An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2557

The Gilded Chamber stood at the heart of the inner city, offering valuable items such as panaceas, artifact weapons, and rare martial arts manuscripts.

Only dignitaries and martial arts experts ever entered its doors. Ordinary people couldn’t even afford to peek at the price tags, let alone purchase anything.

Inside, Cassius Hawke—an elderly man with gray hair—reclined comfortably in a chair while listening to music. He held a small metal flask in one hand, occasionally taking a sip.

At that moment, a luxury car screeched to a halt at the entrance, leaving long black streaks on the stone pavement.

Before the vehicle even stopped, Matthias leapt out, opening the door. The moment he walked into the Gilded Chamber, he began issuing commands.

“Get your chief out here! I have something important to discuss,” he barked.

“Looks like no one told you how things work around here,” Cassius replied coolly, not even glancing his way.

He remained reclined in the chair with half-closed eyes.

“If you want to buy something, you must make an appointment,” he added. “We don’t accept walk-ins.”

“I’m Prince Matthias Linsor. I need to see your chief immediately. Delay me, and you’ll answer for it,” Matthias snapped, flashing his gold badge to verify his identity.

“Oh, it’s Prince Matthias. Please forgive my disrespect,” Cassius said with a mock bow while staying comfortably seated. It was obvious he had no intention of rising.

He continued, “Still, rules are rules. No appointment means no service.”

“What kind of attitude is that? Do you think I won’t tear this chamber down?” Matthias growled.

Anxiety gnawed at him, yet Cassius remained unfazed, showing no sign of deference. With his temper, Matthias would have acted long ago if he hadn’t come seeking help.

“Tear the place down if you wish. My answer will not change,” Cassius replied without batting an eye.

“You…” Matthias seethed, his scalp tingling, nearly at the point of snapping. Suddenly, he remembered the pendant Seamus had given him. He produced it and held it before Cassius.

“Look closely, old geezer,” he said. “This is a pendant from your chief, and it guarantees me a favor at no cost.”

“Hm?”

Upon seeing the pendant, Cassius’s expression changed instantly. He quickly stood and leaned in to examine it closely. After confirming its authenticity, he frowned.

“Where did you get this?” he asked. “Wasn’t this supposed to be in Sir Mosey’s possession?”
At the mention of Seamus’ name, something clicked in Matthias’ mind. “So, you recognize it? Then you must be the chief of the Gilded Chamber.”

Very few knew about the pendant. If Cassius immediately recognized Seamus’ name, it was clear his background wasn’t ordinary.

“That’s right. I’m the chief of the Gilded Chamber,” Cassius said. His expression then turned serious. “Tell me, Your Highness—did Sir Mosey give you that pendant?”

“He did,” Matthias confirmed with a nod. “I’m in trouble, and my uncle told me to bring the pendant here. He said you’re the only one who could help me.”

“Sir Mosey once saved my life. I owe him,” Cassius replied, shaking his head. “But Your Highness, you’re skilled in strategy, strong, and backed by powerful allies. If someone like you can’t handle this, I doubt someone like me can make a difference.”

Whatever trouble Matthias was facing had to be serious.

“Others can’t help me—but you can,” Matthias said urgently. “I need Mr. Hawke to intervene, and you’re the only one who can convince him.”

He didn’t hold back and quickly explained the situation.

Cassius frowned. “I didn’t expect the royal gods of the Hall of Gods to act so brazenly. Do they really think Dragonmarsh has no one capable of stopping them?”

“Sir, I was desperate earlier and may have spoken out of turn. Please don’t take it personally,” Matthias said sincerely. “But now I must ask—will you go in person and request Mr. Hawke’s help? Only he has the strength to protect Dragonmarsh from this threat.”

Cassius sighed. “My father has been in seclusion for years. He no longer concerns himself with worldly matters. Convincing him to act would be next to impossible.”

“Even so, please try. Right now, he’s our only hope,” Matthias pleaded earnestly.

“Fine. I’ll try—but don’t expect much,” Cassius said.

“Thank you.”

“Wait here, Your Highness. I’ll return shortly.”

With that, Cassius turned and disappeared into the back.

Matthias paced anxiously near the door. He had no idea what was happening back at the estate. If Zeus had already finished his assault and left, convincing Ezekiel to act might be meaningless.

After nearly half an hour, Cassius finally returned.

Matthias rushed forward. “Well? Did Mr. Hawke agree to help?”

“My father said he doesn’t interfere in mortal conflicts,” Cassius replied. “But in honor of the pendant, he’s willing to offer you this sachet. He said it will be enough to help you survive this crisis.”

He took out a small white sachet and handed it over.

“A sachet?”

Matthias frowned, clearly disappointed. What could a mere sachet possibly do to stop someone like the royal god Zeus? Was this supposed to be a joke?