“Bang!”

Henselt, a tall man with a full beard and a bulging belly due to long-term alcoholism, slapped the servant hard on the face, and shouted in an angry voice with a smell of alcohol:

"You bastards have betrayed my trust and brought disgrace upon the Kingdom of Kaedwen."

"It's been three months. I gave you three months, but you couldn't find any information about that bastard mercenary."

"That guy is a mercenary. He needs to eat, sleep, and find women. He can't live alone in the wild. He needs to buy supplies and interact with people."

"Even if it's a pig, we should be able to find clues about him after such a long time."

"You guys are worse than pigs and dumber than the inhuman bastards."

The servant who was slapped felt very aggrieved. First of all, this matter was not under his management. He was just a messenger. Secondly, he reported the news about Dante every other week, and every time he reported, he would be beaten. He was simply the king's punching bag.

However, even though he felt wronged, the servant did not dare to talk back or make excuses. Ever since the earl, who was a distant relative of the king, was killed by the human mercenary Dante at his own banquet, several servants in the palace had angered King Henselt for inexplicable reasons, and were then thrown into prison on trumped-up charges and sentenced to more than ten years in prison.

He didn't want to follow in the footsteps of these unlucky people because of saying the wrong thing.

Seeing that the servant was like a piece of wood and had no reaction after being slapped, Henselt stepped forward and kicked him again. After still no response, he felt bored and did nothing else. He returned to the table with his fat body, picked up a large glass of liquor, and drank it in one gulp.

As the liquor went into his stomach, a burning sensation kept rising from his stomach, flowing through his throat, and rushing into his brain, making his already irritable mood become turbid. His brain, which was already insufficient, became a little fuzzy because of the alcohol, and his mind was empty, as if all his troubles had left him.

Just as Henselt burped, feeling unsatisfied and ready to take a few more sips, the duck-like voice of the palace manager suddenly reached his ears, interrupting his enjoyment.

"Your Majesty, two sorcerers sent by the Brotherhood of Sorcerers have arrived at your palace and are waiting for your audience."

"They will accompany you on your hunting trip today. The other noble knights are already waiting at the hunting grounds, awaiting your arrival."

Henselt, who was originally quite annoyed by the interruption, patted his forehead in realization. Ha, yes, today was the day he and some great nobles in the kingdom agreed to go hunting together.

The nobles he made an appointment with this time were all like him, disgusted with non-human races, and agreed with his plan to clean up the non-human garbage in the kingdom and establish a pure human kingdom. They were all his staunch supporters and, in a sense, were staunch royalists.

Therefore, Henselt attached great importance to this hunting festival to win over the nobles. Otherwise, at this time on ordinary days, he would have found a few beautiful prostitutes and played with women while drinking.

However, with the previous experience of the human mercenary Dante breaking into the banquet, in order to ensure that this hunting celebration is foolproof and without security risks, Henselt not only summoned 300 armored knights as guards, but also his royal adviser Sire de Tanshavier and two warlocks sent by the Warlock Brotherhood to capture the mercenary Dante, who will also participate in this hunting celebration.

It would be fine if the human mercenary did not cause trouble, but once his trace was discovered, he would definitely be captured or killed directly.

Thinking of this, Henselt snorted and shouted to the palace supervisor: "Let the servants come and change my clothes. I haven't exercised for a long time. This time I want to hunt a winter bear and hang its head on my study."

This season is the most active season for bears, as they end their hibernation and come out to look for food. If you are lucky enough, it is easy to find traces of those winter bears.

With this thought in mind, Henselt soon arrived at the hunting camp outside the city with a large group of people, including servants, sorcerers, and guards from the palace.

Throughout the camp, colorful and gorgeous tents are everywhere, neatly arranged together, and the heraldic flags of various nobles flutter in the wind, making it look very grand.

Including the elite knights arranged by Henselt, the servants and guards brought by the nobles, the total number of combatants in the entire camp exceeded one thousand, and the number of cavalry exceeded eight hundred, and most of them were elite knights wearing iron armor. In terms of combat power alone, it was enough to capture a small city.

In the magnificent king's tent, Henselt sat on the main seat in the center of the tent, with two rows of nobles from various families sitting below him. The three warlocks did not sit with these nobles, but sat alone in a small tent not far from the king's tent, exchanging information in a low voice while using magic props to listen to the conversation in the king's tent.

As the host, Xier asked first:

"Ms. Fanniel, you and Mr. Istried have already been to the two places where the soldiers were massacred. Have you found any special information about the human mercenary Dante?"

The sorceress named Vanier had beautiful brown hair, above-average looks, and an elegant temperament. She looked like a scholar. She was a member of the Brotherhood of Warlocks, but she did not serve as a royal adviser in any country. She was a relatively free member with her own research projects.

After listening to Seale's questions, the sorceress took out a notebook. On the first page was a colored oil painting that looked exactly like Dante as transformed by Wayne. There was also a detailed introduction below, which listed a lot of characteristics about Dante's body shape and appearance, including height, weight, skin color, hair color, weapons and equipment used, etc. It was absolutely clear and accurate.

