Chapter 7: His Secret
The news of the new prince spread across the Kingdom of Marcel. Messengers from other nations returned to their homelands carrying the heavy news. The people of the Marcel Kingdom were surprised and shocked.
They were eager to know who the lucky boy was that had been adopted by their King!
King Ezerel is the only king said to have married from the ancient kingdom of the Jeng Dynasty, the Chinese family in this mysterious world. Compared to the other nations, the Marcel Kingdom is quite formidable.
Having the highest trade value and artifacts, they are among the ten great nations in the world. Though the Marcel Kingdom isn't well known for swordsmanship or magical abilities, their artifacts make them formidable. They are the nation that produced new generational technologies—weapons feared by other nations. And it's all because of the Soul Stone, which was found three hundred years ago.
The Marcel Kingdom is on its way to becoming the richest kingdom in the world. No one understands how the Soul Stone was found by their ancestors, but it has become a source of wealth and power for them all.
Meanwhile
Ma Feng yawned as he heard a loud knock on his door. He had been given a beautiful and luxurious chamber after being declared a prince. Ma Feng slowly got up from his bed and walked to the door.
"I'm coming," Ma Feng called out as he opened the door. His eyes widened in shock at the sight of the beautiful maid standing before him, holding a tray of outstanding and delicious cakes in her hands.
"Greetings, Prince Ma Feng... I am here to bring your first breakfast," the maid said while bowing her head before him. She was wearing a rather seductive dress, but Ma Feng wasn't into women, not because he disliked them, but because he didn't know how to love—he had never loved in his life.
"My first breakfast? So this is how a royal enjoys life, huh? This is awesome," Ma Feng said to himself as he drooled over the cakes. He wiped his mouth and took the tray from the maid.
"You can leave," Ma Feng said, closing the door with his foot. He walked over to the bed and placed the tray down, rubbing his hands together and licking his lips.