Vol 2 Chapter 222: Your majesty, I am the one who killed you!

"Who are you?" King Khufu frowned, looking at Macbeth and asked.
"Great King, please allow me to introduce myself." Macbeth bowed. "My name is Jones and I am from Pomberts."
"Pombets City?" King Khufu raised an eyebrow. "That seems to be the city of Saudi Arabia? So, are you from Saudi Arabia?"
King Khufu's attitude quickly became a little cold and vigilant, questioning Macbeth: "Gentiles, what are you doing here?"
"His Majesty the King, please don't get me wrong. Although I am indeed a Gentile, I firmly believe that Saudi Arabia will one day return to the territory of Egypt and Pompeii will be ruled by His Majesty."
King Khufu's expression eased a bit, but said nothing.
Macbeth went on to say: "The reason I came here was to take the three swordsmen I specially trained to attend the Kailo City Swordsmanship Convention. In the competition, one swordsman was unfortunately killed, and The remaining two swordsmen are now on the field."
"It turns out... are the two swordsmen below yours." King Khufu's eyes flashed. "No wonder someone said they are a gang, no wonder they haven't started fighting yet."
"Please do not misunderstand your great king." Macbeth said, "The reason why they don't want to fight is my advice. Because, under my careful training, they have all become excellent swordsmen and can walk. To the finals of the swordsmanship conference has proved their strength.
I want to dedicate them to the king to protect the king's safety, rather than being injured and dying in battle. Of course, the final choice is still in your hands. If you want them to offer you a wonderful battle, it is also their supreme honor. "
"Even?" King Khufu narrowed his eyes, "To me? Let me choose? Why are you a foreigner? Unless... what is your purpose."
"His Majesty the King, you are as wise as people praise. I... indeed have a small purpose."
"What purpose?"
"I don't know, can I..." Macbeth didn't say it directly, but gestured at the soldier standing in front of him.
King Khufu waved his hand and said to the soldier: "Let him come in."
"Yes." The soldier turned to the next station and put Macbeth into the noble viewing platform.
Cherke, the intelligence minister next to King Khufu, looked at Macbeth with some vigilance. Seeing Macbeth getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but approached King Khufu and whispered a few words.
"I know." King Khufu said, just before Macbeth walked a few meters away from him, he waved his hand and asked the soldier to stop Macbeth again. He said, "Okay, what's the purpose, say it ."
"Yes." Macbeth bowed his thanks, and then straightened a little bit, looking straight at King Khufu. "My great king, my little purpose is to get an answer from you."
"Question? What question?" King Khufu asked.
"A very simple question." Macbeth said, "I heard that if Egypt wants to become a wizarding country, I don't know what wizarding organization is behind it?"
"You!" Upon hearing Macbeth's words, King Khufu couldn't help shrinking his eyes.
"Is Heyburg? Is it White Mist City? Or is it a tree mushroom forest? Or is it Death Valley?" The names came out from Macbeth's mouth, and King Khufu had changed his face.
"You... who are you?!" King Khufu looked at Macbeth and asked.
"Me?" Mike White's mouth twitched slightly and stared at King Khufu's eyes. "My great King, I... I'm the one who killed you."
"Brush!" King Khufu stood up directly from his seat and fled towards the back entrance without hesitation at the next moment, while shouting loudly: "Stop me!"
At this moment King Khufu was very sensible, and he didn't even expect a group of soldiers or guards to kill Macbeth, just asked to stop for a moment. After all, being able to say the person who killed him calmly, and still being able to name a string of wizarding organizations, I am afraid that it might be the last thing he wants to see... the wizard.
Damn the wizard!
King Khufu thought, his feet accelerated, and the Minister of Information Chucker hurried to catch up, holding King Khufu to the side and running: "Your Majesty, here! There is an emergency carriage outside... I am wrong, I did not expect the enemy to come so fast, please allow me to resign after this matter."
"Okay, Chekel, don't say this first, take me out of here, and wait until I'm safe."
"Yes." Chekel responded in a hurry, pulling King Khufu faster and ran towards the exit.
At this time, the guards and soldiers left by King Khufu had drawn out their weapons and rushed to Macbeth without any care.
Among them, two particularly tall people in the guards roared together, the blood vessels on the skin surface burst, and the muscles in the whole body were one of the drums, and the mist oozed out from the pores. The two crimson eyes, each holding a heavy battle axe, severely split against Macbeth.
"Ah, blood seed? It's the stronger one, but it's a pity..." Macbeth murmured to himself, striding to face many attacks.
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A few seconds later, King Khufu was about to run into Yongdao under the pull of Intelligence Minister Chekel. He turned his head subconsciously, and his body was cold.
I saw that Macbeth walked across a large number of lifelike ice sculptures with a smile and stepped towards him.
This!
"Your Majesty is running, I'll stop him!" the Information Minister Chekel shouted, pushed King Khufu into the corridor, and shouted back to King Khufu. UU reading www.uukanashu.com
With a "brush", Chekel withdrew a small and sharp dagger from the waistband with gold rims. The blade was completely dark, which was obviously quenched and his face dignified.
King Khufu watched Chekel's performance, and he was not polite. He quickly agreed: "Okay, Chekel, you stop him. You sacrificed, and I will treat your family well."
"His Majesty……"
"Ok?"
"I have no family, you forgot?"
"Eh..." King Khufu exclaimed. "Then I will make a monument to you... well, if there is a chance."
"Why?" Chekel questioned and turned to look at King Khufu who was standing behind him. "Your Majesty, why...you haven't left yet?"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to leave." King Khufu smiled bitterly at this moment, stepping back a little, and stood side by side with Chekel.
Chekel swept the exit lane suspiciously, his eyes shrunk, and he saw an identical Macbeth stepping forward—it was the other 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 from the front approached, and the air surged with a wave of his hand. With a "bang", he flew Chekel into the corner.
"Da Da Da", Macbeth stepped closer to King Khufu, and at the same time, the "Macbeth" in the corridor disappeared quickly.
"Is it an illusion?" King Khufu opened his lips a little, regretting why he didn't have the courage to rush past, but it was too late.
"It's an illusion." Macbeth gave a definite answer. He put a hand on King Khufu's shoulders and smiled. "But it's true now, my majesty!"
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