Magus Tech Chapter 221: Your Majesty, hello!

In the blink of an eye, the final day.

The Isle of Lisbon, Kingdom of Puy Egypt, Colosseum at Cairo.

The sun was shining fiercely above the head, there was no cloud in the sky, the dust in the arena was rising like smoke, and the audience seats were full. And on the specially isolated noble viewing platform, there are also many nobles sitting.

The game obviously hasn't started yet, and everyone is whispering and waiting—waiting for the arrival of a certain big shot.

When the sun rises and crosses the corner of the sky, the temperature suddenly increases, and the crowd is like boiling water in a copper pot, faintly boiling.

For a moment, the boiling was unstoppable, and everyone got up one after another, craned their necks and looked towards the noble viewing platform in the distance.

Surrounded by a group of people, the king of the entire Prussian country—Amon Khufu Regidev appeared in the arena, and then sat in the exclusive king's seat in the middle of the aristocratic viewing platform superior.

"It's the king!"

"It's His Majesty Khufu!"

"I knew the great Amon would come."

"King Khufu likes this kind of competition the most, and it is the final, of course he will come..."

“…”

There was a lot of noise and discussion.

"Quiet!" The host who changed into a light blue dress shouted loudly on the high platform, making the noise slightly quieter, then bent down to King Khufu's position, and asked respectfully: "Most most Your Majesty the Great King, may I ask if the finals of the youth group's swordsmanship tournament can start?"

The host asked aloud, but King Khufu didn't answer him at all-this was a bit embarrassing.

The host continued to bend over, his eyes turned up hard, and he looked at King Khufu's position. The next moment, he suddenly felt the urge to slap himself. I saw King Khufu, frowning and talking to a confidant next to him, obviously something important.

At this time, if he asks a question, he will naturally not get an answer. So here comes the question: should I ask again, or wait. Ask again, what if you make the king unhappy? But wait, how long? My waist hurts a bit...

King Khufu didn't know what the host was thinking. At this time, he was frowning and looking at the person with a somewhat gloomy face—his intelligence minister—Chekel.

"Your Majesty, according to the news from over there, those who want to harm you may have arrived on the island, and they may be trying to enter our border.

I think it is best for His Majesty the King not to show up in public in the near future, and keep his whereabouts secret, and the fewer people he knows, the better. Even, you can find a few substitutes to cover, after all, it's not like this has never been done before. "

"Is it really serious to this extent?" King Khufu frowned, "Also, Chekel, are you sure the news you got is true? To be honest, I still have some intentions for those people over there. I can't figure it out—it is true that they have helped me a lot, but I don't think they are sincere, and they are more trying to use me."

"But no matter what, His Majesty has the current status, and the other party has indeed contributed." Checker said seriously, "Besides, didn't they say that His Majesty is going to establish some kind of wizard country before? After the matter is completed Before, we wouldn’t take action against His Majesty easily, right? After the matter is completed, we must have the qualifications to negotiate with the other party.”

"This..." King Khufu pondered, couldn't help touching his chin, and then touched his beard, and immediately let go of it a little irritatedly - he is very young, only twenty-seven years old, press Logically, you shouldn't have a beard.

But the problem is that for the king's status, twenty-seven years old is too young, which makes it difficult for him to suppress others. This small trick must be used to ensure that he looks more mature and dignified. But...he hated the look—the king couldn't do whatever he wanted.

"Damn beard..." King Khufu muttered vaguely, looked at Chekel after thinking for a moment, and decided that safety is the first priority, "If this is the case, then do as you said, and the adult group swordsmanship later I will not show up at the meeting."

"Then now..." Checker asked cautiously.

"Let me take a look at the finals of the youth group now." King Khufu said, "I really hid, and I don't know when I will show up again. There must be some compensation. Even prisoners sentenced to death, in the end Don't you have another meal?"

"Um..."

"Besides, Checker, didn't you mention it before, those people who are against me are probably trying to enter the border. That means they haven't come to Kailuo City yet, right?"

