Audience

Royal Palace.

One of the guards, looking bored, glanced over and spotted a young man.

He was about to call out when, in the blink of an eye, the figure vanished.

"I... I..."

He disregarded his posture and looked around, but found no trace of anything, making him wonder if there was something wrong with his eyes.

"Or... was it a ghost?"

Whoosh!

Sulu's figure flickered through the palace, sometimes moving with incredible speed using only his Agile Footwork footwork. "It's not here... and it's not here either..."

Wherever he went, his Inspiration would spread, searching for traces of Dragon Crystal.

Unfortunately, after searching the entire palace, they still found nothing.

"Perhaps Philetrin III hid the Dragon Crystal elsewhere, or perhaps there's some secret method to isolate its aura... It couldn't have been that only one was passed down, could it?"

The Western royal palace was not large, so Sulu was able to move around with ease.

If it were the size of the Forbidden City on Earth, he estimated he would be exhausted to the point of collapse.

"However... there's one more thing to do before they get back."

He smiled, then his figure flashed again, passing through a solid wall.

Fula Drake was admiring her fiery red hair and flawless face in the mirror when she suddenly saw a figure.

She was startled, turned around, and saw Sulu.

Her maids and guards were already lying on the ground outside.

"Hello, Your Majesty, Rose of the West Territory, and... the one who hired me that day."

Sulu smiled jokingly.

"How... did you get in?"

Fula was startled, but quickly regained her composure and tacitly acknowledged her identity from the day she met Sulu.

"This is a demonstration of my abilities... Oh, I forgot to tell you, before coming here, I already defeated Edward. That old Eric wouldn't dare to lay a hand on me..."

Sulu casually picked up an apple and took a bite. "Who could imagine that the Drake Family harbors such hatred for the Metis Family? They even tried to hire someone to assassinate the Duke's eldest son."

"What you up to?"

Fula quickly recovered, picked up the wine on the table, and took a sip. "Nobody will believe you, nobody!"

She moved slowly toward the door, like a female leopard lying in wait.

"I'm not here to condemn you, just to collect the deposit. I have absolutely no interest in titles or fiefdoms... Oh, perhaps our great King will bestow them upon me voluntarily, therefore, I request a Dragon Crystal in exchange!"

"Dragon Crystal?"

Fula was somewhat puzzled.

She didn't know what that thing was for.

"Okay, that's enough for now. We'll see you again later."

Sulu politely took his leave, and his figure vanished in an instant.

Fula let out a long sigh, grabbed a chair and sat down, preventing herself from collapsing to the ground.

"Mother?"

Footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by Messiah's exclamation.

Outside the royal palace.

Sulu looked at Edward and Eric with a mocking expression. "You're too late. I'd like to have an audience with our king."

"Okay... okay."

Although there were many guards around, this did not give Eric any sense of security.

'Wasn't this much of the terror that Dragon I brought to the continental nobility?'

A thought involuntarily arose in his mind.

Dragon I was certainly much stronger than Sulu; his dragons could destroy a city.

However, Sulu doesn't need to demonstrate his destructive power. As long as he shows enough difficulty to deal with them and has the ability to decapitate, threatening the lives of those high-ranking figures, he might be able to gain their approval.

Of course, what followed was a desperate attempt to get rid of him.

They might be a little more cautious, conducting a thorough investigation first before setting traps or something, but the results would be about the same, and Sulu was really looking forward to it.

After leaving Edward to look after Sulu, Eric hurried to the palace and met Philetrin III.

"Even Edward was defeated, and that ability that appeared so suddenly..."

Inside the royal hall, the elderly Philetrin III covered his mouth in fear, feeling as if the other party might suddenly appear, even though he was surrounded by guards.

He thought for a moment, then said to Eric, "What if we take out the national Curio?"

As a family that has produced fifth-tier Legendary Professional, founded kingdoms, and ruled over the continent, their ancestors naturally left behind some legacy.

Even if they were consumed or lost in war, a few items still remain.

"I'm afraid that won't work..."

Eric for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

Even powerful Curio are weakened during Twilight of the Gods, making it virtually impossible for them to unleash their legendary power at that time.

To achieve this, it would probably require an artifact of divine rank.

The Church of the Mother Earth is essentially a group of religious people entertaining themselves; no divine pronouncements have been made for hundreds of years, and naturally, there are no divine artifacts on this continent.

"We know nothing about their abilities, nothing about their background; everything is so unfamiliar..." Eric continued, "And they don't seem to have any hostility, otherwise last night wouldn't have been a false alarm, and Edward and I wouldn't be dead today..."

He concluded, "Since the other party has not yet shown any hostility, it would be unwise to rashly turn them into an enemy."

"In that case, let's meet him."

Philetrin III pondered for a long time before finally making a decision.

"Sulu Potter greets His Majesty the King!"

A dozen minutes later, Sulu stepped into the Throne Hall and bowed slightly in greeting.

That's one of the good things about this world.

Unlike centralized imperial states, this country is composed of countless nobles, with the king merely acting as chairman, holding no decisive share. Even if the board of directors unites, there is a risk of bringing down the chairman. Therefore, the nobles are relatively equal in status, and even the lowest-ranking knight does not need to kneel before the king, except in particularly important investiture ceremonies.

"Why do you request to see me?"

King Philetrin III, wearing a crown, remained relatively calm. Queen Fula Drake, sitting beside him, was also somewhat pale. Messiah stood to the side, purely out of curiosity.

"As the one who defeated the kingdom's greatest Swordsman, which is tantamount to winning the Tournament, I hereby request the corresponding honors and pray for some rewards."

Sulu straightened up.

This rule does indeed exist within the kingdom.

But have you ever seen someone charge into battle with a sword, demanding a reward from the king?

Philetrin III's face flushed instantly, and he coughed a few times, covering his mouth with a handkerchief. "Is this what you wanted?"

He couldn't understand why the other party was resorting to such violent methods when they could obtain it through legitimate channels.

"No! I need a hereditary knighthood, a Free Territory, and... Dragon Crystal!"

Sulu replied with a smile.