Chapter 251 The Terrible King
Before coming to Cecilia, the girl was very nervous.
She was extremely reluctant at the thought of being given as a gift to an old king in his forties or fifties.
However, she only has a beautiful appearance, a low social status, and her life and death are in the hands of the powerful. She has no choice but to accept her fate.
With trepidation, she stepped into this majestic palace with a history of tens of thousands of years. After waiting for more than four hours, she finally met the owner of the palace.
No one would have expected that the King of Cecilia, who terrified the surrounding small countries, was actually a handsome man who looked only twenty-five or twenty-six years old.
When the king's deep black eyes looked at her, the girl couldn't help but feel distracted, two blushes appeared on her cheeks, and she looked shy.
I heard that His Majesty the King has been single and has not married a queen yet. After he came to power, he immediately launched a war and annexed the surrounding countries with lightning speed.
He is a powerful man with great ambitions.
Young girls like to admire such men.
If I become his princess, then... I will have endless wealth and glory in my life, and those nobles who looked down on me in the past will be trampled under my feet.
Infinite desire surged in the girl's heart.
Seeing that Denton had been staring at the girl, Locke thought he had taken a fancy to her. He rubbed his hands and asked flatteringly, "Your Majesty, are you satisfied with my gifts? Besides Jenny, there are three more here. Would you like to take a look at them all?"
Upon hearing this, the two boys and one girl stood obediently with their heads lowered, ready to be ordered at any time.
Denton turned his gaze towards Lauke and asked calmly, "Have you ever seen an elf?"
"This..." Lauke replied in a daze, "I... of course I have never seen an elf."
After the War of the Gods, the Elf King blocked the Elf Kingdom and the Fairy Forest, and elves were no longer seen on the continent.
Rolling his eyes, he said cunningly, "But I have seen dark elves."
Except for their skin, hair color, and eyes, the dark elves' facial features, body shape, and aura should be similar to those of the white elves.
He carefully selected four young men and women with blond hair, blue eyes and white skin according to the appearance of the elves described in the legend, just to please the King of Cecilia in exchange for a peace agreement.
"Dark Elf?" Denton sneered, and a black air emerged from his fingertips, instantly wrapping around the girl's neck.
"ah!"
The girl who was still daydreaming a second ago fell into suffocation the next second. She didn't even have time to scream before her neck was broken, spurting out bright red blood, and she fell in a pool of blood in an instant.
"Bang—bang—"
The girl's beautiful head fell and rolled on the floor several times before landing at Lock's feet. Her face was filled with horror, as if she had died with her eyes open.
A living being turned into a headless corpse in the blink of an eye. Lauke and the boys and girls around him were terrified and screamed in horror.
Locke retreated repeatedly, his legs went soft, his huge body fell back, and he sat down on the cold, hard floor. However, the pain did not ease his fear.
When the three boys and girls saw their companions being killed without any warning, they fell to their knees in fear, trembling all over. They completely gave up all the thoughts in their minds and only regretted that they had never appeared in the hall in this life.
Denton stretched out his hand to the side, and the servant Sarn immediately and considerately handed him a white handkerchief.
He took the handkerchief and slowly wiped his fingers, which were spotless.
"Such a filthy thing dares to compete with the elves?" Denton ignored the corpse in front of the throne. There was a coldness in his dark eyes, and he looked at Lauke as if he was looking at a dead thing.
Lauck was so frightened that he nearly wet his pants.
Hearing that Denton Trick was cold-blooded and ruthless, he didn't take it seriously. He thought that as long as one is a human being, he has desires, and if he has desires, he can cater to his needs.
The reason why he chose beautiful boys and girls to present to Denton was that he learned that Denton had not yet married a princess, and he presumptuously believed that Denton was too picky and looked down on ordinary women.
In that case, I will give him a peerless beauty who is as beautiful as an elf.
Since I wasn't sure whether he liked men or women, I just gave them both to him.
Two boys and two girls, there is always one that suits his taste.
When he first arrived in Cecilia, Lauke was confident that he would be able to complete his mission quickly, obtain the peace agreement, and return home safely.
However, at this moment, seeing Denton ruthlessly killing a beautiful girl, he backed down.
Can I still survive?
Lauke swallowed nervously, moved his fat body, ignored the pain in his buttocks, bent his knees, and crawled on the ground humbly.
"Your Majesty, I am... I am narrow-minded and don't understand the beauty of elves. I sent these four people before you and polluted your eyes. Please forgive my unintentional mistake."
He kowtowed with great effort, and big drops of sweat slid down, wetting the ground.
