Bradley rushed over upon hearing the sound, seeing Freya sitting on the bed covered in sweat, he quickly approached and hugged her.

"What's wrong, did you have a nightmare?"

It wasn't until this moment that Freya came to her senses, but there were still tears in her eyes.

The dream just now felt so real, as if it had actually happened.

"Any news from Ella?"

She had not spoken for a long time, her throat was extremely dry.

Having a dream in broad daylight, this was truly a first.

Bradley let go of her, went to pour a glass of water, Freya took it and drank it in ying go, feeling much better in her throat.

Only then did Bradley speak, "Xavier has sent news, they have successfully entered the underground maze, but have not found Juliet yet. They will inform us as soon as there is any news."

"Okay, what time is it now? Shouldn't we go meet Arthur Yael?" She pinched her throbbing forehead.

Despite having slept for a while, she had been dreaming the whole time, feeling more uncomfortable than when awake.

"It's ying in the afternoon. Have something to eat first, rest a bit, then we'll leave," the man said, bringing over the food he had prepared earlier.

After the meal, Freya sat on the balcony to bask in the sun, carefully recalling the dream she had just had.

The eyes in the dream were filled with destructive hatred, as if they were looking at an enemy, revealing sinister bloodshot veins.

Freya closed her eyes and tried to remember who she could have made such a deep enemy with, but no matter how hard she thought, she couldn't figure it out.

She decided to give up and returned to her room to change into a light outfit before strolling downstairs.

At that moment, Bradley was downstairs giving instructions to Frederick when he saw her coming down, he signaled for Frederick to leave.

"I'm ready, we can go now!"

Freya approached him, reaching out to hold his arm. The man smoothly grasped her slender waist and led her to sit at the entrance hall. He picked a pair of light and comfortable shoes from the wardrobe and put them on her feet before leading her out of the villa. As they stepped out of the gate, Freya's gaze instinctively scanned ahead. Fortunately, she didn't see the red dot. However, she noticed several bodyguards around, evidently dispatched by Bradley to protect her after the last gun attack. They got into the car, with some bodyguards following in another vehicle behind at a distance. Freya saw Everyone behind through the rearview mirror and helplessly remarked, "If they have the intention to kill me, ying shot is enough. By the time our bodyguards at the back take action, I'd already be dead." "They are not ordinary bodyguards but trained snipers who can quickly spot danger and take measures to protect us," Bradley said helplessly, looking at Freya's disdainful expression. The shooting incident at Royal Manor that day, followed by several more, made him realize the seriousness of the situation. He specifically had Frederick mobilize his former subordinates to protect the safety of Royal Manor.

These are all well-trained snipers who have participated in deadly manhunts before. In terms of killing ability, they are no less than the person hiding behind the scenes. Freya listened in astonishment and looked at the man with some disbelief.

"You mean, all those people are snipers?"

"Yup!" The man nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "From now on, no matter where you go, those three will be with you like shadows, ready to protect your safety."

Freya raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Even when I go to the bathroom?"

Bradley reached out and tousled her hair, his thin lips showing a trace of helplessness. "Of course not."

"Well, that's good enough then!"

Freya scratched her nose and smiled charmingly.

Half an hour later.

The car slowly pulled up at the agreed upon teahouse.

When Freya and Bradley arrived, they were taken to a private room by the tea house waiter. As the door was pushed open, Arthur Yael waved to the two of them, "Miss Freya, I have been waiting for you for a long time." He then stood up and walked towards Bradley, extending his hand to him in a friendly gesture, "The Southern Kingdom's Third Prince, Leonard, I have long heard of your reputation." Bradley looked at the hand extended towards him, his pupils slightly narrowed, but out of politeness, he shook hands with him.

"Not at all, King Yael is the true legend on the international stage. After all, the current state of Zarovia is all thanks to King Yael's wise governance!" After the handshake, Bradley and Freya took their seats across from Arthur Yael. After some initial pleasantries, Arthur Yael went straight to the point.

"My incompetent son was fortunate to be released, all thanks to the Third Prince. I will always remember this kindness, and when the Third Prince ascends to the throne of the Southern Kingdom, I will come to offer my congratulations formally." Bradley has never had the habit of drinking tea. Faced with the tea offered by Arthur Yael, he politely accepted it and placed it aside, showing no intention of drinking it. Surprised by this, Arthur Yael asked, "The Third Prince does not drink tea?"

"Making the king laugh, indeed cannot handle tea!" He always drinks red wine, occasionally has a cup of coffee to refresh himself, but he stays away from tea. "What a pity, this is a top-notch Longjing!" Arthur Yael lamented. Due to her pregnancy, Freya also could not have tea. She was anxious about Ella's matter and went straight to the point, "I wonder if the king has any other business for inviting me out today?" After hearing this, Arthur Yael's eyes light up, then he turns to Freya and says, "I do have some questions for Miss Freya. If it's convenient, may we have a private conversation?" Freya pursed her lips and said, "Leonard is my husband, there's nothing he shouldn't hear. If the king has something to discuss, feel free to speak." After hesitating for a moment, Arthur Yael finally states his purpose. "Just the other day, I visited the grave of Miss Freya's mother. Indeed, as you mentioned, your appearance bears a striking resemblance to your mother's. I wanted to ask Miss Freya, has your mother ever been to Zarovia?" Freya was shocked by his words.

This Arthur Yael is indeed strange. He stared at me directly as soon as we met, saying that I looked familiar. And now, just because of a casual remark from her, he went to his mother's grave and invited me out to talk about it.

Everyone seems suspicious, making Freya feel that this king of Z country is a bit abnormal.

"Sorry, I'm not sure about this. My mother passed away when I was only eight years old!"

Arthur Yael's eyes showed disappointment upon hearing this.

These past few days, he has been thinking about why he is so concerned about a girl he just met. He carefully reviewed his past experiences, as well as the times and durations of his visits to the capital of Magniflora. The only time that matches up should be the night he was drugged and passed out in a hotel.

But at that time, he had no awareness and no idea of what had happened.