Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1567

Rafael stared blankly. "Mr. O'Higgins, w-what nonsense are you even saying?"

Stanley shook his head and barked, "Watch your mouth! Who gave you the guts to question me? I'm not making anything up. It all began over 100 years ago when I was just seven!

"You see him, the emperor on the golden throne? He was also seven back then. We met for the first time that year and instantly became best friends. All these years, I've thought constantly about returning to that palace to find him.

"But I knew I could never go back. So, I spent enormous effort and half my lifetime searching until I found this place."

Stanley's voice carried incomparable excitement and ecstatic joy.

Struggling, he tumbled down from his wheelchair. When his subordinates tried to help him up, he pushed them away. Under everyone's disbelieving gaze, the frail, withered man dropped to his knees.

He straightened his robes, then lowered himself, face to the floor, offering a full bow.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

Kevin's heart pounded as he said, "Damn, he's telling the truth! He really is someone from 100 years ago, and he actually knew that dead guy on the throne!"

Rafael's expression looked extremely grim. He himself had no idea that Stanley had this kind of past. He only knew that Stanley was someone with enormous influence abroad, so much so that even coming from the Driscolls, Rafael had to treat Stanley with utmost respect.

Moreover, this foreigner was incredibly knowledgeable about Etharia's history, especially the affairs of the Fallen Crimson Dynasty. Being able to successfully enter this underground area and find this palace could be said to be entirely Stanley's doing.

Behind the artificial rock, Andrew exhaled deeply and said, "Stanley has lived for at least over 100 years!"

Rafael, Mosby, and the others all had somewhat strange expressions on their faces.

Kevin smirked and said, "This is absolutely ridiculous!"

From the dragon throne, the puppet's voice carried a hint of anger. "Stanley, we are now separated by death itself! You've seen me again. Your wish is fulfilled. I have long rested here; I seek no more disturbance. So now, take your people… and leave."

Stanley slowly raised his head and smiled. "Your Majesty, I will leave. But before I go, I ask for one thing."

The puppet replied, "What do you want? Gold? Jewels? Ancient relics? Everything in this tomb belongs to me. You may take one thing—but only one."

Stanley lifted a trembling hand and pointed to the pavilion at the center of the underground lake.