In the blink of an eye, the final day.

The Colosseum of the city of Cairo, the island of Lisburn, the Kingdom of Prussia of Egypt.

The sun shone violently overhead, there was not a single cloud in the sky, and the dust rose like smoke in the arena, and the audience was full. And on the aristocratic viewing platform that was specially isolated, there were also many nobles sitting.

The game clearly hadn't started yet, and everyone was talking and waiting – waiting for someone big to come.

As the sun rises and crosses the sky, the temperature rises suddenly, and the crowd boils like water boiling in a copper kettle.

In a moment, the boiling could no longer be contained, and everyone got up one after another, stretching their necks to look at the aristocratic viewing platform in the distance.

Surrounded by a group of people, the king of the entire country of Prussia, Amon Khuv Regidev, appeared in the gladiatorial arena, and then sat in the exclusive king's seat in the middle of the noble viewing platform.

"It's the king!"

"It's His Majesty Khufu!"

"I knew that the great Amun would come. ”

"King Khufu likes this kind of competition the most, and it's the final, of course he will come ......"

“......”

The crowd was noisy and discussed.

"Quiet!" the host on the high stage, who had changed into a light blue dress, shouted loudly, lowering the noise slightly, and then facing the position of King Khufu, he bent down and asked respectfully: "Your Majesty, the greatest king, can the final of this youth group sword fighting tournament begin?"

The host asked, but King Khufu didn't pay any attention to him - it was a bit embarrassing.

The presiding officer continued to bend over, his eyes trying to turn upward, looking at the position of King Khufu, and the next moment he suddenly felt the urge to slap himself. I saw King Khufu, who was frowning and talking to a confidant beside him, obviously something important.

At this time, he asked questions, and naturally he would not get an answer. So the question is: do you ask it again, or do you wait? Again, what should I do if I make the king unhappy? But wait, how long will it take? My back hurts a little......

King Khufu did not know what the presiding officer was thinking, and at this time he was frowning at the man with a grim face, his Minister of Intelligence, Chekel.

"Your Majesty, according to the news from there, those who are going to work against you are likely to have arrived on the island and are probably trying to enter our borders.

I think that in recent times, it is better for His Majesty the King not to appear in public again, to be secretive, and to know as few people as possible. Even, you can find a few stand-ins to cover up, after all, it hasn't been done before. ”

"Is it really that serious?" King Khufu frowned, "Besides, Cherkel, are you sure the news you got is true? To be honest, I still have some confusion about the intentions of those people over there—it is true that they have helped me a lot, but I don't think they mean it, and they want to take advantage of me." ”

"But in any case, Your Majesty has the current status, and the other party does contribute. Chekel said seriously, "Besides, didn't you say before that Your Majesty was going to establish a wizarding country?" We won't do anything to Your Majesty lightly until the matter is completed, right? When the matter is completed, we will surely have the qualifications to negotiate with the other side. ”

"This ......" King Khufu pondered, and couldn't help touching his chin, and then touching the beard on his hand, and immediately let go with some irritability—he was very young, only twenty-seven years old, and it stands to reason that he should not grow a beard.

But the problem is that twenty-seven is too young for the position of a king, and it is difficult for him to suppress people, and this small means must be used to ensure that he looks more mature and more majestic. But...... He hated it - the king couldn't do what he wanted.

"Damn beard......" King Khufu muttered vaguely, thinking for a moment and looking at Cherkel, deciding that it was better to be safe, "In that case, then do as you say, and I won't show up for the next prime-age group swordsmanship conference." ”

"And now ......," Chekel asked cautiously.

"Now the final of the youth group, let me take a look. King Khufu said, "If you really hide, you don't know when you will be able to show up again, and you have to make up for it." Even if a prisoner is sentenced to death, don't they have a meal at the end?"

"Forehead ......"

"Besides, Cherkel, didn't you mention it before, that those who are not good for me are probably trying to enter the border. That means you haven't come to Kairo yet, right?"

