Vol 2 Chapter 221: Hello Your Majesty!

In the blink of an eye, the final day.
Lisburn Island, Kingdom of Egypt, Kero City Arena.
The sun was shining violently above the head, there was no cloud in the sky, the dust in the arena rose like smoke, and the audience seats were full. On the specially isolated aristocratic viewing platform, there were also many nobles.
Obviously the game hasn't started yet, everyone is whispering and talking, waiting-waiting for the arrival of a big man.
When the sun rose and crossed the corner of the sky, the temperature suddenly increased, and the crowd was boiling like water boiled in a copper pot.
For a moment, boiling could no longer be contained, and everyone all stood up and stretched their necks toward the distant noble viewing platform.
I saw that surrounded by a group of people, the king of the entire Egyptian country, Amon Khufu Regedev, appeared in the arena, and then sat on the exclusive king seat in the middle of the noble watch stand.
"It's the king!"
"Your Majesty Hufu!"
"I knew that the great Amon would come."
"King Khufu likes this kind of game 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 to a light blue dress on the platform shouted loudly, making the noise slightly lower, then facing the position of King Khufu, bending down and asking respectfully: "The greatest king Your Majesty, may I ask if the finals of the Youth Swordsmanship Conference can begin?"
The host asked aloud, but King Khufu ignored him at all—this was a bit embarrassing.
The host continued to bend over, his eyes rolled up hard, and looked at the location of King Khufu. At the next moment, he suddenly wanted to slap himself. When I saw King Khufu, I was frowning and talking with a confidant around me, obviously there was something important.
At this time, he asked questions, naturally no answer. Then the question comes: do you want to ask again, or wait? Ask again, what to do if the king is unhappy? But wait, how long? My waist hurts...
King Khufu didn’t know what the host was thinking. At this time, he was frowning at the cold-faced man on one side-his intelligence minister-Chekel.
"Your Majesty, according to news from there, those who are going to be against you are likely to have arrived on the island and are probably trying to enter our borders.
In my opinion, it is best not to show up in public in recent times, Your Majesty the King, whereabouts must be kept secret, knowing that fewer people are better. Even, you can find several substitutes to cover, after all, it has not been done before. "
"Is this really serious enough?" King Khufu frowned. "In addition, Chekel, are you sure the news you got is true? To be honest, I still have a little sense of the intentions of those over there." Yes-it is true that they helped me a lot, but I don’t think they are sincere, they want to use me more."
"But in any case, Your Majesty has the current status, and the other party does indeed contribute." Chekel said seriously, "And, before that, did you not say that your Majesty is going to build a wizarding country. Before the matter is completed, no Will you easily deal with your majesty? When things are done, we must be qualified to negotiate with each other."
"This..." King Khufu couldn't help but touched his chin, and then touched his full beard, and immediately released some irritability-he was very young, only twenty-seven years old, logically speaking It shouldn't be a mustache.
But the problem is that the 27-year-old is too young for the status of the king, making it difficult for him to suppress people. This small means must be used to ensure that he looks more mature and more majestic. But... he hated this kind of dress up-the king couldn't do whatever he wanted.
"Damn beard..." King Khufu murmured vaguely, thinking for a moment and looking at Chekel, deciding to be safe, "If that is the case, then do as you say, and I will do after the Sword Art Conference Not coming up."
"Then now..." Chekel asked cautiously.
"Now the youth group finals, let me have a look." King Khufu said, "really hide, do not know when to show up again, always a little compensation. Even if the prisoners are sentenced to death, there will be no one Is the meal delicious?"
"amount……"
"Besides, Chekel, haven't you mentioned it before? Those who are not good to me are probably trying to enter the border. That means they haven't come to the city of Kairo, right?"
"This..." Chekel's eyes flickered.
He knew very well that regardless of whether the enemy had arrived in the city of Kailuo, he would leave immediately with King Khufu, the safest and most sensible choice. But in doing so, it will definitely wipe out the interest of the king. After all, King Khufu has been expecting this swordsmanship conference for a long time.
It is already a big concession to stop attending the Swordsman Conference of the Middle Ages. If he is still chasing after him, he is sure to convince the king that the king will understand him. But in this process, the king's heart will inevitably not produce some mustard.
Some mustards may be inconspicuous, but the current king is only twenty-seven years old. If there is no accident, there will be decades of reign in the future. In case that day, the king hated him, then any little mustard could become a bargaining chip to kill him.
As an intelligence minister, he was exposed to many dark things. It is clear that sometimes it is not enough to get things right, and more importantly, to make the king happy.
Then...
Chelsea's brain was spinning fast, analyzing all the information it had previously obtained, half-sounding, looking at King Khufu and said in a deep voice: "There is no person who has a dissatisfaction with His Majesty the King, there is absolutely no existence in the city of Kailuo, and His Majesty can enjoy this time with confidence the match of."
"That's good." King Huff smiled when he heard it, then thought of something and asked, "Oh, why didn't the game start yet?"
The host on the high platform felt that his waist was about to break. After listening to King Khufu, he quickly got up and responded: "Dear His Majesty, everything is ready, just waiting for you to announce the start."
"Well, is that so?" King Khufu nodded in satisfaction. "Then let's get started."
"That's right." At the end, King Khufu reminded, "Don't make any hard work, 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, now, the King is the rule.
Turning his head, looking at the field, the host took out the white handkerchief and dropped it directly, shouting: "Below, the game begins!"
Many spectators on the field were refreshed and looked towards the field in unison. Then they saw two swordsmen qualified for the finals, coming out from the entrances and exits of the two arenas-one man and one woman.
The two approached towards the middle of the field, and they seemed not nervous at all. While walking slowly, they looked around.
In the anxious eyes of everyone, the two finally met in the middle of the field, but they did not explode the battle as soon as they met, but talked in a low voice. It seems to be provoking and insulting each other, which is reasonable.
Generally speaking ~EbookFREE.me~ The longer the provocation and abuse, the more exciting the battle will be.
Everyone waited patiently.
Then one second, two seconds, three seconds...
After a while, everyone could not sit still. In other words, the process of provocation and abuse is a bit too long, right? Why has more than a minute passed and the two haven't started yet? It seems that the two of them seem to be out of anger, and are more like chatting than provocation and abuse.
to chat with? !
At this moment, someone shouted in time: "They are a gang!"
"Wow!"
Everyone suddenly realized.
Isn't it? Now, the two swordsmen in this final, according to the introduction of the previous host, are from where Pompetz was hired by a noble named Jones. Since it is a companion, there is naturally no reason to fight desperately.
Saying that two people are talking now, will it be possible to discuss giving up the championship to one person, and then the other person will admit defeat?
Everyone guessed so, and the expression became a little weird.
King Khufu sitting in his seat, frowning 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', and what's going on?"
"Well, this..." The host couldn't help but sweated out, just about to explain, and suddenly a voice interrupted him.
"This question, I hope the respected King, can listen to my explanation."
Ok?
King Khufu, together with many nobles on the noble viewing platform, looked at the place where the voice came out, and saw a man in white clothes, white pants, white boots, and white hats appear outside the noble viewing platform and were stopped by several guards With a smile and a respectful face.
Macbeth!
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