Chapter 165 The Last Bet, the Last Kindness (asking for monthly ticket)
Cosimo stood in the center of the Colosseum in a daze, his figure drowned by the overwhelming applause. The applause was like nails hitting him, making him unable to move.
Finally, he just drooped his shoulders and stared gloomily at Cesare who was leaving on the sleigh.
Li Qingping raised his head and murmured, "His Highness Xizel... won?"
In the royal stand, Yagubaru looked at César flying over on a sled through the crystal ball and thought:
"Even the Royal Court team almost failed to stop him. This kid is indeed an absolute genius. If we keep cooperating with him... when we attack the Salvation Society, he might be able to play a role."
After watching this battle, Yagubaru understood that Xizel's talent was undoubtedly at a top level among the wonder envoys.
Not only did he resonate with the generation-level anecdotes at a young age, but he also showed amazing psychological qualities in his first battle. Xizel was so calm that he didn't look like a man who was fighting for the first time, but a general who had experienced many battles.
With this kind of talent...I'm afraid even Li Qingping, who is hailed as "a genius once in hundreds of years", can hardly compare to him.
Moreover, the king who has the most prestige and the most say in the Whale's Box Garden has said that if Xizel grows up normally, he will definitely become the greatest monarch in the Box Garden in the future, and also the greatest messenger of strange news.
If Xi Zeer's body had not been weak and unable to withstand the power of the strange fragments for a long time, the king would have made him start practicing long ago.
To be honest, even if Xizel can handle mythical wonders in the future, Yagubaru would not find it strange.
This monstrous boy can definitely be put to use.
A moment later, César fell from the Christmas sleigh, stepped through the snow and stood on the floor of the stands.
He raised his head, and his eyes swept over Lorenzo with a lukewarm gaze, and finally stopped at Carilena's face. His expression softened for a moment, and a smile hung on his face: "Mother, look, isn't everyone's reaction very enthusiastic?"
Kaliliana's eyes were filled with surprise. She stared at the white-haired boy who had become much stranger, opened her mouth slightly, but could not speak.
Seeing her silence, Xizel said calmly: "Mother, since the exhibition match is over, I will go back to rest first."
After a pause, he glanced at Lorenzo out of the corner of his eye and said, "Brother, I hope you can find the letter I wrote to you... I wrote it very seriously."
After he finished speaking, César picked up the crystal ball on the chair, got on the sled and drove away.
Kaliliana stared at his back in a daze. How could this weak third son actually defeat his brother?
Shock enveloped her heart for a long time. After a moment, she suddenly recalled the king's words and murmured, "Your Majesty... perhaps this child's potential is even more amazing than you think."
Li Qingping raised his head and stared quietly at the sled flying towards the sky until it was swallowed by the clouds.
To be honest, he had already planned to protect the third prince, but in the end he was not needed at all, and Xizel stood on the side of the winner.
In fact, the trick of the Christmas sleigh was taught to Cesar by Li Qingping a year ago.
At that time, Li Qingping observed that every time the elk pulling the sled stepped on the spot, the snow accumulated on its hooves would become thicker. So he gave a suggestion and asked César to try it.
During his first attempt, Xizel nearly smashed the floating castle to pieces. Fortunately, Li Qingping stopped him in time, otherwise it would have caused a disaster.
Before the fight, Li Qingping did think that if he used this trick, Xizel might be able to defeat the second prince.
But he was not optimistic about César's psychological quality. He thought that the result was probably that César panicked at the beginning of the battle and was captured by the Second Prince's Octave Prism before he could use his full strength.
But to his surprise... Xizel's performance on the battlefield was so calm, just like a natural warrior.
Could a child who had never received any training really give such an amazing performance in his first battle?
Li Qingping shook his head, collected his messy thoughts, took a deep breath and stopped standing and watching. Instead, he turned around and left the field with the six members of the Wang Ting team.
Soon after César returned, it was already night in the whale's box garden.
Under the cover of night, he sat on the rooftop of the floating castle, gazing at the sky full of fluorescent light. The almost transparent surface of the whale skin was flowing with undulating waves, and the hazy light of the water was sprinkled in the lonely garden.
"Yagubaru, didn't you say you wanted to make a bet with me?" he asked.
"Yes, let's bet on whether someone will come to kill you tonight." said Yagubaru.
"What if you lose?"
"Then I'll just have to cut open my stomach and commit suicide."
"You are not allowed to die." Xizel frowned.
"So what do you want me to do?"
"If you lose, you must accompany me around the world and don't run around." Xizel said softly, "I will leave here forever and never come back."
At this point, he lowered his voice and said, "This way, this stupid fight will end. Father's health will return to normal, and my brother will inherit the throne. Everything... will slowly get better."
"You...why are you still deceiving yourself?" Yagubaru said helplessly.
"Promise me."
