The cavalryman was so terrified that his mind went blank. He lost control of his bladder and bowels, and saliva streamed from his mouth. Like a fool, Sun Fei's every word hung over him like sharp Sharp Sword, gleaming with the light of death. It seemed that if he hesitated even slightly, they would instantly pierce him and turn him into mincemeat. The agonizing cries of his comrades lying on the ground, begging for life but unable to die, still echoed in his ears. Without the slightest hesitation, the cavalryman immediately knelt down and crawled over like a dog, wagging his tail and begging. He stuck out his tongue and licked the dust off Sun Fei's boots clean, then raised his head with a fawning smile...
Sun Fei sneered and shook his head, "Does a coward like you, who's afraid of death and relies on his master's power, deserve such a noble title as knight?"
"Unworthy, unworthy! I am not a knight, I am just an ordinary cavalryman... Your Majesty, spare my life, Your Majesty..." The cavalryman knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately, his whole body trembling. Gone was his previous arrogance; he was like a wild dog desperate to survive.
"I won't kill you!" Sun Fei said.
"Ah? Long live Your Majesty! Long Live the King! Thank you, Your Majesty Alexander, your benevolence, generosity, and greatness are unparalleled, I..." The cavalryman was overjoyed upon hearing this, and the commoner flattered him.
Sun Fei interrupted him, "I won't kill you, but... someone will." As he spoke, Sun Fei beckoned to the young man in the distance who had previously suffered the calamity of the Roar of Despair. The young man, now fully recovered thanks to the [ Healing Potion ], was only slightly tired. Supported by his companions, he stood at the front of the crowd. Seeing His Majesty Alexander's beckoning, he excitedly walked over and knelt before Sun Fei, performing the grand salute of a subject paying homage to his King.
"Warrior, what's your name?" Sun Fei asked with a smile.
" Torres, Your Majesty, my name is Fernando Torres." The young man trembled with excitement. During the defense of Chambord City, he had only answered the call to arms on the last day, taking up arms and standing guard on the city walls. He hadn't had the chance to participate in the actual fighting, but those half-days had allowed him to witness the heroic scene of King Alexander defeating the enemy with a single, powerful blow. At that moment, Torres couldn't help but idolize the King. Every young man dreams of becoming a hero, and he secretly vowed to become a warrior like King Alexander, fearless even in the face of cruel enemies and cold death. That's why Torres was the first to stand up and rebuke the Zenit Empire cavalry for their disrespect towards Angela.
Sun Fei patted Torres on the shoulder, flicked his toe to pick up a cavalryman's Sharp Sword from the ground, and handed it to him. " Torres, do you dare to kill someone?"
Torres hesitated for a moment, wanting to say no, but he quickly recalled the passionate scene on the stone bridge during the day, gritted his teeth, and firmly replied, "Your Majesty, I dare not!"
"Alright, kill this scum who insulted Chambord City for me." Sun Fei pointed to the cavalryman kneeling on the ground begging for mercy. This unfortunate fellow didn't even have the courage to resist. When he saw Torres walking over with his sword, he didn't dare to move and kowtowed vigorously.
This was Torres' first time killing someone.
To be honest, as he walked step by step toward the cavalryman, he was a little apprehensive. But the moment his longsword slashed down and the cavalryman's blood splattered onto his face, Torres felt something within his soul ignite. Suddenly, he felt no fear at all, and his blood seemed to be burning wildly.
"Alright, Fernando Torres, from today onwards, you will be my personal bodyguard!" Sun Fei was very satisfied with Torres ' performance.
When Sun Fei saw this young man stand before Angela, defending his dignity without flinching even against the Sharp Sword of the Zenit Empire's powerful and menacing cavalry, he felt a sense of kinship with this sixteen-year-old. A person's courage when fully armed and possessing overwhelming superiority is unreliable; true strength lies in the courage displayed when vulnerable and without support. Clearly, despite a slight tremor as he drew his sword, this short-haired blond boy was undoubtedly a true warrior.
