Magus Tech Chapter 222: Your Majesty, I am the one who killed you!

"Who are you?" King Khufu frowned, looked at Macbeth and asked.

"Great king, please allow me to introduce myself." Macbeth bowed, "My name is Jones, and I am from Pompeii."

"Pompeii City?" King Khufu raised his eyebrows, "That seems to be a city in Saudi Arabia, right? So, you are from Saudi Arabia?"

King Khufu's attitude quickly became a little cold and vigilant, and he questioned Macbeth: "Gentile, what are you doing here?"

"Your Majesty the Great King, please do not misunderstand me. Although I am indeed a foreigner, I firmly believe that Saudi Arabia will one day belong to the territory of Prussia, and Pompeii will also be ruled by Your Majesty."

King Khufu's expression softened a little, but he didn't say anything.

Macbeth continued: "The main purpose of my coming here is to take the three swordsmen I specially trained to participate in the swordsmanship meeting in Kailuo City. During the competition, one of the swordsmen was unfortunately killed. Now, the remaining two swordsmen are in the field now."

"So... the two swordsmen below are all yours." King Khufu's eyes flashed, "No wonder people say they are a gang, no wonder they haven't started fighting yet."

"Your Majesty, please don't get me wrong." Macbeth said, "The reason why they don't want to fight is my instruction. Because, under my careful training, they have all become very good swordsmen. , being able to reach the finals of the fencing tournament has proved their strength.

I want to dedicate them to the king and keep the king safe instead of being wounded and dying in battle. Of course, the final choice is still in your hands, the king. If you want them to give you a good fight, it's their honor, too. "

"I?" King Khufu narrowed his eyes slightly, "Dedicated to me? Let me choose? You are a foreigner, why do you do this? Unless...you have some purpose."

"Your majesty the great king, you are indeed as wise as people praise you. I...do have a small purpose."

"For what purpose?"

"I don't know, can I..." Macbeth didn't say it directly, but looked at the soldiers standing in front of him.

King Khufu waved his hand and said to the soldiers: "Let him in."

"Yes." The soldier stood aside and put Macbeth into the aristocratic viewing stand.

The Minister of Intelligence Circe next to King Khufu looked at Macbeth with some vigilance. Seeing that Macbeth was getting closer, he couldn't help approaching King Khufu and whispered a few words.

"I know." King Khufu said, and when Macbeth walked a few meters away from him, he waved his hand and asked the soldiers to stop Macbeth again, and said, "Okay, what's the purpose?" , let’s talk.”

"Yes." Macbeth bowed in thanks, then straightened his body a little bit, looked directly at King Khufu and said, "Your Majesty the Great King, my small purpose is to get an answer to a question from you."

"Question? What question?" King Khufu asked.

"A very simple question." Macbeth said, "I heard that if Punjab wants to become a wizarding country, what wizarding organization is behind it?"

"You!" Upon hearing Macbeth's words, King Khufu's eyes could not help shrinking.

"Is it Black Castle? Is it White Mist City? Or Tree Mushroom Forest? Or Death Valley?" Macbeth said one name after another, and King Khufu's expression changed drastically.

"You... who are you?!" King Khufu looked at Macbeth and asked.

"Me?" Macbeth twitched his mouth slightly, staring at King Khufu's eyes and said, "Your Majesty, I... am the one who killed you."

"Shut up!" King Khufu stood up directly from his seat, and fled towards the back entrance without hesitation in the next moment, while shouting loudly: "Stop him!"

King Khufu was very rational at this moment. He didn't expect a group of soldiers and guards to kill Macbeth, but only asked to stop him for a while. After all, to be able to calmly name the person who killed him, and to name such a string of wizarding organizations, is probably the last thing he wants to see... a wizard.

Damn wizard!

King Khufu thought about it, and accelerated his feet. Minister of Intelligence Checker quickly caught up, pulled King Khufu and ran aside: "Your Majesty, this way! There is an emergency carriage outside... This matter is my responsibility." Wrong, I didn't expect the enemy to come so quickly, please allow me to resign after this."

"Okay, Checker, don't talk about this yet, take me out of here first, and wait until I'm safe."

"Yes." Checker hurriedly responded, pulling King Khufu to run towards the exit corridor faster.

At this time, the guards and soldiers left behind by King Khufu on the noble viewing platform have already drawn their weapons and rushed towards Macbeth regardless of their own safety.

Among them, two very tall men in the guard roared together, the blood vessels on the surface of the skin protruded, the muscles of the whole body bulged, and a faint blood-colored mist seeped out from the pores. With red eyes, the two held a heavy battle-axe in their hands, and slashed at Macbeth.

"Ah, bloodline seeds? It's still a relatively strong one, what a pity..." Macbeth muttered to himself, and stepped forward to meet the many attacks.

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A few seconds later, King Khufu was about to run into the corridor under the pull of Minister of Intelligence Checker.

I saw Macbeth smiling, walking past a large number of lifelike ice sculptures, and approaching him.

This!

"Your Majesty, run, I'll stop him!" Minister of Intelligence Checker shouted, pushing King Khufu into the corridor, and shouting with his back to King Khufu~IndoMTL.com~Swipe" , Checker pulled out a small but sharp dagger from the gold-rimmed sash around his waist. The blade was pitch black, obviously poisoned, and his face was dignified.

King Khufu saw Chekel's performance, and he was not polite, and quickly agreed: "Okay, Chekel, you stop him. You sacrificed, and I will treat your family well."

"Your Majesty..."

"Huh?"

"I have no family, you forgot?"

"Ah..." King Khufu said, "Then I will erect a monument for you... Well, if there is a chance."

"What?" Chekel was puzzled, and turned to look at King Khufu standing behind him, "Your Majesty, why... why don't you leave?"

"I'm afraid, I can't leave." King Khufu said with a wry smile at this moment, retreating a little bit, and stood side by side with Chekel.

Checker looked suspiciously towards the exit corridor, his eyes could not help shrinking, and he saw an identical Macbeth stepping forward—it was the opposite party who forced King Khufu back.

But...how is this possible?

"It's just a little trick of the wizard, do you need to be so surprised?" Macbeth, who was in front of him, had already approached, waved his hand, the air surged violently, and with a "bang", Chekel was sent flying to the corner middle.

"Da da da", Macbeth approached King Khufu, and at the same time, "Macbeth" in the corridor quickly disappeared.

"Is it an illusion?" King Khufu opened and closed his lips, regretting why he didn't muster up the courage to rush over, but it was too late now.

"It's an illusion." Macbeth gave a definite answer, put one hand on King Khufu's shoulder, and said with a smile, "But it's real now, my lord!"

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