Chapter 7, Ultimate Hunt

Standing at the top of the highest square conical sacrificial tower in the west of the city, overlooking the vast land, the black-robed magician seemed to rise in the wind. The night wind blew his black robe to hunt, making his figure quite elegant under the moonlit night.

"Is there no 'Maple Star' in the city?" He closed his eyes and looked surprised. There was a faint light in his eyebrows, which instantly shone through the whole city of Poseidon. No matter how far away I am, I still haven't found the goal in my mind. However, when looking east, there was an unexpected new discovery.

Unexpectedly, he caught up with the Great West Empire! A tired sneer appeared on the corners of his mouth, and the figure of a white-robed old man riding a horse alone on the moonlit night fell on his mind. The white-robed old man** was an unparalleled snow-colored horse, like a white lightning running on the dark road shrouded in the night. Further away, his sneer turned into a satisfied smile, and he couldn't help nodding secretly. You finally came and finally lived up to my expectations.

A dull sound suddenly sounded in the tower at the foot, and then I felt the sacrificial tower vibrate slightly, like some huge object hitting the inner wall of the tower, as if it wanted to break through the wall. He listened to the heavy breathing in the tower and couldn't help saying to it in his heart: beast! Don't worry! I'll let you out soon!

** in the sacrificial tower shocked the imperial guards guarding it. More than a dozen people couldn't help but come out to inspect it in panic. Under the silver moonlight, at the top of the high sacrificial tower, there seemed to be a dark shadow in a cloak floating in the gale, just like the legendary death of death! None of the guards who saw this situation dared to go up and take a closer look until the dark shadow suddenly disappeared in the moonlight. Since then, the guards have often dreamed of what they saw tonight. In private, they all agreed that they unfortunately saw the legendary death that night.

After more than half a month's long journey, the tall city of Poseidon was finally looking at the tower from afar. Looking at the tower from afar, Xia Feng couldn't help exclaiming: "Damn it! It's more magnificent than the demon capital in The Lord of the Rings, and I suddenly feel like I have become a Hobbit.

The wall made of huge stones shines in the sunset, like a winding dragon lying on the earth, separating the earth into two different worlds. Outside the city is an endless loess and farmland. Countless tall white buildings can be faintly seen in the city, just like castles and palaces in fairy tales.

"Pocedon! Great Poseidon!" A small exclamation came from the coat on his back. Xia Feng looked back and saw Bona and Sam lying on the edge of the coat, looking at the tower in the distance with excitement in his eyes full of excitement and expectation. Xia Feng couldn't help smiling and scare them, "Be careful, I'm afraid the people in Poseidon are more terrible than the people in that small mountain village."

Several people laughed all the way. When they approached the city gate, Xia Feng asked Yaxin worriedly, "Will it be troublesome for us to go in like this?" We don't have any household registration or any other proof.

"Don't worry too much," Yasin quickly explained. "The Great Western Empire does not have the same strict household registration system as Dongxuan Kingdom. I heard that Poseidon is also a fairly free city. As long as you have money, anyone can come here to do business or settle down without any special restrictions."

"Oh!" Xia Feng nodded thoughtfully, "No wonder the Western Empire can defeat Dongxuan and become the most powerful country on this continent."

The three entered the city with a smile and strolled along the wide and straight streets. From time to time, you can see the blonde big Westerners, as well as the dark-skinned Semmese and the yellow-skinned Dongxuan people, which are no less than the Daxi people. It's just that the houses they dress and live in are obviously several grades lower than those of the Western nobles.

The three wandered aimlessly, walked across the Saiang River along the stone arch bridge, and came to the Daxi people's residential area in the west of the city. Only when they arrived here did the three understand what is magnificent and what is spectacular. At the foot is a wide and straight white marble street, with a rich and majestic marble complex on both sides. In the distance, you can also see the white spire of the Poseidon Temple. Everything is so magnificent. Even if you are used to the summer breeze of a modern metropolis, you can't help admiring its simplicity and majesty.

"Look! It's the conical spire! The one I saw in my dream! It's exactly the same!" Ji Xuanxuan suddenly pointed to the distance and shouted, and her voice was full of surprise and fear. Xia Feng followed her expectations and saw a tallest building in the distance shining golden under the sunset. At the top is a small platform, and the lower half is blocked by nearby tall buildings, so that people can't see what kind of building it is.

