Chapter 223 - Your Majesty I Am the One Who Will
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Chapter 223: Chapter 222: Your Majesty, I Am the One Who Will Kill You! Chapter 223: Chapter 222: Your Majesty, I Am the One Who Will Kill You! âWho are you?â King Hu Fu furrowed his brow and looked at Macbeth as he spoke.âGreat King, please allow me to introduce myself,â Macbeth bowed, âMy name is Jones, from Pompeitz City.â
âPompeitz City?â King Hu Fu raised an eyebrow, âIsnât that Shateboâs city? So youâre saying youâre one of Shateboâs people?â
King Hu Fuâs demeanor quickly turned somewhat cold and cautious as he questioned Macbeth, âForeigner, what is your business here?â
âGreat Your Majesty, please do not misunderstand, although I am indeed a foreigner, I firmly believe that one day Shatebo will fall under the territories of Pu Aiji, and Pompeitz City will also be ruled by Your Majesty.â
King Hu Fuâs expression softened slightly, but he said nothing.
Macbeth continued, âThe main reason I have come here is to bring my three specially trained swordsmen to compete in the swordsmanship tournament of Kairo City. Unfortunately, one of the swordsmen was killed during the competition, and the remaining two are currently in the arena.â
âSo⊠both of the swordsmen down there are yours,â King Hu Fuâs eyes flashed, âNo wonder someone said they were together, no wonder they have yet to start fighting.â
âGreat Your Majesty, please do not misunderstand,â Macbeth spoke out, âTheir unwillingness to fight is by my instruction. Under my careful training, they have both become very skilled swordsmen, and reaching the finals of the swordsmanship tournament has proven their strength.
I wish to offer them to the King, to ensure Your Majestyâs safety, rather than have them be injured or killed in combat. Of course, the final decision is in Your Majestyâs hands. If you wish to see them perform a splendid fight, it would be their utmost honor.â
âOh?â King Hu Fuâs eyes narrowed slightly, âOffer them to me? Let me choose? Why would you, a foreigner, do such a thing? Unless⊠you have some ulterior motive.â
âGreat Your Majesty, you are indeed as wise as people praise you to be, I⊠indeed have a little motive,â Macbeth admitted.
âWhat motive?â
âMay I ask if I couldâŠâ Macbeth didnât say directly but glanced meaningfully at the soldiers blocking his way.
With a wave of his hand, King Hu Fu told the soldiers, âLet him in.â
âYes,â the soldiers stepped aside, allowing Macbeth onto the nobleâs viewing platform.
The Intelligence Minister Cheker, standing beside King Hu Fu, looked at Macbeth with some vigilance. Seeing Macbeth get closer, he couldnât help but lean in and whisper a few words to King Hu Fu.
âI know,â King Hu Fu said, just as Macbeth got to within a few meters of him, waved his hand to have the soldiers block Macbeth again, and said aloud, âAlright, whatâs your motive? Speak.â
âYes,â Macbeth bowed in thanks, then gradually straightened his body and looked directly at King Hu Fu, âGreat Your Majesty, my small motive is simply to get an answer to a question from you.â
âA question? What question?â King Hu Fu asked.
âA very simple question,â Macbeth said, âItâs said that Pu Aiji aims to become a Wizard Country; I wonder which Wizard Organization is supporting it from behind?â
âYou!â Upon hearing Macbethâs words, King Hu Fuâs eyes involuntarily narrowed.
âIs it Black Evil Castle? White Mist City? Tree Mushroom Forest? Or perhaps Death Valley?â As Macbeth spoke, each name mentioned made King Hu Fuâs face turn pale.
âYou⊠who exactly are you?!â King Hu Fu stared at Macbeth as he asked.
âMe?â Macbethâs lips curved slightly upwards as he locked eyes with King Hu Fu, âGreat Your Majesty, I⊠am the one sent to kill you.â
âSwoosh!â King Hu Fu immediately stood up from his seat and the next moment, without hesitation, he fled towards the exit at the back, shouting loudly, âStop him!â
At that moment, King Hu Fu was very rational. He did not entertain the idea that a group of soldiers or Guards could kill Macbeth; he only needed them to delay him for a moment. After all, someone who could calmly declare himself as the Kingâs assassin and who could list so many Wizard Organizationsâ names was likely to be someone he least wanted to encounter⊠a Wizard.
Damn Wizards!
King Hu Fu thought as he picked up speed, Intelligence Minister Cheker quickly caught up, grabbing King Hu Fu and running to one side, âYour Majesty, this way! Thereâs an emergency carriage waiting outside⊠I was at fault for this, I didnât expect the enemy to come so quickly, please allow me to resign after this incident.â
âEnough, Cheker, donât talk about that now, just get me out of here first, we can talk once Iâm safe.â
âYes, yes,â Cheker replied hastily, pulling King Hu Fu along even faster toward the exit tunnel.
At that moment, on the nobleâs viewing platform, the guards and soldiers King Hu Fu had left behind had already drawn their weapons, fearlessly charging towards Macbeth.
Among the guards, two particularly tall men let out roars, their skinâs blood vessels bulging, muscles swelling, and a faint blood mist seeping from their pores. With red eyes, they each wielded a heavy battle axe, savagely swinging them down at Macbeth.
âHmm, a Bloodline Seed? And one of the stronger kinds, too badâŠâ Macbeth murmured to himself, stepping forward to meet the flurry of attacks.
A few seconds later, just as King Hu Fu was about to enter the tunnel, pulled by Intelligence Minister Cheker, he instinctively looked back and felt a chill run through his body.
He saw Macbeth, smiling as he walked past a number of life-like ice sculptures, stepping closer to him.
This!
âYour Majesty, run! Iâll stop him!â Intelligence Minister Cheker shouted, pushing King Hu Fu into the tunnel and calling out with his back towards King Hu Fu.
With a âswooshâ, Cheker pulled out a small yet sharp dagger from his gold-trimmed belt, its blade pitch-black, obviously poisoned, his face serious.
King Hu Fu, seeing Chekerâs resolve, didnât hesitate, quickly replying, âAlright, Cheker, you hold him off. If you sacrifice yourself, I will take good care of your family.â
âYour MajestyâŠâ
âHmm?â
âI donât have a family, remember?â
âAhâŠâ King Hu Fu said, âThen I will erect a monument for you⊠well, if thereâs a chance.â
âWhat?â Cheker asked, puzzled, turning to look at King Hu Fu standing behind him, âYour Majesty, why⊠why havenât you left?â
âIâm afraid I canât leave now.â King Hu Fu said with a wry smile, slowly backing away to stand side by side with Cheker.
Cheker, confused, swept his gaze into the tunnel, his eyes narrowing when he saw another identical Macbeth walking towards themâindeed, it was this figure driving King Hu Fu back.
But⊠how could that be?
âIs this all it takes to surprise you? A Wizardâs simple trick?â The Macbeth in front had already approached, waving his hand and the air surged violently. With a âbangâ, Cheker was flung into a corner.
âTap, tap, tap,â Macbeth strode closer to King Hu Fu, while at the same time, the âMacbethâ from the tunnel quickly vanished.
âAn illusion?â King Hu Fuâs lips moved slightly, regretting why he hadnât mustered the courage to run through it earlier, but it was too late now.
âAn illusion,â Macbeth confirmed, placing a hand on King Hu Fuâs shoulder, smiling, âBut this is real, my King!â
AhâŠ