"If you don't like them, please... please go ahead and kill them. When I return, I'll find the real elves for you. See..."
He looked up timidly at the black-haired man on the throne.
"Haha." Denton laughed with an ambiguous tone. "You mean I can kill them at will?"
Upon hearing this, the three boys and girls couldn't help but shudder. Their faces turned pale, with sweat and tears mixed together. They looked miserable and had no trace of the bright and beautiful look they had just had.
"Yes, yes!" Lauke did everything he could to stay alive. "They are my gifts to your majesty. Whether they live or die is entirely up to your majesty's pleasure."
“Pah—pah—pah—”
Denton clapped slowly.
"Duke Locke, you are such a coward."
Lauke wiped the sweat that was pouring down his face with his sleeve and admitted calmly, "Your Majesty is right, you are right. I... I am a shameless person. Hehehe, hehehe——"
As long as he can return home alive, it doesn't matter if he learns to bark like a dog on the spot.
Sarn, who was standing at the foot of the throne, curled his lips.
No wonder the Kakawen Kingdom sent him as an envoy. This kind of servile and fawning behavior is something that ordinary nobles cannot learn.
Denton watched Locke's performance as if he were watching a clown, and awkward laughter echoed in the empty hall.
Locke's laughter became softer and softer, and finally the smile froze on his face. He knelt in fear, waiting for Denton to sentence him to death.
Denton waved to Saan, who understood and turned to a nearby table, poured a glass of liquor, and handed it to him respectfully.
Taking the wine glass, Denton gently shook the transparent liquid in the glass and looked at the obese Duke with cold eyes.
"What is your appeal?"
Locke's heart moved. He didn't expect Denton to give him a chance to speak.
"This..." He hesitated and didn't dare to answer.
Denton took a sip of wine, half-closed his eyes, and said to him, "The King of Kakawen sent you to Cecilia just to give me a beauty?"
"Uh, please forgive me, Your Majesty," Lao Ke said boldly, "Kakawen has no intention of becoming an enemy of Cecilia. The King sent me here to negotiate, hoping that Your Majesty would show mercy and spare Kakawen. We are willing to form an eternal alliance with Cecilia! As long as Your Majesty gives the order, Kakawen is ready to serve you at any time!"
Ever since Denton Trick murdered his brother and usurped the throne, the surrounding nations have been in turmoil. Pedam was the first to be invaded, now part of the Kingdom of Cecilia. Masha, Hardan, and Lidlun were also conquered. In just eighteen years, the territory of Cecilia has quadrupled.
The Kingdom of Kakawin is located in the north, separated from the Kingdom of Cecilia by the Kingdoms of Hardan and Lidlun. Now that the two countries are gone, the Kingdom of Kakawin is in danger.
In order to prevent the country from being annexed after the other two countries, the King of Kakawen sent envoys to negotiate peace before the invasion of Cecilia.
Lao Ke didn't want to come at first, but the king promised him countless gold coins, treasures, beauties, and land, and gave him enough benefits, so he came.
Now that he had witnessed Denton's terrifying methods, Locke didn't dare to have any fantasies.
As long as he can get back alive, he will do anything.
Denton elegantly held a tall wine glass in one hand while resting his other on the throne's armrest. After hearing Locke's request, he curled his lips and said mockingly, "Permanent alliance? Haha, there's no need to go through so much trouble. As long as Kakawen voluntarily incorporates into the territory of Cecilia, I can spare your lives."
Lao Ke's face changed drastically, and he couldn't help asking, "Why? Why do you have to invade other countries?"
"I forgive your rudeness." Denton took a sip of wine, handed the cup to Saan, stood up from the throne, stepped on the girl's blood flowing on the ground, walked slowly to Lauke, and looked down at him condescendingly.
"Duke Lauk, you used the wrong word. I'm not invading, but rather—taking back the land that belongs to the Kingdom of Cecilia."
"What...what?" Locke's eyes widened in horror.
Denton looked at him with disdain and said, "Three thousand years ago, the nations of Pedam, Masha, Hardan, Lidlun, and even your Kakawin were all part of Cecilia. Our ancestors were incompetent and lost their lands. As a distinguished descendant, I have the responsibility and obligation to reclaim these lost territories one by one. You should feel honored to be citizens of Cecilia. In a few years, I will restore Cecilia to its peak ten thousand years ago."
Lauke was completely frightened and stood there like a wooden chicken, while the two men and one woman next to him almost fainted.
No one expected that Denton's ambition was so big that he intended to annex all the surrounding countries.
If they had known this, they should have offered help when Pedam asked other countries for help instead of just standing by and watching.
