Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Returning to Fort Varga, Soren immediately completed the handover of his fiefdom and then had Countess Fiana send someone to take over the Port of Toulouse.

He deeply understood the importance of this decision for the region's development and was filled with anticipation.

His inspections of the Port of Toulouse in recent days had not been without results.

He discovered that the sunshine on a beach several dozen kilometers from the port was extremely intense, as if the scorching sunlight was a treasure bestowed by heaven.

His eyes gleamed with excitement as he envisioned a grand plan in his mind.

This would not only benefit ordinary people but also allow the royal family to truly nationalize salt production.

Unfortunately, just as Soren's plan was budding, Countess Fiana's personal guards rushed to him for help with worried expressions.

Countess Fiana, who was inspecting the Port of Toulouse, had been kidnapped.

This sudden news was like a bolt from the blue, shocking Soren greatly.

His face instantly darkened, and his eyes burned with the flames of anger.

Now that the entire Northwest was under his iron fist, although the nobles were constantly making small moves in the dark, no one dared to openly oppose him. Kidnapping Countess Fiana in broad daylight was simply a blatant slap in his face.

This was a serious challenge to his authority, and how could he tolerate it?

However, Soren quickly calmed down. Countess Fiana was, after all, a minor powerhouse at the seventh-tier peak with considerable strength. Even if an eighth-tier expert took action, they would not be able to kidnap her easily.

"Could it be that Sword Saint made a move?" Soren quickly judged. His brow furrowed, and various possibilities flashed through his mind.

If it really was that Sword Saint who took action, things would become extremely tricky.

With his current strength, it would be difficult to contend with him. He could only ask Great-Grandfather, the Sage of Law, to step in.

Hearing that a Saint-tier expert had appeared in the Northwest, Alonso immediately became interested.

The burning flames of fighting spirit instantly ignited in his originally calm eyes. After breaking through to the Saint-tier, he had not yet fought against an expert of the same level, and his heart yearned for a hearty battle to verify his strength.

Alonso did not hesitate and directly took Soren and flew towards the Port of Toulouse.

This sudden action startled Hiltin and Anka, and their faces were filled with surprise. However, the two quickly reacted and immediately led the Crown Prince's personal guards to rush to the Port of Toulouse at full speed.

"Is this the place where that Saint-tier expert appeared?"

Alonso asked curiously as he landed at the Port of Toulouse with Soren.

His gaze quickly swept around, trying to capture a trace of unusual aura.

The next second, his face became solemn.

"Someone is waiting for us!" His voice was low and serious, and his powerful perception allowed him to instantly sense the aura of danger.

Without the slightest hesitation, Alonso grabbed Soren by the back of his neck, like he was carrying a chick, and with a flash, flew towards the lighthouse.

Soren, being carried, felt somewhat helpless, but he also understood that Alonso was protecting him.

The wind whistled in his ears, and Alonso's speed was as fast as lightning. He knew that he was about to face an unprecedented battle, but there was not the slightest fear in his heart, only anticipation.

After taking over the Port of Toulouse, Countess Fiana, with her meticulous mind, immediately had people keep an eye on the woman who had appeared before.

Her purpose was very simple: to invite that woman to the Crown Prince's mansion to please His Highness the Crown Prince.

In her opinion, this might be an excellent opportunity to show herself in front of Soren.

Countess Fiana had been lying in wait for two full days, daring not to slack off in the slightest.

Finally, as the saying goes, perseverance pays off, she waited for the black-robed woman. Just as she was preparing to personally invite the other party, a thin old man with his eyes covered appeared.

Before she could react, she only felt a darkness before her eyes and inexplicably fainted, and then was taken away.

When she woke up again, she found herself locked in a confined room.

The entire room was small and dark, with only a small vent in the upper right corner. She tried to mobilize her magic to break free from her restraints, but found that she could not trigger even a trace of magic. This filled her heart with fear and panic.

The sound of waves and seagulls coming from the vent allowed her to only determine that she was by the sea.

"The sea! Could it be that lighthouse?" Countess Fiana immediately reacted.

At this moment, her forehead was covered with sweat, and her heart was filled with remorse.

Only then did she realize the magnitude of the trouble she had caused. The woman that His Highness the Crown Prince was staring at was not because he was greedy for her beauty, but because of the powerful expert behind her.

To be able to subdue her silently, it must be a Saint-tier expert.

Thinking of this, Countess Fiana's face became even paler. She did not know what kind of fate she would face, nor did she know whether His Highness the Crown Prince would be able to come and save her in time.

On top of the lighthouse, a blindfolded old man stood quietly on the terrace, his figure upright but with a hint of vicissitudes.

He stared at Alonso, their eyes meeting in the air, as if invisible sparks were colliding.

The people of the Port of Toulouse, who were originally busy with their own affairs, only then noticed the people suspended in the sky, and they exclaimed in surprise.

"Look, someone is flying in the sky!" A child tugged at an adult's clothes and shouted excitedly.

"Idiot, that is a powerful mage, sir," a middle-aged man with slightly broader knowledge chided the child.

"Shut up, hurry up and leave here," the Countess Fiana's personal guards stationed at the port shouted loudly.

Trying to disperse the crowd.

Alonso placed Soren on the clock tower of the port, his expression serious, and asked unhurriedly: "Who exactly are you, Your Excellency? Why did you kidnap a noble under my command?"

The blindfolded old man let out a contemptuous smile, a smile with a hint of unruliness and arrogance, and said: "I've been putting up with your kid for a long time. He even sent people to follow my student. I grabbed her, so what? You don't like it?"

Hearing this, Alonso suddenly felt a headache.

From the old man's tone, he could judge that this should be a Saint-tier expert from a self-taught background.

This kind of Saint-tier expert is the most troublesome.

As the saying goes, barefoot people are not afraid of those wearing shoes. This kind of rogue Saint-tier expert only has one or two relatives by his side, or even no relatives at all. He does things entirely according to his heart and does not need to consider the consequences at all.

If something happens, he will escape to another province and go into hiding. The empire is so big that if a Saint-tier expert wants to hide, he simply cannot be found.

Alonso knew the difficulty of dealing with this kind of person and quickly thought about countermeasures in his mind.