Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Anka had just finished his daily training, and the sweat hadn't dried yet. His tight training clothes clung to his body, revealing his muscular physique. However, the constant twitching of his right eyelid made him uneasy, and a sense of inexplicable anxiety spread through his heart.

Suddenly, a personal guard of Soren's came running, panting, his face filled with anxiety. He leaned close to Anka's ear, his voice low and urgent: "Centurion Anka, something terrible has happened! His Highness has been kidnapped by assassins! Hiltin and Baffi are seriously injured. Your assistance is urgently needed to track down the assassins."

Upon hearing this, Anka's face changed drastically, his eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

He took a deep breath, allowing himself to recover from the shock, and reacted quickly: "Quick, take me to the office immediately!"

At this moment, in the military camp outside Fuerga, there were many figures, and the sounds of horses' hooves, armor, and tense shouts intertwined.

Two centurions, five quartermasters, and a dozen chiliarchs were urgently dispatched to track down the assassins. Their departure filled the military camp with tension and unease.

This scene naturally attracted the attention of Kleimen and Brell.

Surprisingly, they seemed to have known about it beforehand. Facing the chaos before them, they simply observed quietly, without expressing any opinions, and instead sent people to stabilize the situation in the military camp.

Brell looked at the batches of officers being dispatched, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief, as if rejoicing in something, and as if worried about the future situation.

"His Highness truly has great methods!" he muttered to himself, his tone revealing a hint of admiration and helplessness.

Raine stood beside Brell, asking with a puzzled expression, "Teacher, do we still need to continue investigating?"

Brell gently shook his head, replying, "No need, it's about time for us to return to the Imperial City."

"Return to the Imperial City?" Raine's brow furrowed, clearly surprised by this decision.

Brell patiently explained, "If the situation is really as His Highness said, then the situation in the Imperial City may be much more severe than we imagined. As the Minister of Military Affairs, I must return as soon as possible to stabilize the overall situation."

"Ah!" Raine suddenly understood, but then said worriedly, "Then doesn't that mean everything here will depend on His Highness?" His words seemed to inadvertently overlook the existence of Kleimen, the First Legion Commander, and Alfonso, the Legion Commander.

Brell smiled slightly, reassuring him, "Don't worry, there should be an experienced veteran sent to oversee things. Let's pack our things, and we'll return to the Imperial City with Alfonso's legion tonight." His tone was firm and calm, as if everything was under his control.

Anka rushed to Soren's office, entering without knocking.

He saw Soren sitting at his desk, elegantly enjoying afternoon tea, his expression leisurely and content.

This scene immediately filled Anka's heart with an ominous premonition. He looked around, finding Hiltin standing quietly behind Soren, his gaze stern.

And on the other side, where Baffi should have been standing, was now Pfaelzer, who was looking at him with a half-smile.

"Greetings, Your Highness!" Anka forced himself to calm down and saluted.

Soren raised his head, a meaningful smile on his face. He casually tossed out a document, saying lightly, "Centurion Anka, take a look at this document. I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation."

Anka's heart sank, he bent down and picked up the document from the ground, his hands trembling as he opened it.

With just a quick glance, he felt dizzy and his heart raced.

Those densely packed words and numbers were like sharp needles, piercing his nerves.

These were all the evidence of his embezzlement over the past few years. Every transaction, every misappropriation of public funds, was recorded clearly.

Anka's face instantly turned pale, he felt his world collapsing.

"What's wrong? Centurion Anka, is there something wrong with this evidence?" Soren's tone was still calm, but a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

Anka gritted his teeth, knowing that he had nowhere to escape. He looked up at Soren, trying to find a trace of pity or forgiveness in those deep eyes. However, he only saw coldness and sternness.

"Your Highness... I confess to all my crimes. I am willing to accept any punishment."

Soren looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

The atmosphere in the office suddenly became unusually oppressive, as if even the air had solidified.

Anka knew that his fate was now in Soren's hands, and what awaited him was unknown punishment and endless regret.

After a long time, Soren finally couldn't help but burst into laughter, the laughter echoing in the empty office,

carrying a hint of jest and relief.

He slowly walked to Anka's side and reached out to help him up.

Anka, however, seemed to be frozen in place, his whole body stiff, not daring to move at all.

"Centurion Anka!" Soren's tone was somewhat teasing, "I have long investigated everything about these years. The part of the money you embezzled, in addition to sending it back home, you also secretly funded many wandering knights, and cultivated many excellent knights for the Royal Guard Knights. I quite admire this effort."

Hearing this, Anka suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with hope. As if grasping at a life-saving straw, he quickly stood up, staring intently at Soren's eyes, "Your Highness, this subordinate deserves to die. I was led astray by Baffi, and went down the wrong path. Please give this subordinate another chance to make up for past mistakes." His voice was trembling but firm, revealing deep remorse and determination.

Soren looked at Anka before him, a trace of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

It was because he knew Anka's nature that, in the game, when he learned that Baffi was going to rebel, he held Baffi back with his death, giving the forbidden spell time to cast.

That's why Soren was willing to give him this chance.

It's just that the death penalty can be avoided, but the living penalty is unavoidable.