In the blink of an eye, it's final day.
Lisbon Island, Kingdom of Egypt, Cairo City Arena.
The sun was shining fiercely above the head, there was no cloud in the sky, dust was rising like smoke in the arena, and the audience stage was packed. There were also many nobles sitting on the specially isolated noble viewing platform.
The game has obviously not started yet, everyone is whispering among themselves, waiting - waiting for the arrival of a certain big shot.
When the sun rose and crossed the corner of the sky, the temperature suddenly increased, and the crowd began to boil vaguely like water boiling in a copper kettle.
For a moment, the boiling could no longer be contained. Everyone stood up and stretched their necks to look at the noble viewing platform in the distance.
Surrounded by a group of people, Amon Khufu Regedev, the king of the entire Egyptian country, appeared in the arena, and then sat in the exclusive king's seat in the middle of the noble viewing platform.
"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 since it is the final, of course he will come... "
“…”
There was a lot of noise and discussion.
"Quiet!" The host on the high platform, who had changed into a light blue dress, shouted loudly, slightly lowering the noise. Then he faced King Khufu, bent down, and asked respectfully: "The greatest king Your Majesty, can the youth group swordsmanship competition finals begin now?"
The host asked, but King Khufu ignored him at all - which was a bit embarrassing.
The host continued to bend over and tried to turn his eyes upward to look at King Khufu's position. At the next moment, he suddenly had the urge to slap himself. I saw King Khufu, frowning and talking to a confidant next to him. It was obviously something important.
If he asks questions at this time, he will naturally not get an answer. So the question is: Should we ask again, or should we wait. Let me ask again, what should I do if I make the king unhappy? But wait, how long do you have to wait? My waist hurts a little...
King Khufu didn't know what the host was thinking. At this time, he was looking at the person with a cold face on the side - his intelligence minister - Chekel with a frown.
"Your Majesty, according to the news from over there, those who want to harm you may have arrived on the island and may be trying to enter our country.
I think it is best for His Majesty the King not to show up in public in the recent period, to keep his whereabouts secret, and to keep as few people aware of him as possible. You can even find a few stand-ins to cover, after all, it's not like this has 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 am still a little confused about the intentions of those people over there. - Admittedly they helped me a lot, but I don’t think they were sincere and more wanted to take advantage of me.”
"But no matter what, with His Majesty's current status, the other party has indeed contributed." Chekel said seriously, "Moreover, didn't they say before that His Majesty was going to establish a wizarding country? Before the matter is completed, no Will you attack His Majesty easily? After the matter is completed, we must be qualified to negotiate with the other party."
"This..." King Khufu pondered, and couldn't help but touch his chin, and then touched the beard in his hand, and immediately let go with some irritability - he was very young, only twenty-seven years old, and logically speaking, he shouldn't Bearded one.
But the problem is that for the king's status, twenty-seven is too young, which makes it difficult for him to suppress people. He must use this small method to ensure that he looks more mature and majestic. But... he hates this kind of dressing up - the king can't just do whatever he wants.
"Damn beard..." King Khufu muttered vaguely. After thinking for a moment, he looked at Chekel and decided that safety was the first priority. "In this case, then I will do as you say. I will not attend the swordsmanship competition of the senior group in the future." Came forward.”
"Then now..." Checker asked cautiously.
"Now let me take a look at the finals of the youth group." King Khufu said, "If you really hide, you don't know when you will show up again, you have to make some compensation. Even if the prisoner is sentenced to death, there will be no one left in the end. Is the meal delicious?"
"Forehead… "
"Besides, Checker, didn't you mention it before? Those who are unfavorable to me are probably trying to enter the border. That means they haven't come to Kailuo City yet, right?"
"This..." Chikel's eyes flickered.
He knew very well that no matter whether the enemy had reached Kailuo City or not, leaving immediately with King Khufu was the safest and wisest choice. But doing so will definitely spoil the king's interest. After all, King Khufu has been looking forward to this swordsmanship competition for a long time.
It is already a big concession to no longer attend the swordsmanship competition of the middle-aged group. If he still pursues him, he is sure to convince the king and the king will understand him. But in this process, it was inevitable that some grudges would arise in the king's heart.
Some grudges may be inconspicuous, but the current king is only twenty-seven years old. If there are no accidents, he will rule for decades in the future. If that day, the king hates him, then any grudge may become a bargaining chip to kill him.
As Minister of Intelligence, he was exposed to many shady things. It was clear that sometimes it was not enough to do things right, but more importantly, to make the king happy.
So…
Chelsea's brain was spinning rapidly, analyzing all the information she had obtained before. After a while, she looked at King Khufu and said solemnly: "There is absolutely no one who has any dissatisfaction with His Majesty the King in Kailuo City. His Majesty the King can enjoy this time with peace of mind." the match of."
"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 break. After hearing what King Khufu said, he quickly stood up and responded: "Your Majesty the King, everything is ready and I'm just waiting for you to announce the start."
"Well, that's it." King Khufu nodded with satisfaction, "Then let's get started."
"That's right." At the end of the sentence, King Khufu reminded, "Don't make any troublesome narration, just let the two best young swordsmen fight directly. You know, I don't like trouble."
"Yes, yes." The host responded quickly. Although the king's request was very unruly, now, the king is the rule.
Turning his head and looking towards the field, the host took out a white handkerchief and threw it down, shouting: "Now, the game begins!"
Many spectators in the arena were refreshed and looked towards the arena. Then they saw two swordsmen qualified for the finals walking out of the entrances and exits of the two arenas - a man and a woman.
The two walked towards the middle of the field, not looking nervous at all. They walked slowly and looked around.
Under the anxious eyes of everyone, the two finally met in the middle of the field, but they did not break out into a fight as soon as they met, but instead started talking in a low voice. They seem to be provoking and insulting each other, which is quite reasonable.
Generally speaking, the longer the provocation and abuse last, the more exciting the fight will be.
Everyone waited patiently.
Then one second, two seconds, three seconds...
After a while, everyone couldn't sit still. By the way, this process of provocation and abuse is a bit too long, right? Why didn't the two of them take action after more than a minute passed? It seemed that the two of them were not angry at all. They were more like chatting than provoking or cursing.
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 finals are from Pompeii City and were hired by a noble named Jones. Since they are companions, there is no reason to fight to the death.
If two people are talking now, will they discuss giving the championship to one person, and then the other person will directly admit defeat
Everyone's expressions became a little weird as they speculated like this.
King Khufu, who was sitting in his seat, frowned a little. He looked at the host and asked: "What's going on? Why don't the swordsmen in the field fight? Just now, someone shouted 'They are a group', and then what's going on?"
"Um, um..." The host couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Just as he was about to explain, a voice suddenly interrupted him.
"I hope the respected King can listen to my explanation on this issue."
Um
King Khufu and many nobles on the noble viewing platform looked towards the place where the sound came from, and saw a man in white clothes, white trousers, white boots and white hat appearing outside the noble viewing platform and was stopped by several guards. Smiling, respectful.
Macbeth!