He thought the fire would not burn him, but he did not expect that he had already become someone else's meal, and being eaten was only a matter of time.
Now, many countries have fallen one after another, and it is too late for them to regret.
The Kakawen Kingdom could not escape the disaster.
As if Locke wasn't sufficiently offended, Denton said proudly, "In fact, I would rather become the master of the Austin Continent, making all races prostrate at my feet and become my slaves."
Locke looked up in disbelief, staring into a pair of bottomless black eyes. His whole body felt cold, as if he was in an ice cellar.
madman!
Denton Trick is a complete lunatic!
How could humans surpass other races and become the masters of the continent?
Not to mention the elves and goblins far away in the west, let’s just talk about the dark elves and orcs nearby, they will be the first to disagree.
Denton ignored Lauke's shock and said calmly, "Go back and tell your king that you can either surrender your land or become the Black Knight's sword."
Lauke slumped on the ground in dejection.
"Saen, show him out." Denton ignored him, sat back on the throne, closed his eyes and dozed off.
Sarn saluted him respectfully, then came to Louk and asked with a smile, "Duke Louk, why do you look so sad? You should be happy to be able to return alive."
Lauke gave a smile that was uglier than crying.
He should be happy that he is still alive.
"Um...what about them?" He pointed at the three boys and girls.
The boys and girls looked at him pleadingly, hoping that he would take them back.
They didn't want to stay in Cecilia for a moment.
Sarn raised his eyebrows and said, "How can I take back a gift I've given away?"
In one sentence, the destination of the young boy and girl was determined.
The boys and girls were terrified.
Lauke quickly agreed: "That's right, that's right. Once a gift is given, there's no reason to take it back."
He stood up swiftly, saluted Denton on the throne, and fled the hall impatiently. He stumbled and nearly fell to the ground in his haste. He frantically steadied himself and quickened his pace, running and leaping as he fled, fearing he would be too late and lose his life.
Sarn Shixiao Temple shook his head and waited for him to leave, then clapped his hands. After a while, the maid Yali appeared.
"Lord Saen." Yali saluted him with her hands covering her chest.
Sarn pointed at the two men and one woman kneeling on the ground. "Send them to Hermon and tell him they are gifts from His Majesty. Let the brothers enjoy them."
Yali glanced coldly at the beautiful young man and woman, without any sympathy. "Yes, Lord Saen."
Sarn pointed to the corpse on the ground and said, "Clean it up."
Yali nodded and acted quickly.
Ten minutes later, the hall returned to normal, and even the strong smell of blood dissipated.
Saan stood in the middle of the hall, nodded with satisfaction, and was about to take credit to Denton on the throne when the air suddenly fluctuated.
He frowned and saw the space being torn apart, revealing a hole, from which walked out a necromancer in a black robe.
"Sheen, aren't you in the Wobba Canyon?" Saen asked puzzledly.
Sheen Pusen ignored him, saluted Denton on the throne, and said in a hoarse voice: "King, the Demon Lord Ansedram is dead."
Denton opened his deep eyes and stared at him sharply. "When? Who killed him?"
"This afternoon, the murderer is unknown." Sheen Pusen replied, "When I arrived, the master had already been reduced to ashes, and even the soul crystal was missing."
Sarn asked in surprise, "That's impossible! Lord Ansedram is the Undead Lord. Unless the Elf King takes action, even the God of Magic, Danlov himself, cannot kill him!"
Xien Pusen looked at Sane coldly: "There are only traces of magical fighting at the scene, of which fire magic is the most obvious. The opponent's strength surpasses that of the God of Magic."
Sarn stroked his chin, frowning. "Are there any fire mages among humans who surpass the level of a god of magic?"
Denton said, "A fire mage cannot kill Ansedram."
Sean Pusen nodded. "Your Majesty is right. Although Lord Ansedram is the last-ranked Demon Lord, he possesses the attribute of immortality. He was able to escape unscathed from the War of the Gods ten thousand years ago, let alone in this era when magic is gradually declining. Unless—"
Sarn pressed, "Unless what?"
Sheen Pusen said grimly, "Unless an elf or goblin out for training takes action, I can't guess who is powerful enough to kill Lord Ansedram."
Sarn thought for a moment and asked, "Have you checked how many adventure teams entered the Wobba Canyon today?"
"Three." Sheen Pusen said coldly, "Two high-level adventuring teams, and one low-level adventuring team composed entirely of magic apprentices."
"What's the highest level among those two high-level adventuring teams?" asked Saan.
"All dead."
When you die, your level doesn't matter.
