Otherworldly Companions: Every Handsome Man is Extraordinary

Chapter 194 Brothers and Brothers Respect

“I thought you were going to be following Lord Jiang Yu around for a while longer, you’re back so soon.” Turner Yuria sat in a large chair, looking at Keslan who was leaning lazily against the fireplace.

“I’m not a dog,” Keslan snorted through his nose. He wore a black V-neck shirt adorned with pearls, and a narrow, matching silk ribbon was wrapped around his long, sexy neck, serving more of a decorative purpose than a practical one.

Even if you say no, these pearls might actually be from Hollandpur.

"Could he have been sent back?" Turner rarely joked with his cousin, but he couldn't help but laugh when he saw the cousin's face darken for a moment.

"Who would want to talk to that blind, good-for-nothing woman who can't judge people?" Keslan retorted stubbornly, but the thought of her pathetic state when she came out of the sea made him furious.

"Tsk tsk tsk." What does it mean to be deeply mired in love? What does it mean to be devoted to someone so deeply? Turner thought to himself, "Kaslan hasn't shown any interest in women all these years, but I didn't expect him to blossom so quickly."

Unable to stand Turner's teasing manner, Keslan forcefully changed the subject, "That old madman doesn't think he can bargain just because he sent you to see me. Let me tell you, not a single penny less."

“Who would dare owe you money?” Turner rubbed his nose. “I’ve been prepared for this for a long time. You could have just sent one of your men.”

“My men wouldn’t dare come to this cannibalistic palace, so I, as the leader, have to come here to collect debts and support my family,” Keslan said sarcastically with a hostile expression.

"By the way, I heard that old madman isn't doing so well?" Keslan finally thought of something that made him a little happier. He was getting tired of standing, so he walked over to another chair in front of the fireplace and sat down.

“Perhaps it’s because the thing he’s been longing for has finally come to an end, and the weight has been lifted from his shoulders.” A trace of heartache appeared on Turner’s face. “Although he is the king, no one truly loves him, and no one is willing to do anything for him.”

"Come on, he didn't make things easy for anyone else either," Keslan said dismissively. "Besides, you love him. He has won the love of a wise and benevolent ruler. Turner, remember this: if you weren't the next emperor, he wouldn't love you."

Turner knew perfectly well that what he said was true, but he was still grateful for the father-son-like mentorship he had received over the years; he had long regarded the man as his own father.

"Doesn't that mean the burden is now all on your shoulders?" Keslan didn't care about their scornful pretense; he only cared about the upcoming change of leadership and the transfer of power.

Turner was a soft-hearted and upright man, and before he went mad, the empire could have continued its upward trajectory for at least several more decades.

“As long as he is alive, he will be the emperor of the Ocean Empire.” Turner did not answer directly, and this perfunctory response earned him a roll of the eyes from Keslan.

"What's up with Newt? I heard he's been insisting on joining you guys." Turner poured a cup of hot chocolate and handed it to him. This fearsome cousin didn't like drinking and was afraid of the cold; his favorite drinks were hot and sweet, like milk and chocolate.

"This kid just wants to make money. He finally outlived his mentally ill wife, and now all he can think about is making money. He thinks he can hitch a ride on my past relationship with me." Keslan was pleased with Turner's perceptiveness; he was thirsty.

"However, I suggest that if you can see him, you should remind him that I don't recognize anyone in the Yuria family except you. If he pushes his luck, I'll kill him."

“Okay, I’ll definitely pass it on to him.” Turner smiled awkwardly. Of course, he couldn’t let Zai get killed, after all, the fact that the Left Prime Minister’s family was able to be purged so quickly was largely thanks to his cooperation with the Ren family. He couldn’t help but laugh when he thought of Newt’s expression of wanting to vomit at the mere mention of Ren Kecheng. He really felt sorry for Newt.

"By the way, are you sure you don't need my help?" Turner hesitated for a moment before asking, "After all, it's not impossible for the Empire to intervene."

