caused trouble for others. But now, after spending time with Ethan, she had become a rebellious girl.

"But didn't you also steal something?"

Vivian suddenly remembered something, instantly becoming alert.

This little yellow potato was no saint either; earlier she had stolen Charman's staff, of course, in more traditional terms, it could be called highway robbery.

Vivian's face turned pale, feeling like she had fallen into a den of villains.

Thieves, robbers, war criminals, all elements were complete.

But on the other hand, she had to admit that Ethan's method was extremely effective; military production throughout Siwalant had come to a halt. Before the King of Ban Shi was brought to justice, residents of the Golden Kingdom found it hard to calm down and continue production, while the links were in complete chaos, making it impossible for normal people to stay in them.

She suddenly understood Ethan's plan.

"You want to cut off their means of communication!"

While still in the capital, Duke Stan mentioned that as long as the mask existed for a day, the King of Gold's rule could not be shaken. More terrifying than brainwashing was its ability to link the thoughts of everyone, allowing those in the capital to know everything happening miles away. Once war broke out, the soldiers of the Golden Kingdom acted as if driven by a single brain, making them invincible.

Duke Stan was pessimistic about war, not believing anyone could withstand such a powerful enemy, a civilization far beyond their understanding.

However, within one night, Ethan threw these seemingly invincible outsiders into chaos.

"That is one reason."

While speaking, the commotion downstairs ceased.

The Wind Elemental Elf's expression grew serious. The figure emerging from the shadows caused everyone to stop fighting; his right hand gripping the hilt of a short dagger at his waist, eyes full of gloom.

"They should be coming here too."

Charman and Crowley were infuriated by him, and they would surely do everything to find and capture him, the King of Ban Shi.

Anger is the best motivator, yet it often leads to loss of rationality.

While inciting, he deliberately let out some noises.

The fight downstairs, the hum of factory spindles not far away, and the periodic footsteps of "Hunters" passing in front of the building, once all these scattered details were pieced together, they would locate his hideout.

Cynthia had said Crowley was the first to follow the King of Gold, acting as the King's sharp knife.

In earlier years, without numerous Divine Artifacts, almost all assassinations were performed by Crowley, but after obtaining the 'Gospel' and 'World Distorter' artifacts, Crowley focused on internal affairs of the Golden Kingdom, with such acute eyes that no sign of rebellion could escape him.

For a long time, Cynthia was Crowley's main focus.

She knew Crowley well, and Ethan trusted Cynthia's judgment.

He believed Crowley would notice those details, locate their hideout, and come face him, the disruptor of Golden Kingdom's order, firsthand.

Just like Charman's purification ritual in the Town Hall Square, even if Kaisaros's followers knew it was a trap, they would resolutely proceed with their rescue plan.

The followers sought glory, and such glory existed in Crowley's heart too.

This house was provided by Kaisaros believers in Oak City, their long-standing activity center, isolated from the golden radiation with "shadow lamps".

In their words, it was a place unreachable by the will of the King of Gold.

"Eh? Should we flee?"

Vivian suddenly grew anxious. She had heard of the Six-Person Council's prowess from Duke Stan; they were invincible beings, wielding powers beyond ordinary comprehension.

According to Ethan's description, Crowley was a ruthless demon.

As for Ethan…

Vivian harbored a severe stereotype, believing that those who loved to talk were generally not very proficient in fighting.

"You won't be going anywhere."

The golden mask beside Ethan brought a message from the Death God.

A sharp knife pierced the door, slicing through the barriers set up indoors by the followers as easily as cutting through melons, unveiling an anger-filled mask, an apt scene for the moment.

Cynthia had mentioned this obsidian-forged dagger was a reward from the King of Gold to his most faithful servant, capable of shattering all magic and barriers, a true "Mage Slayer".

Crowley stared intently at Ethan, having already guessed the identity of the King of Ban Shi.

The room fell silent, their eyes locked.

In the next moment, the figure holding the dagger turned into a blur, rushing straight at Ethan.

The King's order was to capture Ethan alive, a "fascinating" individual, but now, Crowley decided to disregard fate.

He was returning to his primary duty.

The voice in his head told him Ethan was a scourge to the Golden Kingdom, even if he might succumb to the King of Gold's will in the future, he couldn't be left alive.

His job was simple.

Eliminate every threat to the Golden Kingdom, giving no time for them to become scourges.

Time stopped at this moment.

His blade slashed towards Ethan's neck, a method he had used to execute countless traitors.

And this time, he wouldn't fail either.