Wind Whisper Tavern is the most famous tavern in the Twenty Mile Camp.
It's most famous not only for its largest area, best location, finest wine, most beautiful maids, and most abundant cuisine, but also for its biggest fist. In the twenty-mile-long state-run district, which is anything but lacking in chaos and Bloody, no desperado has ever dared to cause trouble within a hundred meters of the Wind Whisper Tavern with Daozi —perhaps there have been some, but these not-so-bright fellows have all eventually disappeared from this world in the shadows.
Some well-informed bards revealed that the Imperial Military Department was vaguely behind the Wind Whisper Tavern.
The noble royal knights proceeded unimpeded, with no one daring to stop them. The tall, strong knight at the head led Sun Fei to the front of the Wind Whisper Tavern building, where the most enthusiastic waiters, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately came out to greet him. Upon entering the tavern, the temperature immediately became milder, and the presence of the magic circle was even more impressive than the central air conditioning in his previous life. From the moment Sun Fei took his first step into the tavern, he felt the grandeur of the Wind Whisper Tavern.
Although it's called a tavern, it's actually a massive six-story building.
Sun Fei climbed the steps and soon arrived at the sixth floor, the top floor from which he could overlook the entire twenty-mile camp. The royal knights who had been following him were not allowed to go up to the sixth floor; only Sun Fei was allowed to enter.
The entire sixth floor has only one large hall, decorated luxuriously, far exceeding most people's imagination.
There was none of the expected bustling scene with a large entourage of guards. The luxurious hall was eerily quiet, not even a single waiter or maid from the tavern was present. Beneath the window on the east side of the hall, there was a small table carved from purple sandalwood into the shape of a dragon spreading its wings. Four small dishes on the table were slightly steaming, and an antique crystal wine vessel with intricate gold engraving emitted an intoxicating aroma of wine. The whole world seemed to have been suddenly separated from the hustle and bustle outside, and was incomparably elegant, graceful, and refreshingly pleasant.
Sun Fei's gaze quickly focused on the window.
Because there was a person standing there.
A woman.
A woman of unparalleled beauty and captivating charm.
For Sun Fei, this woman was indeed an old acquaintance—the alluring beauty Hilton Paris.
The terrifying woman who almost succeeded in assassinating Princess Tanasha and [ Zenit God of War ] Arshavin atop the Chambord East Mountain at sunrise when Sun Fei was crowned king, is now reunited with Sun Fei after many days. This alluring woman, as enchanting as a strange mandala, remains as charming and captivating as ever, her every smile and frown capable of captivating the soul.
If this had happened half a month ago, Sun Fei would probably have turned and fled immediately upon seeing this terrifying woman. After all, he had offended her too much during the battle at the summit of East Mountain. If she held a grudge and became ruthless, His King would likely suffer a great loss. However, Sun Fei's strength had increased significantly, and he was more than capable of protecting himself, so he quickly regained his composure.
"Your Majesty Alexander, we meet again."
Paris, dressed in an elegant white gown, slowly turned around. Her stunningly beautiful face radiated a captivating smile, her golden hair fluttering slightly, a budding crimson rose tucked behind her ear. She gracefully walked to the small table and gestured, "Your Majesty, please sit."
Sun Fei smiled slightly and walked to the table to sit down.
"Your Majesty doesn't seem surprised at all. Did you already know that Paris had sent someone to invite you?" Her slender, jade-like hands were as translucent as freshly peeled jade onions. This charming woman picked up a gold-inlaid crystal wine goblet and poured wine with elegant manners. No one would associate such a charming and lovely woman with the cold-blooded and cunning female demon from the top of East Mountain.
"Haha, the letter paper exudes a delicate fragrance. If I remember correctly, I once saw this exotic scent atop East Mountain, so I can guess quite a bit about why it's inviting an old friend."
Sun Fei appeared extremely relaxed. He glanced at the dishes on the table. Although they were ordinary dishes, they were clearly made by a master chef. They were beautifully presented, fragrant, and delicious. Since arriving at the Chambord camp at noon, Sun Fei had not eaten dinner. He was immediately tempted by the exquisite dishes and unceremoniously took out a pair of delicate bamboo chopsticks from his storage ring and began to eat.
"Your Majesty is indeed a man of great talent. In that battle, both I and the Princess underestimated Your Majesty." Paris didn't mind Sun Fei's rudeness. She picked up the fine wine in her small cup, covered her mouth with her sleeve, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Haha, you flatter me."
"Not at all, not at all. In my opinion, Your Majesty fully deserves such praise..." Paris placed a piece of bright red honey-glazed meat into her mouth and smiled slightly, "However, I'm curious, since you already guessed that it was your old enemy who invited you, you still dared to come alone. Doesn't Your Majesty worry at all that I might set up a bloody trap here? Or do you think I wouldn't dare to kill you?"
Before she could finish speaking, the alluring woman Paris suddenly changed her expression. The charming smile on her stunning face vanished without a trace, replaced by a chilling aura—the sharp killing intent cultivated over a long period as a person in a position of power. If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be terrified and run away with their tail between their legs just from this woman's change of expression.
Sun Fei picked up his cup of fine wine and downed it in one gulp. He shook his head and laughed, "Under the demonic moon by the window, with fine wine in the high tower, such a beautiful scene. As a stunning beauty, I think you should talk about something more cheerful. Why make the topic so serious? Fine, since you, a beautiful woman, are so straightforward, then I'll be even more straightforward... Well, to be honest, I'm not worried at all. You couldn't kill me on the summit of East Mountain, and you certainly can't kill me now!"
"Sometimes, overconfidence is simply hopeless folly!" The alluring woman sneered disdainfully. " King of Chambord, I know you defeated the Golden Knight Sutton at Twin Tower Peaks, but such a feat is not enough to prove anything. Within the vast capital, there are quite a few who could defeat Sutton!"
Sun Fei stroked his chin, smiled silently, and stopped arguing.
Paris stared coldly at Sun Fei, her beautiful, dreamlike eyes radiating a chill unbecoming of a stunning beauty. She stared for a full minute or two, watching him calmly drink and eat. A hint of helplessness flashed deep within her eyes, then she suddenly burst into laughter, covering her mouth. The ice on her exquisite face melted instantly, replaced by a familiar, charming smile. She transformed into a warm flame once more, laughing, "Hehe, since we parted at East Mountain, only a few months have passed. His Majesty King of Chambord's fame has spread throughout the entire capital. Seeing you today, this air of refinement truly makes Paris look at you with new respect!"
"Charisma is built upon strength," Sun Fei said without any modesty.
"I heard that you are going to duel with the Seventh Judgment Knight Krude, at the First Sword-Testing Platform at noon tomorrow. I wonder how much His Majesty knows about this Judgment Knight who is known as [ Bloody ]?" Paris, with her gentle eyes and fair hands, exuding a subtle fragrance, rose gracefully to pour wine for Sun Fei.
"I know nothing about it," His Majesty the King replied honestly.
"In that case, I have here a detailed description of the strength of the Seventh Judgment Knight— [ Bloody Knight ] Krude, including the characteristics of his signature ultimate battle Dou Qi technique [ Blade of Raging Prairie Fire ], as well as a detailed analysis of his ten most famous battles. I present this to Your Majesty!"
As Paris spoke, she took out a black metal box, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards Sun Fei.
First update.