"I promise you...even though I don't think I can lose."
"It's getting late, let's go to bed."
As he spoke, César picked up the crystal ball, returned to the bedroom, changed into pajamas, and then lay down on the bed. Holding the crystal ball, he stared at the little shark in the sea for a while, then he slowly closed his eyes.
"Good night, Yakubaru."
"Good night, Xizel." Yagubaru paused, "Although you will wake up soon, good night."
Xizel clearly couldn't sleep, but he was trying hard to force himself to sleep. It was like a person who couldn't get drunk, constantly pouring wine into his throat. The cold liquid slid through his internal organs, but it only made him more conscious.
Yagubaru stayed in the crystal ball, his dark blue eyes reflecting the struggling sleeping face of the white-haired boy.
After a while, until César really fell asleep, Yagubaru slowly opened the lid of the crystal ball.
It controlled the dark water flow to float upwards and hid in the shadow of a corner of the dormitory, like a hunter hiding in the jungle waiting for prey, with dark blue pupils standing upright, shining brightly in the darkness.
I don’t know how long it had been, but a sudden noise came to my ears.
Xizel suddenly opened his eyes, turned over, and looked up, only to see dark figures in night clothes falling from the rooftop. Without any hesitation, they crushed the cards they had prepared in their hands at the same time.
Silver streaks of light flashed through the darkness, and then a dense mass of fireballs shot towards César, carrying with them a whistling heat wave that illuminated his pale face.
Fire was reflected in his contracted pupils, and the high temperature almost burned his white hair in an instant.
"Got it!" This was the first thought that flashed through the assassins' minds.
No matter how powerful the Strange Stories User is, they cannot use the Strange Stories Fragments instantly. They must summon the Strange Stories Atlas in advance to prepare for battle.
Not to mention he was a child... Having lost the atlas of strange things, Xizel was now just a powerless boy. Facing the overwhelming flames, he could only choose to sit and wait for death. There was no other ending.
However, just as the assassins were thinking this, a dark stream of water suddenly formed in the air like a waterfall, covering the front of César seamlessly. The surging tide was like an underwater whirlpool, roaring and swirling, completely swallowing up a dozen whistling fireballs.
As the flames were completely extinguished, a plume of steam rose up, filling the assassins' shocked eyes.
Before the assassins could come to their senses, a shark several meters long suddenly emerged from the shadows. Its entire body was wrapped in black water, spinning in the air at high speed like a gyroscope.
A violent line of blood flashed through the darkness in an instant, and the sharp fish fins cut the throats of seven assassins. The only remaining assassin was bitten on the shoulder by the shark.
The shark rammed his head against the wall, and he was stuck like a nail in the wall, unable to move.
Then, the shark controlled the black water flow to block his mouth and nose. The assassin seemed to be drowning and was about to suffocate at any time, and he couldn't even scream.
This was the person that Yagubaru deliberately left alive.
If several assassins were killed before finding out the truth, given Cesare's character, he might stubbornly deceive himself: they were not assassins sent by his brother.
At this moment, the dark blue curtain of water covering the bed slowly faded away, and César opened his eyes slightly.
He was wrapped in thin pajamas, and at this moment he looked as pale as a paper cutting from an album, which could break in the wind at any time.
Xizel slowly saw the seven bodies lying on the ground, blood gushing out from the slits in their throats.
They looked stunned and terrified, as if they had seen the most ferocious ghosts and gods before they died.
Césaire's lips moved, but he could not utter a word. He just got out of bed in silence.
He slowly approached the dark blue giant shark that was several meters long and suspended in the air, step by step. His empty eyes swept across the shark's face, and then glanced at the assassin who was pressed against the wall.
Cesar lowered his head, his white hair covering his eyes.
"Yagubaru...is that you?" he asked in a low voice.
"Yes... it's me." Yagubaru said hoarsely, "This is my true face."
"Is he still alive?"
"right."
Xizel turned around, took out an exquisitely crafted dark red scabbard from the bedside table, pulled out a shiny dagger from the scabbard, and then slowly walked towards the assassin.
"Yagubaru...let him go," he said.
Upon hearing this, Yagubaru retracted his sharp teeth, released the assassin's shoulders, and at the same time retracted the water flow that was blocking the assassin's mouth and nose.
The assassin's face was ashen, and he breathed in big gulps of fresh air like a sailor who had just surfaced after a shipwreck.
He immediately covered his bleeding shoulder, lay on the ground, coughing continuously, with foam coming out of his throat.
Césaire stepped forward slowly, raised the dagger, put it against the assassin's throat, and lifted his chin with the tip of the knife, forcing him to look directly into his eyes.
In the darkness, a pair of blue eyes were reflected on the cold blade, and the pupils were so cold that they seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.
The white-haired boy asked slowly, word by word:
"Now... tell me, who sent you here?"
(End of this chapter)
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