Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

As Soren sat in the dining hall, preparing to enjoy his morning fried eggs.

Suddenly, the doors of the dining hall were thrown open, and a gust of cold wind mixed with the morning mist rushed in.

Soren was stunned, the knife and fork in his hand suspended in mid-air.

In that moment of stunned silence, several guards in uniform barged in, and in their midst, a figure was rudely shoved forward, crashing heavily onto the floor.

It was Mister, completely naked and disheveled, utterly devoid of his usual composure and grace.

"Your Highness, I've brought the person you requested." Jennifer respectfully bowed and reported to Soren, who was seated at the head of the table.

Soren's eyes widened as he looked at the sudden scene before him, his face filled with shock and confusion.

His breakfast was still on the table, the steaming food a stark contrast to his mood.

After a long silence, Soren finally picked up his cutlery again and continued to enjoy his breakfast.

A subtle tension filled the dining hall, and Mister obediently closed his mouth, waiting quietly.

Soren's meal was meticulous and elegant, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

It wasn't until he gently wiped the crumbs from the corner of his mouth that he slowly raised his head, his eyes fixed on Mister with a piercing gaze.

"Do you know why I had you brought here?" Soren's tone was calm and indifferent, as if the question wasn't that important.

Mister's heart tightened, and he cautiously shook his head, a hint of confusion and guilt in his eyes.

"N-No, Your Highness."

Soren chuckled softly, stood up, and prepared to leave, "If you don't know, think about it slowly. Tell me when you figure it out," his voice devoid of any warmth.

Seeing this, Mister became anxious. As a nobleman, he had indeed done many unsavory things in his life,

but at this moment, he really didn't know where he had offended this powerful Crown Prince.

He hurriedly said, "Your Highness, please enlighten me. I really don't know what I've done wrong."

Soren stopped, turned around, and a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes, "So, you admit you've done many wrong things?

Mister's heart sank, and he cursed himself for his slip of the tongue.

He quickly waved his hand and explained, "That's not what I meant, Your Highness. I haven't been here long, and I really don't know what taboos I might have broken," his tone revealing deep caution and unease.

Soren looked at him, a meaningful smile on his lips, but he didn't say anything more, turning and leaving the dining hall.

Leaving Mister in place, his heart in turmoil, at a loss.

Soren strode out of the dining hall, a clear displeasure on his face.

He glared at Jennifer and said unhappily, "I told you to arrest someone, but I didn't tell you to bring them to me so early.

Doing this will only bring unnecessary trouble to Viscount West and the others."

Jennifer's heart jolted, and she realized she had made a serious mistake.

She cautiously asked, "Your Highness, what should I do now?"

Soren took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions.

He pondered for a moment, then said coldly, "Leave him there for now! You accompany me to meet our future big clients. Don't let them think we've been impolite."

Thus, in the vast dining hall, only Mister was left kneeling alone on the floor.

Two guards stood by, their eyes fixed on him, as if to say, "Don't even think about making any moves."

Mister had no choice but to kneel obediently, without even the chance to sit down.

Time passed slowly.

His heart was filled with helplessness and anxiety, not knowing what he had done wrong, nor what fate awaited him.

Two hours passed before Soren leisurely returned to the dining hall.

He glanced at Mister, who was still kneeling on the ground, a faint sneer appearing on his lips.

"Do you know where you went wrong?" Soren's voice was cold and authoritative, causing Mister to shudder involuntarily.

Mister raised his head, meeting Soren's gaze.

His heart tightened, but he refused to yield: "Your Highness, I don't know where I went wrong. Please tell me."

Soren frowned upon hearing this.

He didn't expect Mister to be so stubborn.

However, this was also good, at least the game wouldn't be too boring.

"Don't know?" Soren chuckled softly and said, "Then I'll let you think about it slowly. Tell me when you figure it out."

With that, Soren turned around without hesitation and left the dining hall, leaving Mister kneeling alone on the hard floor.

As soon as Soren's footsteps crossed the threshold of the dining hall, the fear and panic in Mister's heart finally erupted, and he cried out, "Your Highness, I know my mistake, please grant me forgiveness!" His voice echoed in the empty dining hall, sounding particularly desolate.

Mister came from the distinguished Crodo family, whose father, Tyrrell, was known as the family's brain trust.

Before Mister set foot in this northwest region, Tyrrell had solemnly warned him that this place was particularly sensitive due to the presence of Crown Prince Soren.

Given the delicate relationship between the Crodo family and the Crown Prince, he had to remain low-key to avoid being targeted by Soren.

Tyrrell had repeatedly emphasized that Soren was an extremely rule-abiding person, and as long as he didn't leave any handle, he didn't need to worry about Soren's suppression.

Everything he encountered today made Mister deeply believe in his father's advice, and he couldn't help but want to slap himself twice for doing that kind of thing on the way here.

Soren stopped, slowly turned around, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with a hint of戏谑: "Oh? Then tell me, where exactly did you go wrong?"

Mister lowered his head, his voice trembling and带看心虚: "I... I robbed a village on the way."

The smile on Soren's face instantly froze, his eyes becoming sharp.

He turned to look at Jennifer, who immediately understood and turned to investigate the matter.

"Very good, robbing a village, how many people died?" Soren asked grimly.

The Northwest is barren, and each village has been formed after more than ten or dozens of years of development.

And the village also represents the population.

For the Northwest, which is in urgent need of development in all industries, both villages and population are extremely important.

Mister's head was almost touching the ground, his voice trembling slightly as he said, "Except for two who resisted too fiercely and were killed, the rest were captured by me and prepared to be taken back to the territory as slaves."