She waved her hand, copied the portrait and information, handed it to Xier, and said:

"We pieced this together from the survivors and some clues from the scene. After multiple comparisons of the criminal's appearance, there should be no mistakes or omissions."

"Compared to those wanted posters full of errors and omissions you posted, this portrait can better help you catch the criminal."

"Based on the deceased's wounds, death characteristics, and the descriptions of some survivors."

"We can roughly confirm that this mercenary named Dante is proficient in invisibility magic and can use a large-scale lightning spell and a strange spell that creates phantom clones. At the same time, his physical combat ability is also very strong, far beyond the scope of ordinary humans, and the equipment he wears is definitely above the magic equipment level."

"In terms of combat effectiveness alone, it is probably equivalent to an elite force of more than 500 people."

"To sum up, this is a powerful enemy with both spellcasting and physical combat abilities. I'm afraid he can be compared to the adults in the Supreme Council."

"If we only rely on the strength of the two of us warlocks, it is basically impossible to defeat him head-on. We must rely on the army to encircle and suppress him and create opportunities for us to cast spells."

At this point, Vanier and Istride looked at each other, then looked at Sil, and said helplessly:

"To be honest, Xier, this person is very difficult to deal with and extremely dangerous. We warlocks who are not good at fighting cannot solve it. The two of us are ready to give up this mission and return to the Brotherhood to ask for support or replace personnel."

"If this person has some magic-blocking equipment on him, ordinary warlocks will not be his match at all."

Istrides also said:

"According to our intelligence, most of this mercenary's actions were to rescue non-human races. More than 600 Kovind soldiers have died at his hands."

"It's hard to imagine that there was no news about such a powerful person before. We asked those old mercenaries who have been in the mercenary world for many years, and they have never heard of the name of this person named Dante."

"So, it is possible that this is a fake name, or that this Dante does not belong to the Northern Mercenaries at all, but is a human from somewhere else. Maybe he is not a mercenary, but a spellcaster like us, mastering many spells that we don't know about."

"Of course there are other possibilities, too many possibilities. However, it is definitely not accidental that he specifically carried out sabotage in the Kingdom of Kaedwen. It is closely related to the two previous liquidations of non-human races. Maybe he was hired by some non-human race members to take revenge on the Kingdom of Kaedwen."

After listening to the analysis of her two warlock colleagues, Xier also frowned. This mercenary named Dante was more troublesome than she had imagined. If possible, she did not want to be an enemy of such a strong man.

And Henselt is just like his nickname, a wild boar, and a stupid wild boar at that. The king will definitely not give up his own ideas. He rarely listens to the advice of royal advisers and always acts on his own. Even if he has been warned many times, he still does his own thing.

The non-human races in the kingdom have always been a thorn in his side, and it seems that the conflict between the two is basically impossible to resolve.

Xier tapped the golden bracelet on his hand with his fingers. After thinking for more than ten seconds, he said, "Seek support from the organization in advance. Tell the members of the Supreme Council that they need to take action on this matter. I will also increase the bounty on Dante to attract more mercenaries to deal with him."

While the three sorcerers were discussing the human mercenary Dante, Henselt was also holding a glass of wine, drinking happily with the nobles who firmly supported his ideas, and discussing some small details, such as how to pass some laws to further exploit the property of non-human races.

And no one noticed that at this moment, there was an uninvited guest, wearing an invisible cloak, standing in the corner of the magnificent king's tent, listening with great interest to these fat-headed nobles discussing how to expel the non-human residents, seize their property, or treat them as bandits and strangle them.

I'm afraid these people would never have thought that the mercenary Dante, who appeared in their mouths from time to time, was looking at everyone present with a playful look.

After three rounds of drinking, Henselt burped, pushed away the attendant who came forward to support him, and shouted to the nobles below who were all drunk and blushing:

"Well, gentlemen, now that we have had enough wine and meat, it is time for everyone to show their skills."

"Whoever hunts the biggest prey in this hunt will receive a generous reward of three thousand ducats. If he doesn't have a title yet, I will knight him and promote him to nobility."

Following Henselt's promise, cheers rang out throughout the tent.

For those great nobles, a knight title is nothing, but for those soldiers and warriors, a knight title is their lifelong goal.

So all the soldiers present cheered excitedly and shouted the king's name, as if they were willing to fight for the king and die for him. Henselt enjoyed this welcome performance very much.

He was a rather rough man who sometimes preferred to stay in the barracks, playing with prostitutes, boxing, and gambling with soldiers rather than stay in the luxurious palace and deal with trivial matters.

For him, only violence, killing and expanding territory are the careers he pursues.

Just when the king was feeling somewhat complacent and was about to take his staunch supporters to the forest to demonstrate his military power and have a thrilling hunt.

Wayne had quietly moved behind the king, and at the same time stretched out his right hand and cast a lucky curse on the king's back.

Ding! The target has been cursed with luck, gaining luck 19. The target's luck is now -20.

Get lucky 19!