"I'm not saying this to be mean, but you worry about far too much. What, are you the most brilliant mind? The Yuria family has never produced a philanthropist before. Are you trying to fill that gap? Why do you worry about everyone's business and want to help with everything? I wonder if you can even sleep at night. What, do you want to shorten your limited lifespan even further?"

Slan is really something else. He's already said and explained that he doesn't even care about that stinky woman Jiang Yu. Why is Turner, that good-natured guy, meddling in this?

Enough with the small talk, let's get back to the main topic.

“The old madman is not up to the task now, so I can only remind you.” Keslan’s clear yellow eyes looked at Turner, completely different from his relaxed and humorous demeanor; they were very serious and alert.

“Our long-standing suspicions were not wrong; there is indeed a problem in the sacred mountain of the Aurora Empire. My people have uncovered some clues, and although things seem stable for now, the appearance of that sea monster has given me a certain intuition.”

“Just watch, the balance that the Holy Mountain has always maintained is about to be broken. If the Aurora Empire is thrown into turmoil, the Ocean Empire and the Forest Empire will also be affected.” Keslan looked at Turner. “Unlike you, I only need to manage my own little plot of land and support the brothers who follow me. Your birth is linked to the fate of the nation. You can see things hundreds or even thousands of years into the future. As long as you need it, I will continue to investigate for you.”

“It’s all just a matter of prolonging life. Even if we touch the truth of this world, we are just insignificant ants. The tragedy of understanding the secrets of heaven is that we can only throw ourselves into it, unable to change anything, and can only watch helplessly as we are swept away by the torrent of history toward destruction.” A strange expression, a mixture of pain and joy, appeared on Turner’s face.

Why do people go mad? Because they are shackled from birth. The truth of the world never sets a code for them. They see it clearly but are powerless to change it. They watch all the hustle and bustle of the world, busy, tired, and struggling for this cruel and ridiculous truth.

A short lifespan is not a curse, but a liberation.

No one can live to old age carrying such a shocking secret.

Keslan couldn't understand. He had asked Turner before, but he only smiled and remained silent, unable to speak, unable to speak.

"Alright, the accounts are settled, and I've told you everything I needed to tell you. I'm off; these past few days have exhausted me, I need to go back and get a good night's sleep." Keslan stood up, waved his hand, and left with his last words. "My dear cousin, enjoy life while you can, don't overwork yourself."

The tall, slender figure quickly left, the door opening and closing again separating the two men with a strange connection, and shattering the bubble of brotherly affection they had just shared. The former cousins, one inside the door and one outside, almost simultaneously turned cold in their eyes.

The smiling tiger is incredibly cunning and far more difficult to deal with than that old madman. His soft heart and uprightness are reserved for his subjects, not for his former cousin.

The old madman's desperate attempt to clip his wings was an open declaration. Turner, on the other hand, seems to be looking out for you in every way, yet you never know when he might stab you in the back—that's the truly terrifying thing.

Keslan thought coldly, it seems I need to start planning earlier and change my tactics.

Turner, on the other hand, was a far cry from his previous kind and tolerant demeanor. He sank into the sofa with a blank expression, his long fingers tapping the armrest repeatedly. He didn't believe that Keslan would open up to him so completely because of some trivial friendship from their youth. He must have sensed something, which was why he was so eager to show his loyalty.

This man is terrifying. He not only inherited the Yuria family's greatest fighting strength, but also their wisdom of sophistry. How can such a person not have his territory limited, how can his wings not be clipped?

But we cannot become his enemy. The emperor is right; to break his will, we must use the soft knife of a woman, for tempered steel can be softened by a gentle touch. It all depends on whether that Lord Jiangyu can prove himself and help him eliminate such a major threat.

As for the mess that Aurora Empire is in, there's no rush. Turner let out a long sigh and closed his eyes on the sofa.