"Ah?"
Torres was stunned for a moment. The next second, the boy felt as if he had been struck by happiness falling from the sky. He was bewildered and somewhat incredulous. Finally, after being loudly reminded by his companions in the distance, he hurriedly knelt down to thank His Majesty the King for his blessing. When he stood up and stood behind Sun Fei, he was still incredulous about his good fortune. He pinched his thigh repeatedly, the intense pain telling him that what he was seeing was not a dream. He had actually become the personal bodyguard of his idol, His Majesty Alexander. Feeling the envious gazes of his companions in the distance, Torres quietly straightened his back, making himself look more like a qualified warrior.
Beneath the colossal stone statue opposite, Knight Commander Shemak's head was already completely insufficient.
How could a foolish King of a sixth-rank vassal state, as weak as an ant, dare to kill Zenit Empire cavalrymen so brazenly in front of so many people? How could he dare? Shemak pointed tremblingly at Sun Fei, his lips shaking uncontrollably, unable to utter a single word. In the previous exchange, the opponent's casual wave had easily shattered Shemak 'Shemak Dou Qi and his arrogant confidence, making this proud knight commander instantly realize that the young King's strength far surpassed his own.
After dealing with the cavalry, Sun Fei, with a cold smile and chilling murderous intent, walked step by step towards Shemak, repeating his words: "Speak, you scum, how do you want to die?"
The knight commander's mind immediately went blank with a jumble of thoughts.
He was completely stunned.
He had initially thought that even if the King was audacious enough to kill those cavalrymen, he would never dare to harm him. After all, those cavalrymen were just lowly servants, while he was a noble imperial officer, a confidant of Prince Zhirkov, the second Prince who was very likely to inherit the throne of Emperor Yassin in the future. His status was extraordinary... But now it seemed that he was wrong. This arrogant kingdom had no intention of letting him go at all.
At this moment, Shemak finally became afraid.
His status as a military officer of the monarchy could no longer protect him, nor could his Two-Star Class Earth-Element Dou Qi aura save his life. When these two assets that he used to use to bully and intimidate other vassal states suddenly failed, Shemak felt his own weakness and began to tremble uncontrollably.
He instinctively backed away, his previous arrogance gone, replaced by terror in his eyes, as if preparing to flee.
Just then--
"How dare you! Alexander, stop right now!"
A voice suddenly came from the crowd in the distance. Shemak's eyes lit up because he suddenly saw Prince Tolbinsky finally squeeze through the crowd and appear in the middle of the circle.
"Your Highness, help! Your Highness! Chambord City is rebelling! That evil King! He's actually going against the Zenit Empire..." Shemak, no longer caring about his status as a knight-commander, fled in terror to Prince Tolbinsky's side, kneeling and weeping, "It's terrible! That evil King cruelly killed the Empire's cavalry and even ordered the annihilation of the royal delegation!"
Shemak skillfully splashed a series of dirty waters onto Sun Fei.
Prince Tolbinsky glanced at the nearly lifeless cavalrymen on the ground, then at the disheveled commander, Shemak, and angrily questioned Sun Fei, " Your Alexander, what happened? You'd better give me a satisfactory explanation!"
Prince Tolbinsky had a wonderful evening. In this remote and impoverished country, he felt an unprecedented sense of ease and joy. Gone were the days of his ever-present court tutors, who constantly nagged him about what he couldn't do. He no longer had to watch his father, King Yassin's, expressions and actions, nor did he have to swallow his pride in front of his two Arshavin and Zhirkov. He felt the warmth and hospitality of the common people—a completely new experience. He ran and danced joyfully around the campfire, a feeling of freedom he had rarely experienced in Saint Petersburg.
This banquet, unlike anything he had ever experienced before, even began to slowly dispel Tolbinsky's previous resentment and prejudice against Alexander. Just moments before, as he listened to the citizens of Chambord City proudly recount Alexander's heroic deeds, he had even thought, "This King Alexander seems like a decent fellow, quite interesting. Perhaps we could even become friends..."
