This was undoubtedly the first time Prince Maribor had felt like he was going to wet himself in his own castle.
After leaving the council hall, the terrifying assassin disappeared. He could vaguely sense the person around him, but he couldn't find any trace of him.
Even though fully armed guards occasionally saluted him along the way, Prince Maribor still felt no sense of security.
He had personally witnessed the assassin eliminate a dozen or two people in an instant.
That was definitely powerful magic, and these ordinary guards beside him simply couldn't stand against a powerful sorcerer.
Moreover, under the influence of the Soul Contract, unless he dared to perish together, he couldn't even utter a cry for help.
With such conflicted and fearful emotions, Prince Maribor descended, dismissing several guards who greeted him, and finally arrived at the door of the treasury where his family's wealth was stored.
This was a vault protected by a massive metal door, not only equipped with three layers of security, but also permanently guarded by thirty soldiers.
Even if Guilliman knew its location, even if he eliminated these guards, it would be difficult for him to take the treasures behind the metal door.
But now there was no problem; with the biggest collaborator in this castle, everything would be easy.
In the underground vault, Prince Maribor, with a pained and distorted expression, ordered the vault guards:
"You are to leave the castle now. The vault no longer needs your guard tonight."
The captain of these treasury guards, a distant relative of Prince Maribor, had been guarding the treasury for many years and was quite loyal.
Hearing this strange order, he instinctively retorted:
"Uncle, didn't you say before that no matter what, we must never leave the treasury?"
"What's happening today?"
Hearing his retort, Prince Maribor's fear and distorted emotions seemed to find an outlet.
His face contorted into a furious expression, and then he fiercely slapped his distant relative across the face, causing his nose to bleed profusely and tears to gush.
"You damned commoner, how dare you question my orders!"
"All of you get out, or else I'll hang you bastards for disobeying orders."
Facing such an enraged Prince, the treasury guards dared not ask any more questions and scurried away with their tails between their legs.
Even if they knew the order was problematic, in this medieval feudal environment, disobeying an order could be an even greater crime.
A few minutes later, only Prince Maribor remained in the underground treasury. He hesitated, then took a special golden key from his waist and inserted it into the vault's keyhole.
Gritting his teeth, he still didn't dare to disobey the terrifying assassin's command, and nervously opened the treasury door.
Click! Click! Click! Click!
The sound of gears turning echoed.
As the treasury door opened, a bright golden light streamed out from within. Even Prince Maribor, standing outside, temporarily forgot his fear, looking at the treasures inside the vault with a somewhat intoxicated expression.
However, before he could revel for a few seconds, a large hand clapped him on the shoulder, and a playful voice said:
"As expected of Prince Maribor, a family that has ruled this city for over two hundred years truly possesses astonishing wealth."
"Alright, Your Royal Highness, please go wait for me in the garden now."
"I'll just take a few things from the treasury and then come find you."
Prince Maribor heard this with an expression of disbelief, but he dared not refute, only stammering nervously:
"Are you really only taking a few things?"
"This contains not only my wealth, but that of my entire family. If there's any significant loss, my whole family will be enraged."
Guilliman gave the Prince a look as if he were an idiot, then snorted and said:
"I'm just one person, how much can I take, no matter how much I grab?"
"What, do you want to stay here and supervise me?"
Prince Maribor dared not say another word and scurried away with his tail between his legs.
If he could, he wouldn't want to spend another second with this demon-like assassin.
After the annoying person left, Guilliman turned his head to look at the vault again, and not only did his eyes become sparkly with money, but the corners of his mouth also uncontrollably curled upwards.
A two-hundred-year-old princely family, even though this treasury didn't contain all of Prince Maribor's family's assets, not even a third of it, as most of any ruler's wealth consists of real estate and other immovable properties.
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