Chapter 1716 by Marina Vittori

“I’ve been frail and ailing since childhood and can’t deal with taxing work, not to mention trekking through mountains or waters, “Tristan explained.

“Besides, I’m just a scholar. Why would I need the Dracan essence to enhance my cultivation?

“Stop hesitating and just take it. You’re the future King of West Lucozia and a pillar of our nation. The stronger you become, the more prosperous our country will be. 1

“If I get the chance to inherit the throne, I will share the world with you, and together, we will create glory!”

Tristan patted Dustin’s shoulder with a smile, his last sentence implying a clear message. Since Dustin had accepted his treasure, he should support Tristan’s ascension to the throne, and it would be a mutually advantageous situation.

“Prince Tristan, I appreciate your generosity. Thank you,” Dustin said. Since Tristan had already put it that way, Dustin couldn’t find another reason to decline.

But the main reason was because the Celestial Eye would help him greatly in his search for the Dracan essences.

The Dracan essences would rapidly enhance his cultivation and allow him to breakthrough into a terrestrial immortal.

It was a tempting offer to any martial artist. Even if it went against his morals, he had to accept the gift. Dustin and Tristan continued chatting in the main hall after that, solidifying their collaboration.

It wasn’t until Grace picked a treasure and returned to the main hall that Dustin decided to bid farewell. He was utterly exhausted and only wanted to go back and sleep.

It was already past midnight when they left Tristan’s residence. Dustin was so sleepy that he had a hard time keeping his eyes open as he yawned repeatedly.

Once in the car, Grace glanced at the treasure box in Dustin’s arms and smirked. “It looks like you’ve made a deal with Tristan.”

“I had no choice-he offered too much. I didn’t know how to refuse.” Dustin shook his head.

“I can’t believe the Kirin would be blinded by treasures,” Grace teased. Then, she asked. “Have you ever considered that if you agreed to back Tristan, my other brothers would see you as a thorn in their eyes?”

“I’m aware of this, of course. That is why I will never back him publicly, only behind the scenes. Otherwise, it would be too troublesome,” Dustin responded.

“As Father said, Tristan is indeed a wise, empathetic ruler, but unfortunately, he is frail and ailing. He can’t live long. Are you sure you want to choose him?” Grace asked.

“What can I do? It’s all because of that old fox-your father’s absurd idea.” Dustin changed his tone. “If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be in this dilemma.”

“Father is under tremendous pressure. He’s just acting out of helplessness. The monarchy is unstable and facing internal and external threats. If the new King cannot gain the West Lucozian monarchy’s support, he will be doomed.

“That is why Father is letting you make the decision. He is showing his sincerity while also trusting you unconditionally,” Grace explained.

“I may not be able to handle this level of sincerity and trust,” Dustin sighed softly. “Forget it. I can’t be bothered with these matters. I’m going to let Rufus deal with this difficult problem.”

Dustin leaned back in the seat, closing his eyes and preparing to rest when suddenly, the car screeched to a stop.

Dustin lost his balance and fell straight into Grace’s arms. He was enveloped in warmth and a gentle fragrance.