Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Sauron hadn't expected Fiana's family to have such well-informed sources, getting this news so quickly.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a confident smile, as he said, "It seems your family's intelligence network is quite impressive. However, returning to the capital to avoid the storm? That's not my style. If those old monsters want to come find me, let them come. I want to see how capable they really are."

Fiana sat up with some urgency, pulling the blanket around her body, and said with a serious expression, "Don't underestimate them. Many of these old monsters have been stuck at their bottlenecks for a long time. To break through to the Saint Realm, they've become desperate. Once they find you, they'll definitely use any means necessary to force you to hand over the method. You'll be in danger then."

Sauron reached out and pulled Fiana back into his arms, comforting her, "Darling, don't worry. Since I dared to let this news spread, I naturally have countermeasures. Besides, the situation here in the Northwest still needs me.

I can't retreat just because of those potential threats."

A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Sauron's mouth, and a glint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

Although he currently only had the undead puppets A'Da and A'Er left, these two undead puppets possessed a power that would chill the hearts of any opponent. Even when facing those so-called old guys, he had enough confidence to deal with them.

Those old guys, despite having immersed themselves in cultivation for many years and accumulated profound power, Sauron was not afraid.

Sauron even looked forward to those old guys being unable to restrain themselves and coming to cause him trouble.

If they really came, it might be an excellent opportunity for Sauron.

If he could kill these old guys and offer their bodies to the Honored One, that would be the best possible outcome. This would not only solve the immediate threat but also be considered making up for his mistakes.

In Sauron's heart, the Honored One's orders were like the Sword of Damocles hanging overhead, constantly keeping him on edge.

Originally, the five Saint Realm puppets were key to guarding the three major labyrinths.

But now, the cruel battles and various changes had left him with only A'Da and A'Er, a situation that made him feel very troubled.

However, Sauron knew clearly that these two undead puppets could not be handed over under any circumstances. They were his greatest trump cards in this complex and dangerous situation.

These two puppets carried too many possibilities. Their power was not just their combat effectiveness,

but also a form of deterrence.

With them around, those old monsters who coveted his method for breaking through to the Saint Realm would have to carefully consider their actions.

Once he handed them over, he would be like a beast that had lost its fangs and claws, left at the mercy of others.

Before he broke through to the Saint Realm, these two puppets were his key reliance for ensuring his safety and continuing forward. Therefore, he had to find a way to protect them.

The next day, as the morning light just began to filter through the seams of the tent and onto the ground, Sauron, still immersed in sleep, was awakened by Jennifer's urgent voice.

"Your Highness, the Crown Prince, someone from the capital is here," Jennifer's voice carried a hint of nervousness. She knew that this sudden visitor would inevitably cause quite a stir in the camp.

Jennifer quickly picked up his clothes and came to Sauron's side, carefully helping him dress.

Her movements were light and skillful, her eyes focused, occasionally stealing glances at Sauron, her eyes revealing an undisguised admiration.

"Are you coming to my place tonight, or am I coming to yours?" Sauron's mouth curled up slightly, with a hint of mischief, as he leaned closer to Jennifer, smelling the alluring fragrance of her hair, and asked softly.

Jennifer's cheeks instantly turned red, like ripe apples. She lowered her head shyly, hesitated for a moment, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, "I'll come to Your Highness's place!" Her heart was beating uncontrollably faster, this ambiguous atmosphere making her both nervous and excited, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Now, she was also very enthusiastic about having intimate relations with Sauron, as it was greatly beneficial to her cultivation.

After dressing neatly, Sauron, with his upright posture and extraordinary bearing, came to the main tent.

His gaze was like lightning, instantly spotting a mage covered in dust standing there.

The mage's clothes were stained with the dust of travel, but they still couldn't conceal the mysterious aura around him.

Sauron casually glanced at the badge on the other party's chest, a pattern he was all too familiar with: the Royal Mage Corps.

He immediately understood that this person was sent by his own aunt, the eldest princess.

"Greetings, Your Highness, the Crown Prince!" the mage said respectfully, his voice echoing in the air.

Sauron merely waved his hand nonchalantly and asked in a flat tone, "A member of the Royal Mage Corps, what's the matter?" His demeanor revealed an innate majesty and an understanding of courtly intrigue.

The mage named Barit felt Sauron's disregard, and a flash of displeasure immediately crossed his eyes.

He also held a certain position in the Royal Mage Corps, and had never been treated with such coldness. However, he also understood that the current Crown Prince was no longer the same as before.

The successive great victories in the Northwest, this series of brilliant achievements, like shining stars, not only illuminated the sky of the Northwest but also deeply rooted in the hearts of the people throughout the empire.

These victories had undeniably established Sauron's reputation and status.

In the current situation, even if His Majesty the Emperor wanted to replace him as Crown Prince, the officials and nobles would not agree.

Because Sauron had become the hope of the empire, the leader in the eyes of the people who could lead the empire to a more glorious future.

Barit knew this well, so even though he was unhappy in his heart, he did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

"Your Majesty has asked me to invite you back to the capital for urgent matters!" Barit said respectfully, lowering his head slightly, not daring to look directly into Sauron's deep and majestic eyes.

Sauron simply nodded noncommittally, then went to his desk and began to slowly flip through the mountain of official documents piled on the desk.

These were all official duties that he had to deal with today, related to many affairs in the Northwest, the deployment of troops, the supply of materials, the planning of wasteland development, and so on, each of which was of utmost importance and allowed no carelessness.

"I know. After I finish arranging these matters at hand, I will return to the capital!" Sauron responded while flipping through the official documents, without even raising his head. His tone was calm and firm, clearly not wanting to disrupt his original plans because of this sudden recall.