Surprisingly, Sun Fei didn't make things difficult for this [ Female Literary Sage ]. Instead, he looked at the three of them and nodded, saying, "Alright, if these three fall into the hands of those big shots in the Military Department, they'll be lucky to escape with their lives, saving me the trouble." As he spoke, His Majesty the King used his sword to lift Huntelaar's head, which was drooping unconscious, and whistled softly, saying, "You know, in three days I'll be heading to the Ajax war zone to fight and shed blood for the Empire. So, if those gentlemen in the Military Department can really get something out of this gorilla's mouth, feel free to send someone to tell me. Maybe I can use it on the front lines!"
"Of course, I can assure you," the princess said earnestly.
She suddenly felt indebted to him, and somewhat guilty in front of him.
"That's good." Sun Fei handed the [ Dou Weapon Heaven Sword ] to the swordsman with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes from Martial Saint Mountain named Nesta behind him, lazily stretched and yawned, and then left.
After taking a few steps, as if remembering something, he suddenly turned back, looked at Costacurta who was being held in the middle, his gaze falling on the old general's white beard and hair. He suddenly remembered what the old general had said at the summit of Martial Saint Mountain, and his hardened heart inexplicably softened. So he couldn't help but add, "This old fellow is getting on in years, let him suffer less."
"I will try my best." The eldest princess nodded.
Sun Fei, feeling disheartened, didn't say anything more, waved his hand, and turned to leave.
Logically, having so easily apprehended the three culprits, and having vented most of the burning anger in his chest through the brutal punches just now, he should be feeling relieved. However, for some reason, Sun Fei couldn't feel happy at this moment.
What difference does killing three people make? The slender, upright, ethereal figure atop Martial Saint Mountain has vanished forever, never to return to Sun Fei's side, never to hear Sun Fei say again, "You've misunderstood again. Take this manual and study it carefully..."
Sun Fei has a volatile temper and is somewhat stubborn. He is extremely protective of his own people, so he is prone to getting stuck on trivial matters.
Forty disciples of Martial Saint Mountain followed quietly behind His Majesty the King.
The forty people walked slowly by, but their momentum was like that of a thousand troops galloping past.
As King of Chambord approached, the Zenit soldiers and citizens of the capital, who already understood what had happened, made way for him. People watched the young man walk past them, trembling with excitement, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word. Suddenly, someone took the lead, and a thunderous applause erupted like a spring tide, sweeping across the entire world.
The Zenit people revere heroes!
The noble heroes promoted by the empire were high above the clouds, unseen and untouchable by ordinary soldiers and civilians. But the King of the vassal state standing before them today was a hero of flesh and blood. His furious rage made him seem more real and endearing, more like a real person who existed in everyone's life.
At this moment, King of Chambord was a true hero.
Before this, countless people had already heard about what happened on the summit of Martial Saint Mountain last night. They knew that it was this only son of the top expert of the vassal state, who had been riding in a carriage in golden armor a few days earlier, who had withstood the frenzied attack of a one-month-level expert, thus buying the opportunity for the great Martial Saint Krasich to defeat the conspirators. He was the Martial Saint's 'comrade-in-arms', and today, he had single-handedly defeated the leaky fish. No wonder the Martial Saint entrusted the experts on Martial Saint Mountain to King Chambord before his death.
Who else could be more reliable and trustworthy than a comrade like King of Chambord?
Thunderous applause accompanied Sun Fei and his group until they disappeared around the street corner in the distance.
He came alone from an unknown world, traversing the realms of gods, demons, and humans, and ultimately journeying towards eternal immortality...
Along the street, two figures, their faces obscured by black cloaks, watched Sun Fei and his companions disappear. The taller of the two suddenly chanted a line from the Holy Church's immortal holy book, the " Divine Oracle," then looked at his companion, who was slightly embracing him, and asked softly in a magnetic voice, "Well, did you figure it out?"
"His strength has increased several times since the last time we met. If I'm not mistaken, he has already reached the bottleneck between the Nine-Star Class and the level above. With enough luck, advancing to the Moon Class is just around the corner," the slightly shorter companion replied calmly.
He was completely shrouded in a black cloak, his face and nose covered by thick black cloth. The slightly dry and wrinkled skin around his mouth, which was partially exposed outside the cloak, and the silver stubble that was slightly visible, indicated that he was at least fifty or sixty years old. His body trembled slightly as he spoke, as if he were enduring great pain, but his tone was very steady and had a convincing power.