"Go! Go and have a look!" Xia Feng's curiosity came together and no one could stop him. Although Yaxin was worried about the whereabouts of Princess Yaoji, he also knew that he was in a hurry and had to follow him. The three walked a few streets along the street and finally saw the whole picture of the building. Xia Feng breathed a cold breath from afar: "Good boy! Isn't this the ancient Egyptian pyramid? More than twice as big as the largest Khufu pyramid!"

What pyramid? This is the most famous sacrificial tower of the Daxi people!" Yasin immediately explained, "It is the largest building and the most majestic building in Poseidon!"

"How was it built?" Xia Feng's eyes showed an intoxication. In reality, half of the huts pyramids are still a mystery of the world. How did these Westerners build this bigger one? I can't help but feel a little funny when I think of this summer breeze. This is just a virtual world. I just need to move mountains and fill the sea or move mountains without knowing the so-called magic, which may be built overnight. I feel relieved when I think about it.

"Don't go there!" Ji Xuanxuan suddenly stopped and shouted, "I'm afraid! There is a horrible thing in that tower!"

"No way?" Xia Feng looked at the tower doubtfully and continued to move forward without stopping. "It seems that all four sides are sealed with boulder. What will there be in it?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a dull crash from the sacrificial tower, followed by a low roar from the ground. The boulders of the tower shook straight away the debris and gravel. A team of guards guarding the sacrificial tower suddenly looked earthy and asked each other in panic: "Like that night, do you want to report it?"

"Let's get out of here, I'm afraid!" Ji Xuanxuan's face was even pale, with a frightened face. She even ignored Xia Feng and Yaxin. She turned around and ran straight out several blocks to calm down a little.

"What are you afraid of?" Xia Feng, who followed him, asked dissatisfiedly. Ji Xuanxuan's eyes were full of fear and muttered to herself, "I seem to have seen the murder again, as if I heard the sound of licking blood in the tower again. It was like licking my heart!"

"A child who thinks nonsense! A woman as timid as a mouse!" Xia Feng muttered dissatisfiedly. Yasin also showed a disapproving face. At this moment, I only heard a crisp sound of horseshoes from afar, galloping along the long street, followed by passers-by telling and cheering each other: "Look! He is the most heroic warrior and royal bodyguard in the empire, the handsome Count Pallas!"

passers-by use the Western language, and the language is barrier-free to the summer wind. Yaxin and Ji Xuanxuan are also familiar with each other. The three looked curiously in the direction of the sound of horses' hoofs and saw a small group of Western warriors flying along the long street. They were all strong and their exquisite armor shining golden in the sunset. The warrior in the front was less than 30 years old and extremely handsome. His mighty military uniform still couldn't hide his lazy and easy-going appearance. His expression was like a lion taking a nap in the shade of a tree in the afternoon.

As soon as he saw Xia Feng's eyes, it was cold, and a sharp light seemed to burst out of his pupils. Then he rushed out of the roadside, stopped alone in the middle of the road, crossed his waist and looked coldly at the flying knight. People by the road couldn't help exclaiming. Seeing that the war horse was about to hit the summer wind, the rider suddenly took the rein, and the war horse immediately stood up, followed by an angry "gid" horse hiss, whose front hoof was less than three inches from Xia Feng's toes.

"Buncle!" Looking for death!" Get out of here!" Several warriors behind stood still and cursed. Xia Feng turned a blind eye to them and only quietly stared at the handsome samurai leader in front of him.

"It's you!" The horse rider waved his hand to his companions, signaling everyone to be quiet. At this moment, he looked like a waking lion, and instantly regained his sensitive hand and sharp falcon-like eyes.

"It's me," Xia Feng smiled proudly and stared at the rider and asked coldly, "What should I call you now? The noble Count of Pallas, or the great extreme king Dumas?

"Are you here for me?" After sitting cross-legged, first pour a glass of blood-red wine for the summer wind, and then pour a glass for yourself. The original extreme king Dumas, now Count Palas, waved to his followers, and the crowd immediately retreated and left them in the most noble VIP room of the tavern.

"I'm here for my brother." Xia Feng stared coldly at Dumas in medieval uniform, and saw that the other party's eyes were instantaneous, and he picked up the glass freely, but did not speak. Xia Feng sneered, "I'm wondering how I can defeat the all-round king so easily. It turns out that you want to borrow me to avoid the extreme Olympics and come here for a new adventure."

