Chapter 223: Chapter 222: Your Majesty, I Am the One Who Will Kill You! Chapter 223: Chapter 222: Your Majesty, I Am the One Who Will Kill You! “Who are you?” King Hu Fu furrowed his brow and looked at Macbeth as he spoke.
“Great King, please allow to introduce myself,” Macbeth bowed, “My na is Jones, from Pompeitz City.”
“Pompeitz City?” King Hu Fu raised an eyebrow, “Isn’t that Shatebo’s city? So you’re saying you’re one of Shatebo’s people?”
King Hu Fu’s deanor quickly turned sowhat cold and cautious as he questioned Macbeth, “Foreigner, what is your business here?”
“Great Your Majesty, please do not misunderstand, although I am indeed a foreigner, I firmly believe that one day Shatebo will fall under the territories of Pu Aiji, and Pompeitz City will also be ruled by Your Majesty.”
King Hu Fu’s expression softened slightly, but he said nothing.
Macbeth continued, “The main reason I have co here is to bring my three specially trained swordsn to compete in the swordsmanship tournant of Kairo City. Unfortunately, one of the swordsn was killed during the competition, and the remaining two are currently in the arena.”
“So… both of the swordsn down there are yours,” King Hu Fu’s eyes flashed, “No wonder soone said they were together, no wonder they have yet to start fighting.”
“Great Your Majesty, please do not misunderstand,” Macbeth spoke out, “Their unwillingness to fight is by my instruction. Under my careful training, they have both beco very skilled swordsn, and reaching the finals of the swordsmanship tournant has proven their strength.
I wish to offer them to the King, to ensure Your Majesty’s safety, rather than have them be injured or killed in combat. Of course, the final decision is in Your Majesty’s hands. If you wish to see them perform a splendid fight, it would be their utmost honor.”
“Oh?” King Hu Fu’s eyes narrowed slightly, “Offer them to ? Let choose? Why would you, a foreigner, do such a thing? Unless… you have so ulterior motive.”
“Great Your Majesty, you are indeed as wise as people praise you to be, I… indeed have a little motive,” Macbeth admitted.
“What motive?”
“May I ask if I could…” Macbeth didn’t say directly but glanced aningfully at the soldiers blocking his way.
With a wave of his hand, King Hu Fu told the soldiers, “Let him in.”
“Yes,” the soldiers stepped aside, allowing Macbeth onto the noble’s viewing platform.
The Intelligence Minister Cheker, standing beside King Hu Fu, looked at Macbeth with so vigilance. Seeing Macbeth get closer, he couldn’t help but lean in and whisper a few words to King Hu Fu.
“I know,” King Hu Fu said, just as Macbeth got to within a few ters of him, waved his hand to have the soldiers block Macbeth again, and said aloud, “Alright, what’s your motive? Speak.”
“Yes,” Macbeth bowed in thanks, then gradually straightened his body and looked directly at King Hu Fu, “Great Your Majesty, my small motive is simply to get an answer to a question from you.”
“A question? What question?” King Hu Fu asked.
“A very simple question,” Macbeth said, “It’s said that Pu Aiji aims to beco a Wizard Country; I wonder which Wizard Organization is supporting it from behind?”
“You!” Upon hearing Macbeth’s words, King Hu Fu’s eyes involuntarily narrowed.
“Is it Black Evil Castle? White Mist City? Tree Mushroom Forest? Or perhaps Death Valley?” As Macbeth spoke, each na ntioned made King Hu Fu’s face turn pale.
“You… who exactly are you?!” King Hu Fu stared at Macbeth as he asked.
“?” Macbeth’s lips curved slightly upwards as he locked eyes with King Hu Fu, “Great Your Majesty, I… am the one sent to kill you.”
“Swoosh!” King Hu Fu imdiately stood up from his seat and the next mont, without hesitation, he fled towards the exit at the back, shouting loudly, “Stop him!”
At that mont, King Hu Fu was very rational. He did not entertain the idea that a group of soldiers or Guards could kill Macbeth; he only needed them to delay him for a mont. After all, soone who could calmly declare himself as the King’s assassin and who could list so many Wizard Organizations’ nas was likely to be soone he least wanted to encounter… a Wizard.
Damn Wizards!
King Hu Fu thought as he picked up speed, Intelligence Minister Cheker quickly caught up, grabbing King Hu Fu and running to one side, “Your Majesty, this way! There’s an ergency carriage waiting outside… I was at fault for this, I didn’t expect the enemy to co so quickly, please allow to resign after this incident.”
“Enough, Cheker, don’t talk about that now, just get out of here first, we can talk once I’m safe.”
“Yes, yes,” Cheker replied hastily, pulling King Hu Fu along even faster toward the exit tunnel.
At that mont, on the noble’s viewing platform, the guards and soldiers King Hu Fu had left behind had already drawn their weapons, fearlessly charging towards Macbeth.
Among the guards, two particularly tall n let out roars, their skin’s blood vessels bulging, muscles swelling, and a faint blood mist seeping from their pores. With red eyes, they each wielded a heavy battle axe, savagely swinging them down at Macbeth.
“Hmm, a Bloodline Seed? And one of the stronger kinds, too bad…” Macbeth murmured to himself, stepping forward to et the flurry of attacks.
…
A few seconds later, just as King Hu Fu was about to enter the tunnel, pulled by Intelligence Minister Cheker, he instinctively looked back and felt a chill run through his body.
He saw Macbeth, smiling as he walked past a number of life-like ice sculptures, stepping closer to him.
This!
“Your Majesty, run! I’ll stop him!” Intelligence Minister Cheker shouted, pushing King Hu Fu into the tunnel and calling out with his back towards King Hu Fu.
With a “swoosh”, Cheker pulled out a small yet sharp dagger from his gold-trimd belt, its blade pitch-black, obviously poisoned, his face serious.
King Hu Fu, seeing Cheker’s resolve, didn’t hesitate, quickly replying, “Alright, Cheker, you hold him off. If you sacrifice yourself, I will take good care of your family.”
“Your Majesty…”
“Hmm?”
“I don’t have a family, rember?”
“Ah…” King Hu Fu said, “Then I will erect a monunt for you… well, if there’s a chance.”
“What?” Cheker asked, puzzled, turning to look at King Hu Fu standing behind him, “Your Majesty, why… why haven’t you left?”
“I’m afraid I can’t leave now.” King Hu Fu said with a wry smile, slowly backing away to stand side by side with Cheker.
Cheker, confused, swept his gaze into the tunnel, his eyes narrowing when he saw another identical Macbeth walking towards them—indeed, it was this figure driving King Hu Fu back.
But… how could that be?
“Is this all it takes to surprise you? A Wizard’s simple trick?” The Macbeth in front had already approached, waving his hand and the air surged violently. With a “bang”, Cheker was flung into a corner.
“Tap, tap, tap,” Macbeth strode closer to King Hu Fu, while at the sa ti, the “Macbeth” from the tunnel quickly vanished.
“An illusion?” King Hu Fu’s lips moved slightly, regretting why he hadn’t mustered the courage to run through it earlier, but it was too late now.
“An illusion,” Macbeth confird, placing a hand on King Hu Fu’s shoulder, smiling, “But this is real, my King!”
Ah…
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