It seems that this king is even more unlucky than the rich businessman who turned into a vegetable last time. Nineteen points of his luck were directly sucked away by him, and this time his luck became negative twenty.

I don’t know what kind of misfortune the negative twenty luck will bring.

As the invisible force was absorbed into his body, Wayne noticed that Henselt's originally flushed face turned pale and lost some of its luster at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, the king was only in his thirties. Although he was a little weak due to alcoholism, he would not suffer a stroke due to heart problems like the fat businessman.

Henselt didn't notice anything was wrong with him. He took his right foot and walked out of the tent. However, just as he took a step, he suddenly shivered all over and felt an uncontrollable urge to urinate. As he felt the warmth in his crotch, Henselt's face turned red. He didn't expect that he would wet his crotch because of drunkenness.

Fortunately, it was still early spring and in cold Kaedwen, everyone was wearing thick clothes and armor for protection. Although the warm feeling flowed down his crotch to his trouser legs, there was nothing unusual to see from the outside.

Henselt remained calm. He had just shouted the slogan for departure. It would be inappropriate to leave now if something happened. He planned to wait until the other nobles had dispersed before dealing with the problem of his pants.

However, his misfortune had just begun. When the nobles and knights all mounted their horses, His Majesty the King, with his slightly wet crotch, climbed onto the horse and sat on his favorite horse.

Who would have thought that this wild horse that had been tamed by him for many years would suddenly become manic for some reason. It first raised its hind half and kicked the head of a horse of an earl next to it hard, causing chaos.

Then it let out a neigh, stood up its upper body, and threw the noble king on its body to the ground.

If a general nearby had not seen the situation and hit the horse hard on the head with his gloved fist, knocking it to the ground, its hard horseshoes might have hit the king's chest.

With the help of his servants, Henselt climbed up with lingering fear and was about to point at his mount in anger when a mare on his right, which was a little panicked because of the chaos, suddenly turned around, facing him with its butt, and farted loudly. The foul-smelling gas mixed with warm horse manure sprayed all over the king's face and even into his mouth, which was opened because he wanted to yell.

Ugh!!! The king vomited all over the floor due to the alcohol and the stench. His tense muscles relaxed instantly, and Henselt also pooped his pants and let out a loud fart.

Seeing the usually ferocious king in such an embarrassed state, some of the nobles present all tried hard to suppress their laughter and clenched their fists to prevent themselves from laughing out loud. Otherwise, they would definitely be hated by the king and bring disaster to their families.

The owner of the unfortunate mare was a baron. He got off the horse in a panic, knelt on one knee, and kept apologizing to the king. He did not dare to look at his monarch and colleagues. He could already imagine that his life would be difficult after today.

King Henselt was not a magnanimous monarch. Now his mount had caused the king to lose face in front of the nobles. In the future, not only would he lose his title, but even his life might not be saved.

Just as the servants took the king back to the tent to wash his body and change his clothes, the originally clear sky suddenly began to be covered with dark clouds. The wind and clouds changed suddenly, and some noble knights all frowned.

Before they could open their mouths to complain about the damn weather, a loud thunderclap came down from the dark clouds and hit the king's most magnificent tent in the camp, followed by the second, third, and fourth thunder.

The high-temperature lightning instantly ignited the leather on the tent, and with the help of the wind, the entire tent instantly caught fire.

Before the noble knights waiting outside could react, Henselt, naked, with bare buttocks, flushed face and furious, was carried out of the burning tent by several personal attendants, leaving a puddle of water on the ground.

This was something new. In front of thousands of nobles, soldiers and servants, the respected king actually walked his bird in public. What was even more unexpected was that Lord Henselt, who was always so irritable and majestic, like a black wild boar, actually had such a snow-white butt.

Such a contrast almost made the nobles present laugh out loud.

However, the king's majesty still stopped them from having rude thoughts. They could only remember this scene forever in their hearts and savor it slowly when they were old.

However, just when everyone thought that today's farce was about to end and the King would not be so unlucky again.

The entire earth suddenly began to shake violently. Before anyone could react, the earth was shaking, and many cracks began to extend on the ground. Loud rumbling sounds were heard by everyone.

The earthquake came, and it was a big one.

With this awareness, before the soldiers present could react, the knights on horseback were the first to be thrown to the ground by their mounts. A large number of horses began to neigh and rush around, and the servants cried and ran around. The king's tent, which was originally burning, was blown up by the strong wind, and more tents were set on fire. The entire hunting camp fell into extreme chaos in a very short time.

At this moment, Henselt, who was carried by the servants into another tent, suddenly groaned. The tent above his head collapsed directly, and the wooden beam hit his head hard, knocking the king unconscious in the bathtub.

But in this chaos, the servants were so distracted that they only cared about escaping and saving their lives, leaving their king aside and no one cared about him at all.

A few minutes later, when Shil and others arrived with magic shields and magic to move the entire tent away, King Henselt had already passed out due to drinking a large amount of bath water.

On this day, the originally grand hunting celebration for nobles did not go smoothly. This unknown earthquake caused the entire kingdom to fall into another kind of earthquake.

(End of this chapter)