Dumas gently sipped the blood-red wine, and there was a trace of fatigue in his eyes: "I have conceded defeat. Why do you have to pester me? Is victory really that important to you?

"It doesn't matter to me!" Xia Feng coldly fiddled with his knife handle, let the cicada wing knife keep popping out of the scabbard, and then pushed it back. The harsh friction between the knife and the scabbard echoed monotonously in the room, "I just want to really defeat you and completely defeat you! It's that simple."

"Why?" Dumas frowned.

"You really don't know?" Xia Feng's tone was a little exaggerated, and his face showed sarcasm, "Don't you forget the last 'Death Train' race with my brother Xia Fei more than ten years ago?"

Hearing the name "Xia Fei", Dumas's hand trembled imperceptiblely, and he only felt that Xia Feng's voice was as cold as his eyes: "You probably didn't expect that in that play-like extreme competition, a good man would shoot the whole process with a camera, and the tape later turned into my hand. You are very lucky. I have consulted a lawyer, and I really can't tell whether you are intentional or unintentional from that tape. All I know is that no one can pose a threat to you in the field of extreme sports since then.

Speaking of this, Xia Feng stood up and poured wine on the ground: "Although you violate the spirit of extreme sports, I still treat you openly. Now I officially declare war on you and let us have a real 'ultimate hunt' in this world! I can't send you to prison, but I can always defeat you and defeat you in your proudest area until you are destroyed!" After saying that, Xia Feng turned around and slammed the door with a determined face.

It has been a long time since the guests left this VIP room, and Dumas is still sitting motionless, with such a confused expression. Yes, unintentionally or intentionally? I still can't remember it until now. I only remember that the opposite train pulled the heartbreaking whistle and flew here like a wind and lightning, and was about to reach the limit he could react. Xia Fei beside him still had no intention of jumping off the rails, and the corners of his mouth still smiled triumphantly as usual. . Then he jumped aside at the last moment and avoided the passing death train, but Xia Fei was smashed to pieces. The bloody tragedy still remains in the depths of his memory. What is clearer than this is the feeling of gently hitting him on his shoulder before jumping off the track, which still clearly remains from himself. In my memory, it is more disturbing than the scene of the disaster.

"Your Excellency, the emperor and the elders are waiting for you. We are going to be late." An entourage whispered outside the door. Dumas was stunned and immediately returned to the "reality" and picked up the knife on the table. He slowly came outside the house, regained his original calmness on his face, and waved lazily to the entourage, "Okay, let's go to the imperial palace."

The imperial palace is located in the center of the eastern and western cities of Posai. It was finally built by the previous generation of emperors with hundreds of thousands of slaves for more than 30 years. It is the pride of the Great Westerners, the center of power of the Great Western Empire, and the most tragic and painful memory of the slaves who built it.

Stepping on the high ladder of the imperial palace with vigorous steps, Dumas couldn't help thinking, does every ruler at the peak of power like this feeling of being superior? Even the place where they live is much higher than ordinary people.

"You finally arrived!" When Marshal McRae waited outside the palace gate to see Dumas, he was finally relieved. He ignored the military salute of Dumas. He took Dumas' hand and said as he walked, "The old fools of Hilal only thought about their own blessings, regardless of the disaster coming to the empire, and still tried every means to prevent us from sending troops. Now His Majesty Richard and the Empress Dowager Yesh trust you the most, and Master Stanma is also very eye-catching on you. Whether we can persuade the Empress Dowager and the Senate to send troops this time is all up to you!"

The shrewd and powerful Marshal McRae is the youngest elder of the Senate and the youngest marshal in the imperial army. In his early 40s, he became one of the twelve elders of the Imperial Senate at a young age, relying entirely on his legendary experience and outstanding military achievements. The Marshal Hilal he said is a completely different kind of people. Hilal came from a nobleman and served in the imperial army at the age of 16. Although he has not made great military achievements, he gradually rose from a subordinate officer to the high position of marshal and became an empire by virtue of his noble background and basic quality of following rules and not making mistakes. The only old man in the army who is over 70 years old but still serves in the army. The age gap is destined for the ideological difference between him and McRae, who represent the two main forces in the imperial army - radical young and well-behaved veterans.

