"Father, I..." The third son of the Ross family was about to explain when he was interrupted by Roosevelt raising his hand.
Roosevelt looked at his third son, held his forehead helplessly, and said, "Let's end this matter here. Don't waste too much energy on them."
"They will probably leave after the auction is over."
"Yes, father." The third son replied respectfully.
Roosevelt looked at him, pondered for a moment, and then continued, "In a few days, your eldest and second brothers will be back. We're still a little short of the required number of cores, but we should be able to gather them after the auction is over."
"By then, your eldest and second brothers will be able to break through the star cluster level and advance to the galaxy level."
"Once this is accomplished, our Ross family will be the undisputed overlord of this trading star realm. Therefore, during this period of time, you must behave yourself."
The man hesitated, a worried look on his face, and said, "But father, I feel like other forces seem to have noticed our plan."
After hearing this, Roosevelt curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer.
"They already knew this, but they didn't realize those cores were actually used to break through to the galaxy level. They thought they were only used to break through to the star cluster level."
"Okay, I've made myself clear. You can go down now. Please be careful with your words and actions during this period."
"Yes, father." The third son, Rosilt, responded again, then turned around and walked out of the room with steady steps.
However, Rosalt didn't know that just as he closed the door, two black shadows quickly jumped out from behind Roosevelt and ran away.
Roosevelt whispered to himself: "Third brother, I hope you don't do anything stupid, otherwise..."
At this moment, Rosselt was walking along the corridor towards his room.
Along the way, servants and maids bowed and saluted him, but he walked straight past with a gloomy face.
After his figure disappeared into the distance, everyone slowly raised their heads and continued with their work.
Rosselt quickly returned to the room and walked straight into the secret room.
"Damn it, damn it! Why aren't they dead yet? Why?"
While cursing, Rosert anxiously took out a barrier from his storage ring, reached out to try to open it, but found that it did not move at all.
He was suddenly startled and immediately realized that there was someone in the secret room. Cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.
Almost subconsciously, he hurriedly took out the life-saving item and activated it without hesitation.
I saw a ball of light scanning the surroundings at the speed of light. Wherever it passed, any creature with signs of life died instantly.
In just a few seconds, a scan was completed, and two black shadows fell from the void without warning and died silently.
At the same time, the ball of light exploded with a "bang".
Rosselt took a closer look and found that the clothes the deceased was wearing were actually the exclusive attire of his father's Shadow Guard.
"This is my father's Shadow Guard... Could it be that my father has been suspicious of me for a long time?" He muttered to himself, with mixed feelings in his heart, fear and unwillingness intertwined.
He never imagined that his father would send the Shadow Guard to monitor him.
Looking at the two bodies of Shadow Guards on the ground, he realized that things had become extremely tricky.
"If my father really doubts me, what should I do next?"
Rosselt paced back and forth in the secret room, his mind racing.
He knew very well that Roosevelt had always been ruthless, and if he was found to have acted disobediently, he would be severely punished.
Suddenly, he stopped and his eyes became firm.
"No, I can't just sit there and wait for death. Now that I've come this far, I have to give it a try!"
Rosselt's eyes fell on the corpse on the ground, and he immediately raised his hand and put it into his storage ring.
Then, he hurried out of the secret room and headed towards Roosevelt's room.
At this moment, he looked terrified, knowing that only by taking the initiative to apologize could he alleviate his father's doubts.
After all, he had "accidentally killed" two Shadow Guards, which was no small matter. Yes, it was "accidental killing."
Thinking of this, he took out another potion and drank it, continuing with the previous words in his mind to change his thinking.
Soon, Rosselt arrived at his father's door.
He took a deep breath, raised his hand and gently knocked on the door. A moment later, a steady voice said "Come in" from inside the room.
Rosselt hurriedly opened the door, stepped in quickly, and knelt down in front of Roosevelt with a plop.
His eyes were red, his voice was filled with tears, and he said sadly, "Father, I deserve to die. I never thought I would accidentally kill two Shadow Guards!"
Roosevelt's gaze fell coldly on his third son who was kneeling in front of him, his face as expressionless as an ice sculpture.
After a long time, he slowly spoke, his tone calm but full of majesty: "Tell me, what exactly is going on?"
Rosselt quickly explained through sobs, "Father, after returning to my room, I wanted to activate the barrier as usual and spend some happy time with the beautiful woman I recently met."
"But for some reason, the barrier wouldn't break. I was so panicked, I thought someone was trying to harm me."
"Under extreme fear, he resorted to life-saving measures without hesitation."
"Who would have thought that I would end up accidentally killing the Shadow Guard you sent? This... This is truly a heartbreaking misunderstanding, Father!"
Roosevelt's face was as gloomy as he stared straight at his third son, Rosalt.
Rosselt's face was covered with tears, his eyes were full of fear and pleading, and he looked back at his father with tears in his eyes.
The two of them stared at each other in a stalemate for several minutes, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it was hard to breathe.
Finally, Roosevelt slowly withdrew his gaze, his expression unchanged. He just waved his hand slightly and said in a calm tone, "Go down. This matter ends here."
Rosselt felt as if he had been pardoned. He kowtowed heavily to Roosevelt, his voice filled with relief at having survived a disaster: "Thank you, father, for your understanding!"
After Rosselt left and the door slowly closed, the calm expression on Roosevelt's face remained unchanged.
He reached out and picked up the intercom beside him, and his slender fingers skillfully dialed a number on it.
Soon, the communication was connected, and he said calmly: "The plan is progressing smoothly. Now we just have to wait for the fish to take the bait. You must be ready at any time."
A crisp "Understood" came from the other end of the communicator, and then the other party seemed to hesitate. After a pause, he asked, "Then what should we do with the Third Young Master?"
Roosevelt's eyes turned cold in an instant, and he said without any emotion: "Just treat him as dead, don't worry about him."
"Understood." After a brief response, the call was hung up.
Roosevelt leaned back slightly in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest.
A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and he muttered to himself: "Whether you did it intentionally or not, the death of Shadow Guard is enough to prove that you have betrayed the family. Sigh..."
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