With the situation in the capital so tense, the appearance of two such mysterious people on the street would naturally attract the attention of most of the patrolling soldiers. If it weren't for the fact that the black cloaks they wore had the distinctive red cross symbol of the Holy Church on them, giving off a faint aura of holiness, it would be impossible for ordinary people to disguise themselves, and they would probably have been captured and interrogated by the wolf-like Zenit soldiers long ago.
"His strength has indeed increased rapidly, but it's still not enough to truly defeat a Moon Class expert. I don't believe that one person can simultaneously possess God Level Necromancy and such formidable martial arts strength. Even now, do you still insist on your judgment?" The tall man seemed to be trying to persuade his companion.
"Your Highness, God said: The cunning and terror of demons lie in their unpredictability. At least for now, we can be certain that King of Chambord is indeed a volatile, easily angered, and extremely mad man. Once provoked, he will use any means necessary, just like what happened today. Would anyone else dare to face three Moon Class powerhouses in such a near-suicidal manner?" The short man's body was still trembling, but his voice was somewhat excited. "In this respect, he is exactly the same as that terrifying necromancer's madness, so we still have reason to suspect him."
"But, teacher, you must understand, Alexander is also very likely a [ Son of God ] from a certain lineage of the Church. He possesses golden Holy Power within him. How can one person simultaneously possess both divine and deathly powers? Besides, there is sufficient evidence to prove that King of Chambord was still in the camp at the time of the incident; our people witnessed this firsthand..." The tall man paused here, then suddenly asked, "Teacher, do you have a prejudice against Alexander?"
"Prejudice?" The short man was silent for a moment, then said, "Perhaps. I don't really like this guy. What you just said is exactly what I'm hesitating about. Otherwise, the Church's Trial Knight would have already taken action."
"But quite the opposite, I don't know why, I really like this King. I seem to see some of myself in him."
"That's because Your Highness is a genius among geniuses. Geniuses are always Jimo, aren't they?"
The two talked and argued in hushed tones before turning and leaving.
Not far from them, a girl with wheat-colored skin and tearful eyes appeared. She tried her best to make her expression less sorrowful and attention-grabbing. A biting winter wind blew by, and she inadvertently saw the wind lift the hem of her short robe, revealing a pair of clean and tidy straw sandals.
The girl didn't pay much attention to this; her gaze remained fixed on the distance, piercing through the crowd.
There, Costacurta, Huntelaar, and Amauri, three Moon Class powerhouses who had been knocked down from the clouds, were half-dead and being escorted by the Zenit Royal Imperial Guard into a steel-built prison van specifically designed for holding super-powerful individuals, ready to be taken to the Imperial Military Department Prison.
Although the devilish young Zenit warrior had already left with his retinue of warriors, the girl still dared not make a move.
For the first time, she hated herself for not having diligently practiced martial arts but instead being obsessed with military affairs. Her sharp mind and military command skills, which she was so proud of, seemed pale and powerless in this situation, and rescuing her father was even more difficult than she had ever imagined.
Having personally witnessed the three powerful figures being escorted onto the steel prison cart, the eldest princess felt even more strongly that King of Chambord was truly a lucky general for the empire.
Capturing these three powerful figures alive, if used properly, could not only allow the Zenit Empire to learn some much-needed secrets and intelligence, but also potentially give them a huge advantage in the upcoming war. These three people are far more valuable and important alive than dead.
Having arranged everything, just as she was about to turn around and board the magic carriage to leave, the princess's gaze suddenly stopped, fixed on some small things under the distant boulders.
"It's some leftover food... and some crushed lacquerware fragments from a food box, made of beech wood..." The girl Ziyan, carefully examined the items and took them.
"These three, and an accomplice... Hmm, a woman, probably around twenty years old. She must still be nearby. Order an immediate search of the surrounding area. The search in the capital is outwardly relaxed but inwardly tight. Pay attention to the four city gates. If any woman around twenty years old leaves the city alone, question her thoroughly. If anyone dares to resist, arrest her immediately. I want her alive."
The eldest princess merely glanced at the things Ziyan had sent over, and immediately made a clear judgment in her mind, uttering a series of commands fluently.
It was at this moment that she revealed the cunning and shrewd side of the empire's Female Literary Sage, a side that was impossible to guard against.
"Yes, sir." The guards bowed.
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