As Marshal McRae entered the imperial palace, Dumas secretly felt funny. His outsider, who inadvertently became a close partner of the Empress Dowager Esaias, has now become the common goal of the young and the senant. As an ordinary intermediate officer, he can actually participate in the military conference that determines the fate of the empire, and even plays an important role.

As Marshal McRae entered the council hall, the twelve elders at the peak of power of the Great Western Empire were already waiting there. They were Master Stanley, priests Hotulu and Boni, and the four marshals of the Imperial Army including McRae - Hilal, Brian and Downey. In addition, several civilian officials who managed the most important departments of the empire, Boshto, Dicar, Perriga, Arroyo and Gan John, and the powerful figures of the Great Western Empire were all concentrated here.

"You are finally here. The first warrior of the empire actually let all the elders come to wait for you." Hilal, with his white hair, digs his nostrils and teases Dumas, who has just entered the council chamber with a contemptuous face. As a conscientious Marshal who climbed from the bottom to the highest level of the army, he really can't figure out what the charm of this Palath, who became the proud son of the army with a letter of recommendation from the Duke Rahim. Let the beautiful and noble Empress Dowager Yesh be fascinated by him?

Dumas didn't have time to respond to Hilal's words, and the attendant outside the door suddenly shouted in a long voice: "Your Majesty Richard and Yessey arrived in Asia-Pacific..."

The elders stood up one after another, looked at the direction of the gate, stroked their left chest with their right hands, bent down slightly, and bowed their heads slightly, and saluted the emperor of the West and his mother who came in. They did not dare to neglect them a little because they were children and women.

His Majesty Richard is just an eleven- or two-year-old child. A serious dress and a gold crown cannot hide his urchin's true nature. Although he tried his best to pretend to take steady and majestic steps like an adult, a pair of blue eyes still couldn't help glanching around. When he saw Dumas standing aside with a serious face, A naughty bad smile involuntarily appeared at the corners of his mouth.

The Empress Dowager Yesaiah behind him is the kind of woman that men admire but dare not get close to. Her excellent skin and cold and proud face are enough to make people forget her age. In fact, she is only in her early 30s. This age is the right time for her who came from a noble door valve. The long golden dress and white foxskin shawl wrapped her whole body, but she still gave people a swaying feeling.

Count Pallas's eyes made her cheeks feel a little hot, but she did not turn her head, but indifferently followed her son to the most noble position in the council chamber and sat next to her son. It was not until she and her son sat down that the elders sat down one after another.

"Why is there no seat for Count Pallas?" His Majesty Richard's sudden question stunned everyone, which was unprecedented. According to past experience, the little emperor usually did not say a word at such a serious council meeting, but boredly watched the people quarrel to pass the time. He had never asked such a sudden question. Everyone didn't know how to answer for a moment. Besides, this is the council chamber of the Senate. Except for the elder and the emperor, there should have been no one else's seat.

"You, come here!" Richard waved to an attendant. At his signal, the attendant put his ear to his mouth doubtfully, saw him whispering something in the attendant's ear, and then smiled at the crowd, "I arranged a seat for Count Pallas, right?"

Everyone turned their eyes to the empress dowager, and the waiter also looked at the empress dowager with his eyes. This is the practice in the past. Any order of the little emperor in public must be carried out with the permission of the Empress Dowager. Otherwise, wouldn't the Great Western Empire have been in chaos for any child to give orders casually?

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, his steady personality made Yeshea habitually hesitate for a moment. Although his son is a little out of line today, it is also his will to arrange a seat for Count Paras. Besides, his son's first order in public can't refute his face too much. Thinking of this, she waved her hand to the lady-in-waiting: "Follow your majesty's orders."

The attendant quickly retreated. Everyone was waiting for him to bring a stool for Count Palath, but they didn't see him come back for a long time. When everyone felt a little strange, they saw the awaiting officer hurriedly come in with a small wooden stool and solemnly put it in front of Count Palath.

It was really a small stool, probably only suitable for children under three years old. Everyone saw Count Pallas standing in embarrassment, and the little emperor was desperately enduring his mischievous laughter, which made it clear that the child was taking the opportunity to play tricks on the unlucky Count Pallas. At this moment, Yeshea also understood what his son was muttering to the waiter. Unfortunately, he let Pallas make a fool of everyone if he didn't investigate. At the same time, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty. At the same time, when he thought of the resentment between his son and Pallas, he couldn't help but feel a trace of complicated feelings in his heart.

