"Who are you?" King Khufu frowned and asked Macbeth.
"Great King, please allow me to introduce myself." Macbeth bowed, "My name is Jones, from Pompeii."
"City of Pompeii?" King Khufu raised his eyebrows, "That seems to be the city of Saudi Arabia, right? So, you are from Saudi Arabia?"
King Khufu's attitude quickly became a little cold and wary, and he questioned Macbeth: "Gentile, what are you doing here?"
"Your Majesty, your great king, please don't get me wrong. Although I am indeed a foreigner, I firmly believe that Saudi Arabia will one day return to the territory of Egypt, and the city of Pompeii will also be ruled by your Majesty."
King Khufu's expression softened a bit, but he said nothing.
Macbeth continued: "The main purpose of my coming here is to take the three swordsmen I specially trained to participate in the swordsmanship competition in Cairo City. During the competition, one of the swordsmen was unfortunately killed, and The remaining two swordsmen are currently on the field."
"So...the two swordsmen below are all yours." King Khufu's eyes flashed, "No wonder some people say they are a team, no wonder they haven't started fighting yet."
"My great King, please don't get me wrong." Macbeth said, "The reason why they don't want to fight is because of my instructions. Because, under my careful training, they have become very good swordsmen and can walk By the time they reached the finals of the swordsmanship competition, they had already proven their strength.
I want to dedicate them to the king and protect the king's safety instead of dying from injuries in the battle. Of course, the final choice is still in your hands, the king. If you want them to give you a good fight, that's their greatest honor. "
"Even?" King Khufu narrowed his eyes slightly, "Dedicate it to me? Let me choose? You are a foreigner, why do you do this? Unless... you have some purpose."
"Your great King, you are indeed as wise as people praise you. I... do have a small purpose."
"What purpose?"
"I don't know, can I..." Macbeth did not 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 noble viewing stand.
The intelligence minister Cherk next to King Khufu looked at Macbeth with some vigilance. Seeing Macbeth getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but approach King Khufu and whispered a few words.
"I know." King Khufu said. Just when Macbeth was still a few meters away from him, he waved his hand and asked the soldiers to stop Macbeth again and said, "Okay, what is the purpose? Tell me. .”
"Yes." Macbeth bowed in thanks, then straightened his body little by little, 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."
"Problem? What problem?" King Khufu asked.
"A very simple question." Macbeth said, "I heard that Pu Egypt wants to become a wizarding country. I wonder what wizarding organization is behind it?"
"You!" Upon hearing Macbeth's words, King Khufu couldn't help but shrink his eyes.
"Is it Black Castle? Is it White Mist City? Or Mushroom Forest? Or Death Valley?" Each name came out of Macbeth's mouth, and King Khufu's expression changed drastically.
"You...who are you?!" King Khufu looked at Macbeth and asked.
"Me?" Macbeth curled his lips slightly, stared into King Khufu's eyes and said, "Your Majesty, your great king, I... am the one who killed you."
"Brush!" King Khufu stood up from his seat and ran towards the back entrance without hesitation, shouting at the same time: "Stop him!"
At this moment, King Khufu was very rational and did not expect a group of soldiers or guards to kill Macbeth. He only asked to stop him for a moment. After all, to be able to calmly name the person who killed him, and also name such a string of wizard organizations, was probably the person he least wanted to see... the wizard.
Damn wizard!
King Khufu thought, speeding up, and Intelligence Minister Chekel quickly caught up with him, grabbed King Khufu and ran to the side: "Your Majesty, this way! There is an emergency carriage outside... I was wrong about this, there is no Considering that the enemy is coming so quickly, please allow me to resign after this matter."
"Okay, Checker, don't talk about this yet, take me out of here first, and wait until I'm safe."
"Yes, yes." Chekel responded hurriedly, pulling King Khufu to run towards the exit corridor faster.
At this time, on the noble viewing platform, the guards and soldiers left by King Khufu had already drawn their weapons and rushed towards Macbeth regardless of their own safety.
Two particularly tall people among the guards roared together. The blood vessels on the surface of the skin burst out, the muscles in the whole body bulged, and a faint blood-colored mist seeped out from the pores. The two men had red eyes, each holding a heavy battle ax in their hands, and struck Macbeth hard.
"Um, the blood seed? It's still a relatively strong kind, what a pity..." Macbeth muttered to himself, stepping forward to face many attacks.
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A few seconds later, King Khufu was pulled by Intelligence Minister Chekel and was about to run into the corridor. He subconsciously turned his head to look and felt a chill all over his body.
They saw Macbeth walking past a large number of lifelike ice sculptures with a smile and approaching him.
this!
"Your Majesty, run, I'll stop him!" Intelligence Minister Cheker shouted, pushing King Khufu towards the corridor, and shouted with his back to King Khufu.
With a "swipe" sound, Chekel pulled out a small and sharp dagger from the gold-rimmed sash around his waist. The blade was pitch black, apparently quenched with poison, and he had a solemn expression on his face.
King Khufu saw Chekel's performance and was not polite. He quickly agreed: "Okay, Chekel, you stop him. You sacrificed, and I will treat your family well."
"Your Majesty..."
"Um?"
"I have no family, have you forgotten?"
"Um..." King Khufu said, "Then I will erect a monument for you... Well, if there is a chance."
"What?" Chekel was confused and turned to look at King Khufu standing behind him, "Your Majesty, you... why don't you leave?"
"I'm afraid, I won't be able to leave." King Khufu said with a wry smile at this time, retreating a little bit, and stood side by side with Chekel.
Checker glanced towards the exit corridor in confusion, his eyes couldn't help but shrink, and he saw an identical Macbeth walking towards him - it was the other person 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 facing him, had already approached. With a wave of his hand, the air suddenly surged, and with a "bang", Checker was knocked into the corner.
"Da da da", Macbeth stepped towards 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, putting a hand on King Khufu's shoulder and saying with a smile, "But now it's true, my lord!"
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