At the sight of this, Vaot's eyes flashed with a trace of envy. But with nowhere to hide and laugh, he could only force down his amusement, maintain an indifferent expression, and do his best not to lose composure.
Watching Kyle's departing back, Velin showed a hint of confusion, but he did not dwell on it. Soon after, he began his thirty-seventh match with Rivacamon.
Having finally encountered an opponent of equal skill, Velin naturally could not let such a good opportunity slip away.
After several months together, setting aside their respective identities, he had gotten along well with the Old King and become friends with him.
However, whenever the interests of both sides were involved, things were not so pleasant.
From dawn until noon, then from afternoon until evening, one old and one young man focused entirely on their game, completely forgetting the time.
The Old King placed a piece, gaining a slight advantage and winning the match.
Velin looked at the board, then raised his head to check the sky. Smiling, he said, "Your Majesty Rivacamon, let us stop here for today."
"As Ambassador Velin wishes. Another day, I shall hold a private banquet at the royal palace. You must come," Rivacamon replied with a smile as he set down his piece.
"Hahaha, certainly, certainly."
Velin readily agreed, then rose to his feet and left Sliven Great Bell Tower with Kyle.
Watching them depart, Rivacamon rose from his wooden chair and slowly walked to the wooden railing. Resting both hands upon it, he quietly gazed at the distant sunset and softly sighed, "It is rare in life to find a true confidant... What a pity."
Hearing the king's lament, Vaot's face instantly reddened. A chuckle escaped his throat, but he quickly realized his lapse and hurriedly closed his