"Of course you will be happy. If I had come to the appointment alone, I would have been killed by the guards!" Hattar replied with a sneer.

"I didn't expect you to see me this way, Hattar..." the king said with a sigh.

"But this is what you do, isn't it, my father?" Hattar's expression suddenly turned cold. He stared at the extremely old Bazel sitting on the throne in front of him, and raised his tone a bit as he asked loudly.

"Why Harold? That good-for-nothing who does nothing but curry favor with the church. How am I inferior to him?"

"Answer me, father!" Hattar growled with gritted teeth, his eyes wide open, and roared.

Basel stared at Hattar in silence, but Hattar continued to question him relentlessly.

"Isn't it what you have been doing to reduce the authority of the church and consolidate all power in your hands? Or are you afraid? Are you afraid of the power of the church and are you willing to be a puppet king like Harold?"

"If you don't understand this, it means you are not qualified, Hattar, and are far from being able to shoulder the responsibility of being a king." Bazel looked at his second son with great disappointment.

"Really?" Hattar's face twisted, but he soon regained his composure and laughed. "But now it turns out that I am right. Harold lost, Anruk is dead, and from tomorrow I will become the new king of Hadratha!"

"And I... have surpassed you, father! I will expel all those priests from the kingdom, bring every territory under the rule of the king and the nobles, and become a true King of Hadhrata!" Hattar said excitedly.

"In that case, then come on." Bazel stood up from the throne with great effort, drew out his sword, and pointed it at Hattar. "More than a hundred years ago, your grandfather chopped off the head of the previous king here and seized the throne of Hadratha... Let me see how magnanimous you are as a king!"

Hattar, who was pointed at by the sword, paused for a moment. He did not expect that Bazel, who was over eighty years old, would actually intend to duel with him to decide the ownership of the throne. He was a little at a loss for a moment.

Although he did come to seize the throne, he had no intention of regicide. He just wanted to make Bazel understand that he was the best candidate to become king.

"Of course, you can also choose to let someone else kill your father!" Basel's words were sharp, with a hint of sarcasm.

At this point, Hattar no longer hesitated. He shook off the blood on the sword, gripped the hilt tightly, and rushed towards Basel.

“clang~”

There was an ear-piercing sound of metal collision, sparks flew, and the two swords intertwined. Basel was already very old, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind, but he held the sword firmly with both hands and blocked the attack.

"Is this all the strength you have, Hattar?" King Bazel said disappointedly. "Although power and status are very important, strength is what truly belongs to you and will be your last resort..."

The sound of swords clashing continued to ring out in the huge palace. Hattar's movements were swift and beautiful. As a prince, he had naturally received the best guidance and the most rigorous combat training. He also inherited a powerful bloodline, so his strength should not be underestimated.

But his opponent was the king of Hadratha, Bazel, who had led his army to explore everywhere and was known as the Lion! "Don't let your anger affect your actions. This is a taboo. Don't let me see your expression. It will expose your next move!" Bazel blocked Hattar's powerful attack again, then turned the sword and left a clear blood mark on the opponent's face, saying coldly. "The enemy's blade will not show mercy!"

Lin En watched the fight between the father and son with great interest. He was very interested in these so-called royal families and nobles who inherited his bloodline.

According to [Magic Creator] Vittorio, these inherited "excellent bloodlines" should be the remnants of the old times, and they may all be descendants of some powerful shaping wizards.

It's similar to Owen who took the fusion potion to gain the power of Warcraft...

Of course, this cannot be confirmed. Wizards have a variety of methods, especially hundreds of years ago when there was no mainstream school of thought, it was possible to gain power by any means.

As for the strength of the two, Hattar has the physical fitness of a second-level shaping wizard, while King Bazel is obviously stronger. Even though he is old, he can still calmly take on every sword of Hattar.

On the surface, the two were evenly matched, but the gap soon became apparent. Hattar became more and more impatient as he failed to defeat the opponent for a long time. A red light surged around him, his strength suddenly increased, and his sword became faster again.

"Using uncontrolled power will only backfire!" Bazel's expression remained unchanged. He did not defend himself this time. He took the opportunity to strike the sword at a tricky angle. "For a sword, faster is not always better!"

Hattar only felt his right hand suddenly go numb, and the sword slipped out of his hand.

However, Basel did not pursue the victory. He dropped the sword in his hand, and his old hand tightly grasped Hattar's collar. He opened his mouth to say something, but the next moment he felt a pain in his chest. It was a dagger that pierced straight into his heart.

The one who did it was Hattar! "This is what you taught me, father. I should never let my guard down." Hattar was calm in his madness, and these words were almost spoken through his teeth.

Blood gushed out of the corners of Bazel's mouth, but a smile appeared on his face. He held Hattar's hand and stabbed the dagger deeper, his eyes burning. "Don't be afraid. Remember this feeling, my son. The throne is made of iron and blood. The only person you can trust is yourself."

"And there is no difference between priests, nobles, and wizards... uncontrolled power will sooner or later bring disaster to this kingdom!" Bazel's voice was very low, mixed with a low moan of pain, almost ringing in Hattar's ears. "You did something wrong, you shouldn't have completely destroyed the church and broken this balance, but it's too late, everything is too late now!"

I treat you and Harold the same way... Bazel wanted to continue speaking, but the surging blood had blocked his throat, and his body soon collapsed...

(End of this chapter)