Paras's appearance was a little sudden, but the first meeting did not leave a deep impression on Yeshea. He brought a letter of recommendation from his uncle Duke Hiram, which said that he was the only heir of the Pallas family and his uncle's favorite student. He hoped that Yeshea could let him inherit the family title. At the same time, he was arranged to work in the court.

My uncle's recommendation letter, Yeshea did not dare to neglect it, so the ancient surname "Paras", which was almost forgotten, soon appeared in front of the elders of the Senate. This was an insignificant ancient family that had already faded out of the political stage of the Great Western Empire, so the elders were happy to be a favor. The title of count of Pallas was approved.

The next step is to arrange a suitable position for the new Count Pallas. Since he is a student of his uncle, of course, he should become his own cronies, but important positions must be reviewed by the Senate, so Yeshea had to appoint him as the emperor's aide-camp first. In fact, he is An entourage playing with his son. Not long after he took office, he left the deepest impression on Yeshea. He dared to fight against the supreme imperial leader! His Majesty Richard, who reigns in the world!

"Count Pallas, why don't you sit down?" Richard's words interrupted Yeshea's thoughts, and Pallas opposite sat down awkwardly on the small stool that had just reached the height of his ankle. Looking at his posture, I'm afraid it was more uncomfortable than squatting.

Dumas cursed the little bastard in his heart and sighed why he suffered this idleness in this medieval court? I just want to find the heirloom of the Western Empire. How did it get to this point? Probably from the way to Poseidon, he accidentally met the arrogant and domineering declining nobleman Pallas. He actually flirted with an alien woman in public and taught him a lesson with righteous indignation, but he still wanted to fight without knowing whether to die. The result of the duel can naturally be imagined. His letter of recommendation gave me an idea and simply pretended to be his name to meet the Empress Dowager Esai. When they met, he knew that the Empress Dowager, who thought she was supposed to be an old woman, was such a noble and charming young man. And the position of servant she arranged was just convenient for her to find the "Maple Star" in the palace, so she temporarily lived in the palace.

Who knows that being an aide-servant for Richard's little emperor is not a human job at all. This little bastard doesn't treat the servant at all. He fights and scolds if he wants to, and lets the attendants divide them into two teams to fight with each other like a war. In this game, he stands out and becomes the best of all the attendants. Richard was envious of martial arts, and he even had to learn martial arts as his teacher. Thinking of the visit to the teacher, Dumas couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Parath, you teach me swordsmanship until I can defeat you!" The emperor is naturally different from others, and even his tone is so natural. Who knew that Dumas was worried about not finding what he wanted and refused without thinking about it: "Your Majesty is not suitable for learning swords. No matter how you teach it, you will never defeat me."

This made Richard stunned for a long time, just like the first time someone dared not let himself defeat the emperor in a fight, and now he dared to refuse his order. This had not been encountered many times in his life, so he did not react for a long time. The attendants around him quit and immediately scolded fiercely: " Pallas, you are so bold that you dare to say that the emperor will never beat you!"

Paras had to be polite to the little emperor, but there was no need to be so polite to other attendants. He glanced at everyone coldly, "In fact, he can't beat any of you, but you have to make him happy and make him the first in swordsmanship in the world. You are leading him on the road to arrogance. Besides, as the king of a country, what matters is not martial arts, but wisdom.

The attendants all closed their mouths with some modesty. Richard is just a spoiled child and is not stupid. As soon as he sees the appearance of everyone, he knows that Paras is telling the truth. Now his heart to learn martial arts is even more eager. He pulls Parath straight and says, "I don't care. Anyway, you have to teach me your martial arts skills. Even if I can't beat you in the future, it's good to really beat them."

Being entangled by him, Pallas had to smile bitterly and said, "Your Majesty, it is not easy to learn swordsmanship. You have to get up early every morning to exercise your physical strength, train reactions, do strength exercises and other basic skills, and you have to stick to it for a long time to continuously improve your physical ability. This is only the basic of learning swordsmanship. It's just merit."

