Chapter 20 Entering the Palace

Zu Bei walked into the room and said, "Here are the people."

Looking inside, Tu Xing has a panoramic view.

Walid was still in the main seat, and on his left sat a beautiful young woman with golden and pink lines dotted under her eyes and scattered on her cheeks and the edges of her hair.

Obviously, she is Walid's daughter - Shirin.

The beautiful woman looked at him curiously and spoke first, "Are you my father's new bodyguard?"

"Yes." Tu Xing placed one hand on his other shoulder and lowered his eyes: "Beautiful Madam."

Shirin's smile widened. "What can you do? You don't look very strong, not even half as strong as Muhammad."

As soon as the words fell, the guard who was like a background behind the woman took a step forward, raised one hand and clenched it into a fist. His arm was sleeveless, and the strength of his muscles was clearly visible.

As guards, Tu Xing naturally cannot compare with others in terms of physique. He has known this for a long time.

The young man kept a calm and composed smile on his face. "You already have Muhammad for 'strength', but do you have anyone for 'agility'?"

"I'm very interested in magic and once got a small booklet of magic steps from Celilda."

The woman's face was clearly dull, and when she heard "Celilda," she was stunned. "A little magic?"

Tu Xing nodded, "Yes, it's very small, but I think that in the palace there will be more opportunities to learn powerful and practical magic, which will help you get what you want."

Xilin rested her hand on her chin, her expression scrutinizing: "Can you earn the king's favor?"

Tu Xing remained calm and said, "I'll do my best."

After hearing this, Xilin smiled. "Father, you said he could use a crossbow? He's so agile and he even studied magic later on. It's really rare, but..."

She changed the subject: "It's really a waste of talent for him to follow me, why don't you let him follow my brother?"

Walid thundered, "If he wants to learn magic, he can only approach Celilda from you. You should train him well and let him start from the outermost part. He will be reassigned after seven days."

Xilin stared at the young man's face. "Outskirts? Seven days?"

After she repeated these two words, she quickly said, "Okay, then just follow me. You stay outside the door first, and I'll call you when I leave."

"Yes." Tu Xing achieved his goal, quickly left the room and stood beside the door.

The angle shifted, and the young man's hand passed over the small bag of magnets tied to his backpack.

Because I was worried that the pocket watch had a limited number of uses, and because the previous conversation with Walid went smoothly, I did not use backtracking this time, and everything went smoothly in the end.

Tu Xing recalled and pondered the woman's words and attitude, and did not miss that she was politely declining. He was a little surprised. An ordinary person would not refuse to have more guards around him, right?

It seems... that he cares a lot about his face.

Tu Xing put his hands on his face. Was he worried that the Sultan would notice him?

He shouldn't be brought to the bedroom that day, he thought uncertainly.

Time passed quietly, and when it was almost dusk, the people inside came out.

When Xilin saw the person, she looked surprised and said, "Oh, I forgot about you. I'm sorry." There was not much apology in her tone or expression.

She leaned back and said, "Mohammed, after you get in the car, take him to buy some food and have him start his guard work as soon as possible. The outermost area... feed the horses, that's where they're most in need of manpower."

Hearing this, Tu Xing half lowered his head, raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

The burly Muhammad looked down at the new young man and said, "Yes, ma'am."

But his tone turned stern to the young man, "Follow me."

Tu Xing lowered his eyes: "Yes."

…

The scenery outside the window slowly moved backwards. Tu Xing munched on a pancake and moved the bag on his back to the side so that he could sit more steadily and save energy. It was very quiet.

Muhammad looked at him and warned him, "Magic isn't something that ordinary people can learn just by wanting to. I've seen many people talk nonsense in front of their bosses."

"Be sensible, kid, and don't try to cause trouble."

Hearing this, Tu Xing glanced back at him, "Why do you think he's trying to stir up trouble?"

Muhammad: "There are many jobs you can do at the bazaar, but you chose to go to the palace instead."

His tone was firm: "You must have something wrong. Don't tell anyone that it was Madam Xilin who brought you in."

Tu Xing: “…” I have to say he is very perceptive.

Speechless, he continued to eat the cake silently.

About half an hour later, a large building with towering walls came into view. Tu Xing estimated the height of the wall to be at least three meters high, and squinted slightly.

When the carriage entered the palace, Muhammad said, "You get off first. The horses are fed right behind here."

Hearing this, the young man suddenly had a bad feeling, but he still got out of the car and followed the man.

Muhammad: "You should stay in a separate room. Although I am on guard against you, if I find out that you are truly loyal, we can meet again in the future."

Tu Xing nodded and responded verbally: "Thank you."

Walk around the wall a thousand steps and stop at the place where the stench is coming from.

The young man looked to the side and saw a dozen black horses in the stable. Inside, there was a man busy working. His skin was so dark that his facial features could not be seen clearly.

Muhammad raised his head and said in a nonchalant manner: "Look, it's inside."

"If you work here for a few days, your skin will get a healthier tan. It will be whiter than a corpse that has been soaked for three days. When I saw you from a distance, I thought you had been skinned!"

Tu Xing was about to speak when he suddenly shut his mouth, his eyes twitching, "There are many people with white skin in my hometown."

Muhammad: "Then where is your hometown?"

Tu Xing was silent for a moment, "It's very far away."

After this answer, Muhammad squinted and looked at the people, "What are you doing all the way here?"

Tu Xing: "Your Majesty is invincible in battle. Sooner or later, you will take this place as your territory. Besides, I can't make it over there, so I fled here to find another way to make a living."

"Oh——" Muhammad had no doubt about this answer.

"His Majesty is supreme. You are far from qualified to be in his presence."

The man called out to the front, "You! Yes, come here, I have something to tell you."

The dark and thin man turned around, staggered over, and looked at the two of them, "You are..."

Muhammad: "I am a guard of the Shilimlai people. He is an outsider doing odd jobs and needs a separate room. I don't know him. I will bring him here. You can take care of him from now on."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The dark and thin man cried out "Hey" and wanted to call for help, but Muhammad walked away very quickly.

Tu Xing looked at the person in front of him and said, "I want to go to the room first. What's your name?"

"Saleh." The dark-skinned man's white eyes and teeth stood out clearly, and the rest was almost invisible.

Tu Xing vaguely sensed the other party's impatience, "Just take me to the place, then you can do whatever you want, sorry for the trouble."

Saleh stared at the man. "Are you registered? If you wander around here, you'll be caught and killed."

Hearing this, Tu Xing's heart trembled. "No, can you take me to register? Thank you."

The dark-skinned man whispered, "It's really troublesome. A man who is not favored has his own guards who treat him as their master."