However, what he was seeing made him angry again.
Due to the crowd, much of the event had already occurred by the time he arrived, so the young Prince was unaware of the entire process and its causes. However, regardless of whether what Commander Shemak said was true or not, as Prince of the empire, Tolbinsky felt that the empire's dignity had been seriously challenged, and he had to stand up. If Alexander could not provide a reasonable explanation, the consequences would be very serious.
However, the other party's answer shocked him and left him in disbelief.
"Explanation? Explain what?"
Sun Fei's lips curled into a disdainful smile, as if he had heard a ridiculous joke. His steps didn't falter; he continued to slowly approach, step by step. The golden short sword in his hand was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, radiating a chilling aura. Sun Fei's eyes were like knives as he coldly said, " Prince Highness, don't make a mistake. Get out of my way, or die!"
"You..."
The young Prince was furious. At that moment, he could clearly feel the undisguised killing intent emanating from his opponent, and he had no doubt that if he continued to stand in front of Shemak, this young King would definitely dare to kill him without hesitation—even though he was a high and mighty King... However, it was precisely his dignity as King that prevented him from begging for mercy like the cavalryman before him. Although Tolbinsky was not a hero or warrior, and his previous behavior had been quite unruly, at this moment, the young Prince understood that he was no longer protecting a mere knight commander, Shemak, but the dignity of the entire Zenit Empire.
Therefore, even though Tolbinsky knew he was no match for him, he still drew the sword from his waist.
"Kindness?"
Sun Fei was a little surprised by the little Prince's performance. He hadn't expected that this guy, who looked like a spoiled brat, could be so tough at this moment... But it was just a surprise. His steps forward did not stop for a moment. Dragons have scales that cannot be touched, and if touched, they will be killed. Let alone the Prince of the Zenit Empire standing in front of him, even if the legendary Emperor Yassin of the Zenit Empire stood in front of him, Sun Fei would dare to attack without hesitation.
At this moment, some people couldn't wait any longer, hidden in the shadows of the stone platform at the edge of the square.
"That guy is incredibly audacious..." Susan, the female swordsman hidden in a wide cloak, roared. She turned to another person in a cloak beside her and said, "Your Highness, let me go and kill him."
"You are no match for him." The princess gently shook her head.
"How is this possible? Your Highness, please forgive me for finding this hard to believe. You must know that I am Three-Star Warrior. Even if that madman could defeat that despicable jackal Shemak of the Second Prince, he would never be a match for me!" The female swordsman Susan was clearly incredulous at the princess's judgment.
The princess shook her head, ignoring Susan, and turned to another person, saying, "Knight Commander Roman, this time we'll have to trouble you to take action personally."
"I am willing to serve Her Highness the Princess." The cloaked figure first removed the black cloth covering his head, revealing, in the lamplight, the tall, blond warrior with the charming smile that had graced his face since evening.
"By the way, this little fellow named Alexander is quite interesting. Commander Roman, don't fight him. Just bring Jimi here safely." The princess suddenly added. Her voice was still soft, weak, and listless, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.
"Huh?" The blond warrior was taken aback. "Your Highness, that lieutenant knight commander Shemak, he..."
"Hehe, it's no big deal to let this treacherous and greedy jackal die here. Over the years, he has done so many things in secret that have damaged the honor of the empire. It's time for him to suffer retribution," the princess said softly.
The charming blond warrior remained silent for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "I understand, Your Highness." With that, his tall figure vanished from the spot.
"Your Highness, while that jackal Shemak deserves to die, he is a confidant of Prince Zhirkov, the Second Prince. Over the years, he has done many things for Prince Zhirkov behind the scenes. I'm afraid that if he dies, the Second Prince won't let it go so easily," the female swordsman Susan suddenly warned.
I wrote a long chapter of 4000 words. Because I was writing, I didn't have time to cook lunch, and my wife gave me a good scolding.
I'm asking for compensation, and I'd also like to add this to my favorites and give it a red vote.
That's terrible.