Paras originally wanted to make it extremely difficult to learn martial arts so that the child could retreat from the difficulties. Unexpectedly, this aroused the interest of the little emperor and accepted it in one bite: "I can stick to it. Anyway, I will practice as you ask me to practice!"

Paras had no choice but to set an obstacle for him from another aspect: "Besides, it is also troublesome to worship the teacher. He not only has to burn incense and bow to serve tea, but also to change his name to 'Master' after worshipping the teacher. This is not suitable for your majesty. Forget it."

"What is the incense burning case?" Richard immediately asked with great interest. These are the plots that Dumas learned from Chinese kung fu films. In fact, Westerners don't have so much trouble to worship teachers, just to dispel Richard's idea of worshipping teachers. Unexpectedly, after listening to Dumas' explanation, he only muttered, "I have many teachers who teach etiquette, history, and horse riding and fencing. None of them is so troublesome, but none of them has your ability." After saying that, he ordered the servant beside him, "Go and prepare incense and tea. I want to worship immediately!"

As he said, he was about to kowtow to Pallas, which shocked Dumas and quickly pulled Richard up. He only heard that the little emperor had changed his name and said, "Master Paras, I have knocked on this head. From now on, you have to teach me swordsmanship. They will bring the incense and tea later, and I'll make up the rest for you.

Paras had to reluctantly agree. He thought it was just a child's heart, and it would pass in two warm days. Unexpectedly, with his hard training arrangement every day, this little emperor, who was used to being good, actually persisted. He didn't know that for Richard, who was born with nothing missing, the only thing he lacked was "bitter". It was Dumas' training that made him taste "bitter" for the first time. Just as Dumas, who was born rich, was keen on extreme sports, Richard immediately fell in love with this hard training.

Of course, the son's change can't escape his mother's eyes. Yeshea was surprised that his son, who had been weak and sick, had gradually turned red and his body was getting stronger and stronger. When he asked the servants, he knew that he learned swordsmanship with the new Count Parath every morning. Yeshea was very curious about this. He chose to sneak to the garden where they trained in the morning and saw his son running in the garden sweat, while Count Pallas urged and scolded without any sympathy. Yeshea was heartbroken for a while, but seeing that her son had never done anything so seriously, Yeshea endured and finally did not interfere with them. She just let people quietly stare at them every day and report their situation to herself in detail.

Unexpectedly, a few days later, the waitress in charge of staring at them came early in a panic and reported that Count Palas had beaten the little emperor. As soon as she heard this, Yeshea, who was still sleeping, turned over from **. She was eager to put on her coat and rushed to her son's back garden where she practiced swordsmanship in her nightgown. I happened to see Parath hit his son's buttocks with a wooden sword for the last time, so he put his son down.

"Come on! Come on!" The son cried and shouted around, and suddenly found Yeshea who came in a hurry. He was so aggrieved that he shouted "mother" and could no longer speak. Yeshea didn't care about his son's injury and immediately shouted at the attendants who followed him, "What are you still doing? Take down that arrogant guy!"

Even the people recommended by my uncle can't control so much. If you dare to offend the emperor, even if he is a nobleman, the Senate will sentence him to death! Yeshea's heart has moved to kill. The lifeless guy had twisted his arm by several attendants, but he did not struggle. He only stared at himself. There was no awe in the eyes of other attendants, but looked at himself with appreciation.

A cool breeze blew, and Yeshea suddenly realized that she was only wearing a nightgown, and most of her snow-white arms and breasts were all exposed. Fortunately, an interesting waitress brought a shawl. Yeshea quickly put on her shawl and wrapped herself tightly, which calmed down a little. But he saw that the unknown guy opposite was fearless in his eyes and was still staring at himself with that hot eyes. That look suddenly made Yeshea feel shy, which had never been seen since her husband's death.

"Don't you know it's a death penalty to offend the emperor?" Yeshea tried to pretend to be cold, but there was still such a warm feeling on her cheeks, which must be an unconcealed blush on her cheeks.

"Exit him and hang him immediately!" Richard gave a loud order to the attendants. The attendants did not move and turned their eyes to Yeshea. The execution of a person had to be allowed by the Empress Dowager, and this was still a nobleman.