"This ......" Cherkel's eyes flickered.

He knew very well that whether the enemy had reached the city of Kairo or not, it was the safest and wisest choice to leave immediately with King Khufu now. But in doing so, it will surely ruin the king's interest, after all, King Khufu has been looking forward to this sword competition for a long time.

No longer attending the Middle-aged Swordsmanship Conference was already a big concession, and if he was still in hot pursuit, he would be sure to convince the king, and the king would understand him. But in the process, it is inevitable that some mustard will not arise in the king's heart.

Some mustards may be inconspicuous, but the current king is only twenty-seven years old, and if nothing else, he will have a few decades to rule. If that day, the king is disgusted with him, then any bit of mustard could be a bargaining chip to kill him.

As Minister of Intelligence, he was exposed to a lot of shady things. It is clear that sometimes it is not enough to get things right, but more importantly, to make the king happy.

So......

Chelsea's brain spun rapidly, analyzing all the information obtained before, and looked at King Khufu in a deep voice: "People who have different intentions for His Majesty the King definitely do not exist in Kairo City, His Majesty can enjoy this game with confidence." ”

"That's good. When King Khufu heard this, he smiled, then thought of something and asked, "By the way, why hasn't the game started yet?"

The presiding officer on the high platform felt that his waist was about to break, and after listening to King Khufu's words, he hurriedly got up and responded: "Your Majesty, everything is ready, just waiting for you to announce the beginning." ”

"Well, that's it. King Khufu nodded in satisfaction, "Then let's get started." ”

"That's right. In the end, King Khufu reminded, "Don't make any fussy narration, just let the two best young swordsmen fight directly, you know, I don't like trouble." ”

"Yes, yes. The presiding officer hurriedly replied, although the king's request was very unruly, but now, the king is the rule.

Turning his head and looking at the middle of the field, the host took out a white handkerchief and threw it down, shouting: "Next, the game begins!"

The many spectators in the arena were in high spirits and looked towards the middle of the arena in unison, and then saw two fencers who had qualified for the finals, walking out of the entrances and exits of the two gladiatorial arenas - a man and a woman.

The two of them approached the middle of the field, not looking nervous at all, and looked around as they walked slowly.

In the somewhat anxious eyes of everyone, the two finally met in the middle of the field, but instead of breaking out into battle as soon as they met, they talked in a low voice. It seems that they are provoking and insulting each other, which is reasonable.

Generally speaking, the longer the provocation and invective, the more exciting the fighting that breaks out next.

The crowd waited patiently.

Then a second, two seconds, three seconds......

After a while, the crowd couldn't sit still. In other words, this process of provocation and abuse is inevitably a bit too long, isn't it? Why did the two of them not do anything after a full minute had passed? It seemed that the two of them did not seem to have any anger at all, and it was more like they were chatting than provocation and abuse.

Chat?!

At this moment, someone shouted in time: "They're in a gang!"

"Wow!"

Everyone suddenly realized.

Isn't it, the two swordsmen in this final now, according to the introduction of the previous host, are from Pompeiz City, and are hired by a nobleman named Jones. Since they are companions, there is naturally no reason to fight to the death.

Anyway, if the two people talk now, will it be to discuss giving up the championship of the game to one person, and then the other person will directly admit defeat?

Everyone guessed this, and their expressions became a little strange.

King Khufu, who was sitting in his seat, frowned a little, looked at the host, and asked, "What's the matter, why don't the swordsmen in the field fight yet?" Just now, someone shouted, 'They are in a group', what happened?"

"Eh, this ......" The host couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and was about to explain, when suddenly a voice interrupted him.

"I hope that your Excellency will hear my explanation. ”

Well?

King Khufu, along with many nobles on the nobles' viewing platform, looked towards the place where the voice came from, and saw a man in white clothes, white trousers, white boots, and white hat, appearing outside the nobles' viewing platform, stopped by several guards, smiling and respectful.

Macbeth!