Although the meaning of the Four Thorns beneath the throne of Chambord is unknown, the identity of this young black knight is already clear; he is indeed a master of Chambord City.
This is truly damned. The matter we were supposed to discuss with the [ Fire Blood ] mercenary group today is related to King Chambord. We can't let the people of Chambord know about it, so we had to clear the area. But what we feared most has come to pass, and we've attracted the attention of the experts in Chambord City.
What should we do?
The series of exchanges just now had made the burly man with the cross-shaped scar realize that the black knight who looked more like a child was actually a terrifying expert. Even if he wanted to make a move now and keep him here, it would be difficult for more than a dozen people to fight at the same time. If a fight broke out and attracted the attention of other experts in the city, it would ruin everything.
Enraged, the man with the cross-shaped scar turned and glanced coldly at the tall, thin mercenary lying on the ground groaning. He sneered, "Shut up!" If this guy hadn't messed things up today, he wouldn't have gotten involved with this Chambord.
The tall, thin man was also terrified, his face pale, his teeth clenched, and he was covered in sweat, not daring to utter another sound.
"Sir Owen, my brother has already paid the price with his life. Let's end this here, what do you think?" With the bigger picture in mind, the burly man with the cross-shaped scar decided to settle things peacefully, swallow his anger, and deal with the situation for the time being.
"He tripped up our little princess, so cutting off his leg is letting him off easy. But those guys who whistled at our big sister, each of you should slap yourselves three times. That's it." Owen had a handsome face, but his gaze was as sharp as Daozi as he swept it over the mercenaries who had whistled at Danni Lizi earlier. He spoke coldly, word by word.
The burly man with the cross-shaped scar raised his eyebrows, but then took a deep breath, held back, and said without turning his head, "You all heard what this official said, so why don't you take action yourselves? Slap yourselves three times and apologize to the official."
Snap snap snap!!!!!
A series of loud slaps echoed in the quiet second floor.
The mercenaries of [ Wind-Racing Horse ] were truly disciplined and obeyed orders without question. At the command of the burly man with the cross-shaped scar, no one hesitated; each slapped themselves three times across the face, their cheeks swelling instantly, blood trickling from their lips. They glared venomously at Owen, silent and utterly menacing, their presence quite intimidating. (Note: The last sentence appears to be a separate, unrelated comment. "Tools: No ads, full text, more...")
Owen sneered, unconcerned. He nodded and said, "Alright, let's leave it at that for today. But let me warn you, Chambord City isn't like other places. You'd better behave yourselves and not cause trouble here, or next Chambord City it won't be so easy. Okay, you can continue, I'm leaving."
After saying that, he ignored the hateful stares of the dozen or so people and turned to leave.
A glint of cunning flashed in the eyes of the man with the cross-shaped scar, but he ultimately remained silent.
"Oh, right, I see you all seem quite dissatisfied. If any of you are truly dissatisfied, come find me. There's a sword-testing arena set up in the city where martial artists can settle their grudges, sign a life-or-death contract, and settle their scores in one battle. I won't pursue what happened off the arena. Hehe, I welcome you to come and die anytime, hehe!" Owen had almost walked away when he suddenly turned around, made a throat-slitting gesture with his hand, raised his eyebrows, and his provocation was palpable.
The man with the red headscarf and cross-shaped scar clenched his fists. He knew that the young assassin in front of him was deliberately provoking him, so he held back and watched Owen disappear at the top of the stairs.
"Pah! What's there to be so smug about? King Chambord himself doesn't know how many days he has left to live. You're just a lowly lackey. Once King Chambord dies, I'll be the first to settle scores with you, making you wish you were dead." A mercenary of decent strength spat at the spot where Owen had disappeared and said angrily.
"Shut up!" the man with the cross-shaped scar roared. "What nonsense are you spouting? Haven't you caused enough trouble already?"
Owen walked down the stairs with a subtle smile on his lips.
His assertiveness just now was a bit excessive, not because of arrogance, but because he had a specific purpose.