"What else can you do besides abusing your power like a tyrant? How can I have a student like you?" Paras did not have the fear of committing a death penalty on his face, and he didn't even have a trace of repentance. Instead, he curled his lips contemptuously. That expression angered Richard even more. He couldn't help pointing to Parath and said back, "What else can you do but rely on your own people to bully me as a child? How can I have a teacher like you? If you have the ability, you can participate in the death duel and fight with the real warrior!"

"As long as it is a fair duel, I dare not participate in anything." Pallas shrugged his shoulders indifferently. Richard immediately grabbed him and said, "Okay! You once told me that learning swords requires samurai spirit and values honor and commitment over life. Since you promised, don't regret it. If you can't defeat all your opponents, I see what honor you have!" Speaking of this, he waved to several attendants, "Put him up first. I want to see how he died in the end!"

Several attendants still turned their eyes to Yeshea. The conversation between the two aroused Yeshea's curiosity. She couldn't help asking her son, "What the hell is going on?"

"He hit me!" Richard curled his lips and almost cried again. Pallas stared coldly and said, "I teach you swordsmanship, not to use it to bully the weak. Fortunately, she is not dead, otherwise I may kill you!"

Under the questioning of Yeshea, several attendants intermittently explained the origin. It turned out that since his son learned sword with Parath, he had always wanted to try his swordsmanship, so he secretly used slaves to test the sword. This matter was somehow known by Miss Maria, who was accompanied by him. Naturally, she was kind-hearted and tried her best to stop it. The two quarreled about this matter. Richard stabbed Maria with a sword in anger. After being learned by Pallas this morning, such an offensive behavior happened.

After knowing the original, Yeshea understood Pallas's behavior. Miss Maria is the granddaughter of Grand Duke Boshuto. She is only one year younger than Richard. She has been in the palace as Richard's companion and playmate since she was seven years old. She has been smart and clever since she was a child. Not only is she loved by Yeshea, but all the maids and maids love her. Yeshea has the deep heart to cultivate her into a future queen. Such a beloved baby was actually injured in his son's hand, and even Yeshea couldn't wait to teach his son a lesson. But even so, Pallas, as a servant, should not offend the little emperor. Thinking of this, Yeshea motioned to the attendants, "Do as Your Majesty said."

When being escorted by Yeshea by a servant, Pallas suddenly leaned over her ear and whispered, "Yesh, you are so charming."

There was another undisguised blush on Yeshea's face, and she had not heard such praise for many years. Looking at this arrogant guy with a charming smile gradually moving away, Yeshea suddenly had a trace of regret in his heart, and at the same time a little strange: Doesn't this guy know what the death duel is about? Don't you know that it's an immortal and crippled death race?

More than a month later, when Pallas was taken to the duel arena shaped like the ancient Roman Colosseum, he knew what a death duel was. At the beginning of the rise of the Great Western Empire, it was still a loose military alliance, and there were many contradictions between the lords. In order to stop the internal conflict and ease the contradiction between the lords, the emperor agreed that the two sides could send their own military warriors to fight, and the winning party would win benefits. This custom has now become the annual New Year's festival of the Western Empire, a festival that uses the blood of warriors to pray to the sky.

In the praise of Master Stanma, the festival began. The army divided into red and blue was put into the duel field from the four side doors. They automatically divided into two teams according to the color of their clothes and began to fight. In the small duel field, they performed the blood and bravery of the wide battlefield until one side was defeated, destroyed, corpses and wounded. The warriors who were unable to fight were carried out of the duel field, and then the rest of them were divided into two teams and continued to fight until there was only one left! This person will be awarded the title of the first samurai in the army, and his rank will be promoted three times in a row.

When the bloody Pallas raised the dark blade in his hand to Yeshea and Richard, it boiled outside the duel field. This was the first nobleman to get this title, and the name of Count Pallas resounded all over Poseidon!

Marshal McRae, who had a keen eye, saw the value of Pallas. Grand Duke Bohto was grateful for his kindness to offend the emperor for his granddaughter. The Empress Dowager Yesh conquered him bravely, and the joint efforts of the three finally made Pallas, an ordinary attendant, ascend to heaven. Becoming the captain of the royal bodyguard is a position of far more important than the military rank.

For Count Pallas, that is, the ultimate king Dumas, it is just another victory of "ultimate hunting". The experience of many death races and the dark blade made him the only winner in this medieval duel field. His bravery also conquered Richard and began to sincerely learn swordsmanship with him as his teacher. However, he never forgets to embarras the teacher who dares to beat himself on all possible occasions, just like at this imperial military conference.

