Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Within Nicholas's palace, the atmosphere was thick with rage, almost suffocating. Cracking and popping sounds echoed incessantly, as if even the air itself trembled. He stood amidst the wreckage, surrounded by shattered porcelain and ornaments, the fragments glinting coldly in the sunlight.

Nicholas roared in fury, his voice filled with endless resentment and unwillingness. He seemed consumed by rage, only able to vent his emotions in this way.

"How dare Soren? What right does he have to the Wenk Royal Manor? That was mine…" he growled through clenched teeth, each word laced with hatred.

That manor was more than just a piece of property to him; it was a symbol of the glory and power he had once dreamed of.

Now that Soren had seized it all, how could he not feel anger and resentment? A manic glint shone in Nicholas's eyes, his hands clenched into fists, as if gathering even greater strength to unleash his rage once more.

His impotent fury reverberated within the palace, but none of it could change the facts.

Soren had already obtained the Wenk Royal Manor, while Nicholas could only vent his emotions helplessly, allowing the flames of anger to burn within his heart.

Upon hearing the news, Empress Maria swiftly summoned Nicholas, fearing that his impulsive actions would anger the Emperor.

The moment Nicholas stepped into the palace, Empress Maria's face darkened, and she rebuked him sharply, "The news of you smashing things in your palace has spread throughout the imperial palace. What are you doing? What kind of behavior is this!"

Not far away, the two head maids, one in red and one in blue, felt the tension in the air, their eyelids twitching slightly, clearly intimidated by Empress Maria's reprimand.

Jessica, clad in a red leather armor, maintained a blank expression, but secretly rejoiced. She was happy to see Empress Maria and Nicholas in trouble, as it was part of her plan.

Having already agreed to teach Prince Soren swordsmanship, she only needed to feign respect and put in a little effort to achieve some results and gain Prince Soren's trust.

To completely pledge allegiance to Prince Soren, she needed to offer a 'proof of loyalty'. She could only continue to lurk around Empress Maria, secretly monitoring this arrogant mother and son.

While Jessica was contemplating her future plans, Empress Maria suddenly snorted coldly, her gaze sweeping across the surroundings.

Jessica's heart tightened, cursing inwardly. She quickly lowered her head and bowed, retreating from the palace with the other maids.

Inside the palace, only Aiqi Mili and a few trusted maids remained.

Stepping out of the palace, Jessica smiled disdainfully, muttering to herself, "Don't think you can rest easy now. I have my own ways."

Deep within the imperial palace, Empress Elizabeth sat quietly by the window, her gaze passing through the carved window frames, landing on the distant garden. A trace of contemplation lingered on her face as she played with a report in her hand—an evaluation of Soren by Gustav.

She was the only one in the entire imperial palace who could guess Gustav's intentions.

She smiled slightly. Gustav's insight was indeed sharp, discerning Soren's potential at a glance.

However, she never expected Gustav to be so optimistic about Soren, which surprised her greatly.

"But it's all for the best. I hate Meilin more than the Harun family!" she whispered, tossing the report into the fire. The flames leaped, consuming the report, leaving only a wisp of smoke. A hint of determination flashed in her eyes.

In recent years, Meilin had turned the entire Court Mage Order into an impregnable fortress, handling internal matters internally. She had even secretly executed Elizabeth's confidants who had infiltrated the Mage Order, treating the Court Mage Order as her personal possession.

Elizabeth understood that Meilin's actions had seriously threatened the stability of the imperial palace. She needed to find a way to weaken Meilin's power, preventing her from acting as she pleased. And the Harun family was a trump card in her hand.

She stood up and walked to the window, overlooking the entire imperial palace. She knew that the royal family had not been this lively in a long time.

Early the next morning, Reizel took his youngest son, Morey, and set off for the manor in a carriage.

When they arrived at the manor, the butler, Munster, had been waiting at the entrance for a long time. He led Reizel and his son to the workshop where Soren was located.

Inside the workshop, the craftsmen were working busily, the shouts of the craftsmen and the clanging of hammers intertwined.

Prince Soren held blueprints in his hand, intently directing the craftsmen.

Reizel and his son stood at the entrance, watching this scene, and could not help but sigh at Prince Soren's brilliance and courage.

"Your Highness! Dean Reizel and his son have come to visit!" Butler Munster said respectfully, his voice loud and powerful, his etiquette impeccable.

Prince Soren raised his head and saw Reizel and his son. He put down the blueprints in his hand and smiled as he walked towards them. His smile was warm and kind, making people feel extremely comfortable and at ease.

"Dean Reizel, welcome to the Wenk Royal Manor," Prince Soren said. "I have recently successfully researched a new method of refining fine salt, which is very efficient. I would like to consult you on how to mass-produce it."

Dean Reizel was overjoyed when he heard Prince Soren's words. He knew that this was Prince Soren showing his goodwill to him, and it was also an opportunity to establish a good relationship with Prince Soren, laying the groundwork for future adoption.

Soren handed the parchment regarding the fine salt refining technology to Reizel.

Reizel carefully took it, his eyes like torches, focusing on scrutinizing every detail on the paper.

His originally calm and waveless pupils suddenly dilated at this moment, revealing an unbelievable shock.

This technology was so exquisite and unparalleled!

If it could be produced on a large scale, then fine salt would no longer be a luxury enjoyed exclusively by those nobles, but could possibly enter thousands of households and become a common item on the dining tables of ordinary people.

The significance of this was too great.

"This… This…" Reizel was struck by the shock of this technology, and for a moment he was incoherent, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Butler Munster, seeing this, tactfully left quietly to prepare afternoon tea for Soren and the others, so that they would have more time to discuss this technology.

Soren, seeing this, was secretly satisfied. He knew that this technology was undoubtedly a huge fortune for the Harun family. And the reason why he was willing to share it was naturally for his own plans.

Reizel took a deep breath, calmed his excited mood, and then said confidently, "Your Highness, this technology is my sincerity to you. I propose that we share the technology, and we will divide the profits from future production by seven to three."

He paused slightly, then added, "Of course, Your Highness gets seven, and we get three."