"This..." Checker's eyes flickered.

He knew very well that no matter whether the enemy had reached Kailuo City or not, it was the safest and wisest choice to take King Khufu and leave immediately. But doing so would definitely dampen the king's interest. After all, King Khufu had been looking forward to this swordsmanship conference for a long time.

It is already a big concession not to attend the swordsmanship competition of the adult group. If he still pursues him closely, he is sure to convince the king, and the king will understand him. But in the process, it is inevitable that some grievances will arise in the king's heart.

Some grievances may be inconspicuous, but the current king is only twenty-seven years old. If there is no accident, he will rule for decades in the future. In case the king hated him that day, any bit of bad faith might become a bargaining chip to kill him.

As the Minister of Intelligence, he has been exposed to many dark things. It was clear that sometimes getting things right wasn't enough, it was more important to make the king happy.

Then...

Chelsea's brain was spinning quickly, analyzing all the information obtained before, and after a while, he looked at King Khufu and said in a deep voice: "People who disagree with His Majesty the King absolutely do not exist in Kailuo City, His Majesty the King can rest assured Enjoy this game."

"That's good." After hearing this, King Khufu smiled, then thought of something, and asked, "By the way, why hasn't the game started yet?"

The host on the high platform felt that his waist was about to be broken. After hearing King Khufu's words, he quickly got up and responded: "Your Majesty the King, everything is ready, and I am waiting for you to announce the start."

"Well, how about that." King Khufu nodded in satisfaction, "Then let's start."

"That's right." At the end, King Khufu reminded, "Don't make those laborious narrations, just let the two best young swordsmen fight directly, you know, I don't like trouble. "

"Yes." The host responded quickly, although the king's request was very unruly, but now, the king is the rule.

Turning his head and looking at the field, the host took out a white handkerchief and threw it directly, shouting: "Next, the game begins!"

All the spectators in the arena cheered up and looked towards the arena in unison, and then saw two swordsmen qualified for the finals coming out from the entrances and exits of the two arenas—a man and a woman .

The two of them approached the middle of the field, and they didn't look nervous at all. They walked slowly while looking around.

Under the somewhat anxious eyes of the crowd, the two finally met in the middle of the field, but instead of breaking out in a fight as soon as they met, they started talking in a low voice. It seems that they are provoking and abusing each other, which is reasonable.

Generally ~IndoMTL.com~ the longer the provocation and abuse last, the more exciting the next battle will be.

Everyone waited patiently.

Then one second, two seconds, three seconds...

After a while, everyone couldn't sit still. In other words, the process of provocation and abuse is a bit too long, right? Why did the two of them not do anything after more than a minute passed? From the looks of it, the two of them didn't seem to be angry at all. Rather than provoking or abusing, it seemed more like they were chatting.

Chat? !

At this moment, someone shouted in time: "They are in the same group!"

Wow!

Everyone suddenly realized.

Isn't that right? According to the introduction of the previous host, the two swordsmen in the final are from the city of Pompeii, and they were hired by a noble named Jones. Since they are companions, there is naturally no reason to fight desperately.

Speaking of two people talking now, is it possible that they are discussing to give up the championship to one person, and then the other person will directly admit defeat?

As everyone guessed like this, their expressions became a little weird.

King Khufu, who was sitting in his seat, frowned a little, looked at the host, and asked, "What's the matter, why don't the swordsmen in the field fight? Just now, someone shouted 'they are a gang' Yes, what's going on?"

"Ah, this..." The host broke out in a cold sweat, and was about to explain when a voice interrupted him.

"This question, I hope that the respected king can listen to my explanation."

Huh?

King Khufu, together with many nobles on the noble viewing stand, looked towards the place where the sound came from, and saw a man in white clothes, white pants, white boots, and white hat, appearing outside the noble watching stand, surrounded by several A guard stopped him, smiling and respectful.

Macbeth!

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