Indeed, I have already discerned many things.
Downstairs in the lobby, Inzaghi and others were letting the children eat and drink to their hearts' content.
The children who grew up in the slums had never eaten such delicious food before. They ate until their bellies were round and full, and they were still licking their lips, looking like they wanted more.
Seeing Owen come downstairs, Inzaghi looked up, Owen nodded very discreetly. The two did not speak again.
Danni Lizi was quite uneasy at this moment. After all, the [ Wind-Racing Horse ] mercenary group was the number one mercenary group within a million miles, practically on par with the major empires. In terms of power and terror, it far surpassed the Ptolemy Family of Hot Springs Pass. Only Owen was left, and the other party was no pushover. She was afraid that Owen would suffer if they fought. Now that she saw Owen come downstairs unharmed, she finally felt relieved.
I'm getting more and more confused by female samurai.
Is King Chambord really just the King of a small vassal state? How come it seems like there's nothing in this world that can stump him?
Another half hour passed.
Once the children were all full and could eat no more, Inzaghi led them out of the hotel, paying no further attention to the mercenaries of the [ Wind-Racing Horse ] mercenary group upstairs. This allowed the burly man with the cross-shaped scar, who had been secretly observing from the upstairs window, to finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Just as the children had boarded the carriage and were about to leave, a group of about twenty mercenary-looking warriors approached from afar. They were burly and imposing, and their weapons and light armor bore the insignia of a burning blood-red flame, the symbol of the [ Fire Blood ] Mercenary Group, the second largest mercenary group within a million miles.
To Inzaghi and his four companions' slight surprise, the leader was a silver-haired female mage with long, slender legs and a voluptuous figure. Her jet-black magic robe could not conceal her devilishly alluring body. In her hand, she held a half-meter-long peach wood radiant staff, and on her shoulder stood a strange little magical beast resembling a colorful macaw, its long, beautiful tail swaying in the wind like a colorful waterfall of light, exceptionally alluring.
The female magician and her companions brushed past Inzaghi and his group.
Whether it was a misperception or not, Inzaghi felt that, in the instant they passed each other, the alluring female magician, who resembled a terrifying poppy, lingered on his group for a moment before quickly looking away.
Inzaghi seemed lost in thought.
However, he did not linger; he led the magic carriage and the children straight away.
Even a high-ranking Chambord master like Inzaghi has his own mansion in the city. Although he hasn't lived there for a long time, his servants clean it regularly. So, after he and his children arrived at the mansion, they only needed to tidy it up a bit before they could move in.
Danni Lizi and the children looked at the large house and beautiful garden in the mansion, and all of them smiled happily.
From now on, they no longer have to worry about the house being drafty at night, keeping them cold and hungry and unable to sleep, nor do they have to worry about large rats, night cats, and vicious dogs rushing into the house to attack them, or about the house suddenly being blown down by the wind while they are sleeping... They can finally sleep peacefully and soundly.
"Haha, alright, from now on, this is your home. In half an hour, someone will come to help you create magical personal images to apply for residency in Chambord City. It's very simple; just cooperate. I've already instructed the servants to have a tailor make clothes for you. You can rest here now. Brother Inzaghi has something to attend to and needs to go out for a bit."
Inzaghi said with a smile after settling the children in.
"Okay, we'll be good. Brother Inzaghi, you go ahead and get busy." The children were extremely obedient.
Inzaghi patted the little ones' heads, gave Danni Lizi a few more instructions, and then hurriedly left his residence. Trezeguet, Owen, Cavani, and Raúl were already waiting at the door. The four of them exchanged glances, nodded, and split into two groups. Inzaghi disappeared in the direction of the back mountain, while Owen and the other three returned to the hotel they had left earlier.
Upon reaching the back of the mountain, Inzaghi let out a long howl, and a shadowy figure flew out from the distant mountains— Big Black with wings. In a swooping motion, Inzaghi leaped onto the Big Black's back and sped off towards the Five Sword Heaven Peaks [ Sky City ].
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