"Count Pallas, do you feel uncomfortable sitting? Why do you move around?" Seeing Pallas's embarrassed appearance, Richard's face burst into a mischievous smile and had the opportunity to tease the teacher who didn't even care about death duel, which was now a great pleasure for Richard.

"All the way! Richard!" Yeshea stopped her son from continuing to mess around and turned to signal to a few elders, "Let's get into today's topic, Marshal McRae, please state the reasons for sending troops to Sam."

The shrewd McRae stood up and nod to Yeshea and Richard. "Your Majesty Richard, the respected Empress Dowager Yeshe, the elders, the empire has been without war for many years, which has seriously affected the interests of the empire. As we all know, there is almost no new source of slaves without war, which has aroused the dissatisfaction of the nobles. The dirty Sams and the humble Dongxuan people are born to be slaves of our Great Westerners, the unparalleled kindness of the emperor, and they can have civilian status after they return to our Greater West Empire. But in this way, there are still Sam and Dongxuan people who are unwilling to return to the empire under the cover of mountains and deserts. For this reason, we can only conquer them! Complete conquest! In addition to this reason, there is a more sufficient reason. I would like to ask Master Stanley to state this reason.

McRae sat down after saying that, and his speech embarrassed John Gan, the only Dongxuan man among the elders, but no one noticed. Everyone looked at Master Stammar and saw the religious leaders of the empire look stunned. After a long time, they sighed gently and muttered, "Although I don't agree with Marshal McRae's point of view, the Oracle has told us that the catastrophe is coming. Before this disaster comes, everyone must Remember the ancient myth and legend on the continent of Alandis: God sealed all the secrets of the creation in Poseidon, guarded by the horrible Sfinx mythical beast, and suppressed it with a giant stone tower. God gave the magic weapon that opened the stone tower to the three peoples on the continent of Atlandis - the Great Western, Dongxuan and Sem. Whoever can unite these three peoples and open the seal of the stone tower with these magic weapons may master the secret of creation and understand all the secrets of heaven. Whoever can challenge the authority of God and become a doomsday god who can destroy heaven and earth, or become a new creation god!" Speaking of this, Master Stanma paused and smiled bitterly, "Now it is almost impossible to unite the three peoples to eliminate hatred. Maybe conquest is the only choice. I don't want to open the stone tower to create a new creation god or a doomsday god, but think that maybe someone can use the power of this god to become the savior to save the continent of Atlandis.

"Does that mean we must conquer Dongxuan and Semu? Grab their magic weapon? Then open the stone tower?" Yeshea showed a thoughtful expression.

"Let's not talk about the credibility of this myth and legend. It's just a military operation to conquer the Dongxuan Kingdom and the Sem people. I'm afraid it can't be completed in a short time. If we can conquer them so easily, we did it 30 years ago." Another gray-haired marshal Brian shook his head repeatedly. He was also an aristocratic marshal. He was over 60 years old and was a famous general in the imperial army 30 years ago.

"Yes!" Marshal Downey beside him also shook his head helplessly. "Don't forget that there are still deserts and mountains. If it hadn't been for these days, the armored army of the Western Empire would have traveled all over the whole Atlandes."

The 55-year-old Marshal Downey was qualified to say this. More than 20 years ago, he was a famous general of the Iron Armored Army. He once led the Iron Armored Army across almost all the empire and suppressed the rebellion of the Dongxuan people that affected the whole country with wind-like speed and steel-like will. Except for Hilal, the four marshals of the empire all have an immortal military merit.

"The oracle may not be accurate," seeing that the two marshals have made statements, and Marshal Hilal also timely expressed his attitude: "Besides, even if you conquer Dongxuan and the Sem people, you may not be able to get their artifacts. For a completely uncertain goal, the empire needs to send troops to Dongxuan and Sesam, which is to risk the fate and future of the whole empire!"

"In fact, everyone has ignored the most important thing," the thin-faced priest Hotulusi took over. Although he was the deputy of Master Stanma, he often disagreed with the great mage. Seeing that everyone's eyes focused on his face, he sighed softly, "Dongxuan people and Sam people may not still keep their artifacts. Even my own artifacts of the Western Empire have been lost for many years."