Sarn raised an eyebrow. "Where's that magic apprentice adventuring team?"
"Get away with it." A strange light flashed in Sheen Pusen's eyes.
Sarn opened his mouth and asked in disbelief, "You mean—they were the ones who killed Lord Ansedram?"
Sheen Posen made no reply.
Sarn shouted, "Stop kidding! A magic apprentice? A rookie who takes ten seconds to chant a magic spell, how can he kill Lord Ansedram, one of the Ten Great Demon Lords? Furthermore, Lord Ansedram is in a canyon three thousand meters below. Without some special skills, you can't get in."
"No, Lord Ansedram died in the rubble field north of the Woba Canyon, near Put Town," Sean Pusen said expressionlessly. "Also, the blood-hell grass planted below three thousand meters was stolen."
Sarn glared and asked sharply, "What did you say? The Blood Hell Grass was stolen? Who stole it?"
Blood Hell Grass is a magic grass from hell. After Lord Ansedram escaped from the seal crack, he brought a Blood Hell Grass and planted it deep in the canyon.
When the Blood Hell Grass is fully mature, its essence can be extracted to relieve the king's pain.
The human body is too fragile to withstand the power of the God of Darkness. Every full moon night, the king would suffer from illness.
hateful!
Who stole the Blood Hell Grass?
Ansedram is such a fool, he can't even take care of a blade of grass, he deserves to die!
Sarn thought viciously.
Sheen Pusen taunted, "If I knew who stole it, I wouldn't be standing here talking nonsense with you."
"You—" Saan ran out of breath, turned to look at Denton on the throne, and knelt on one knee, "King, I am willing to go to the Wobba Canyon to investigate this matter."
Denton's fingers drummed rhythmically on the armrest. After a while, he said, "You two go together."
Sheen Pousen saluted. "Yes, Your Majesty."
****
At midnight, the carriage from Put Town finally arrived in Igeya City.
The city of Igya is worthy of being the most prosperous city in the atrium. It is still brightly lit late at night. The shops on both sides of the street are flashing neon-like magic signs. Pedestrians are walking on the road from time to time, and the taverns are full of night owls who stay up all night.
"Huh, I'm finally back." Budno leaned over the window, looking out at the street, and yawned loudly. "I'm so sleepy."
As a little goblin who loves to eat and sleep, he would usually be lying in bed and fast asleep at this time.
Angel patted his dog's head and said soothingly, "Hold on for a few more minutes, we'll be at the Magic Academy soon."
Shu Li asked Seryu, "It's so late, can we enter the academy gate?"
Seryu said, "Under normal circumstances, we can't."
Hector asked curiously, "What about abnormal circumstances?"
Seryu touched his storage bag and pulled out the adventuring team's badge. "With this, we can enter."
Senior students at the Magic Academy often go out on adventures, and many of them return to the academy in the middle of the night. As long as they show the badge of their adventure team, the gatekeepers will let them in.
Hector breathed a sigh of relief. Thanks to Seryuu's participation, Team Light was able to successfully register as an adventure team.
Fifteen minutes later, the carriage stopped in front of the Saint Vilia School of Magic.
Shu Li took out gold coins from the team's shared funds, paid the reward, and led his teammates into the academy gate.
As Seryuu said, they showed their adventure team badges and the senior guarding the gate let them in easily.
The college is very large and there are no buses at night, so they can only walk back to the dormitory building.
"So far——" Budno was listless and wished he could teleport there.
However, he had not forgotten that he was disguised as a magic apprentice and could not teleport openly in the academy. If he was seen by others, he would not be able to explain himself.
"Hold on, it'll only take 20 minutes to walk there." Shu Li encouraged him.
"Twenty minutes!" Budno almost fell to the ground.
Dizio slapped him hard on the back. "You're worse than two girls!"
Siti and Nasha covered their mouths and laughed.
Budno hung his head in frustration. He was really sleepy!
Amanda kindly asked, "Do you want me to carry you?"
He is very strong, so carrying a little goblin is no problem.
Budno quickly shook his head: "No, no."
Shu Li sighed. Needless to say, he was also sleepy. He had finally made it back to the magic academy, and his mind was relaxed. Fatigue washed over him, and he longed to throw himself into the soft bed and have a good sleep.
The group walked for about twenty minutes, and when they were about to reach the dormitory building, a figure appeared in front of them.
"Hey, where did you little guys come from? You're all covered in dirt. Did you roll around in the mud?"
A familiar teasing voice sounded, and the goblins shuddered involuntarily.
It's Ilio!
Why didn't he just sleep in the dormitory in the middle of the night instead of running here to block them?
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