"Who are you?" asked King Khufu, frowning, looking at Macbeth.

"Great King, allow me to introduce myself. Macbeth bowed and said, "My name is Jones, and I'm from Pomberts. ”

"Pombetz?" King Khufu raised his eyebrows, "it seems to be the city of Shatber, right? So, you are from Shabbel?"

King Khufu's attitude quickly became a little cold and vigilant, and he questioned Macbeth: "Gentiles, what are you doing here?"

"Don't get me wrong, Your Great Majesty, though I am a Gentile indeed, I am confident that Shabber will one day fall under the borders of Prussia, and that Pompeiz will be ruled by His Majesty. ”

King Khufu's expression softened a little, but he didn't say anything.

Macbeth continued, "The main reason why I'm here is to bring my three specially trained swordsmen to the sword tournament in Kairo City. During the match, one of the fencers was killed, while the remaining two are now in the field. ”

"Original...... Are the two swordsmen below yours? King Khufu's eyes flashed, "No wonder some people say that they are in a group, no wonder they haven't started fighting until now." ”

"Your Majesty, please make no mistake about it. Macbeth spoke up, "The reason why they don't want to fight is because I ordered them to do so. Because, under my careful training, they have all become very good fencers, and being able to reach the finals of the sword fighting tournament has proved their strength.

I want to sacrifice them to the king and keep him safe, not to die wounded in battle. Of course, the final choice is still in the hands of the king. If you want them to put on a good fight for you, it's also their supreme honor. ”

"Even?" said King Khufu's eyes narrowed slightly, "to me, let me choose, why do you do this, ......a foreigner? What purpose do you have. ”

"Your Majesty, you are as wise as they have been praised, I ...... There is indeed a small purpose. ”

"For what purpose?"

"I don't know, can I ......" Macbeth didn't say it directly, but gestured at the soldier who stopped in front of him.

King Khufu waved his hand and said to the soldiers, "Let him in." ”

"Yes. The soldier stepped aside and put Macbeth into the nobleman's viewing platform.

Celke, the intelligence minister next to King Khufu, looked at Macbeth with some vigilance, and when he saw Macbeth getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but approach King Khufu and whispered a few words.

"I know. King Khufu said, and when Macbeth was still a few meters away from him, he waved his hand and asked the soldiers to stop Macbeth again, and said, "Okay, what's the purpose, let's say it." ”

"Yes. Macbeth bowed in thanks, then straightened up a little, looked directly at King Khufu and said, "Your Majesty, my little purpose is to get an answer to a question from you. ”

"What question?" asked King Khufu.

"A very simple question. Macbeth said, "I heard that Pu Egypt wants to become a wizard country, I don't know what wizarding organization is behind it?"

"You!" King Khufu's eyes shrank as soon as he heard Macbeth's words.

"Is it Haeburg, or White Mist, or Mushroom Forest, or Death Valley?" the names came out of Macbeth's mouth, and King Khufu's face had changed dramatically.

"You...... Who the hell are you?!" King Khufu asked, looking at Macbeth.

"Me?" Macbeth said with a slight hook in his mouth, staring into King Khufu's eyes, "Your Majesty, I ...... It's the one who killed you. ”

"Brush!" King Khufu stood up directly from his seat, and the next moment he fled towards the entrance and exit behind without hesitation, and shouted at the same time: "Stop him for me!"

At this moment, King Khufu was very sensible, and he did not have the luxury of expecting a group of soldiers and guards to kill Macbeth, but only asked to stop for a moment. After all, being able to calmly name the person who killed him, and the name of such a string of wizarding organizations, was probably the last thing he wanted to see...... Sorcerer.

Damn wizards!

King Khufu thought as his feet accelerated, and the intelligence minister Cheker quickly caught up with him, pulling King Khufu and running to the side: "Your Majesty, this way! There is an emergency carriage outside...... I was wrong about this, I didn't expect the enemy to come so quickly, please allow me to resign after this matter. ”

"Alright, Checker, don't talk about that yet, get me out of here until I'm safe. ”

"Yes, yes. Checker hurriedly answered, pulling King Khufu to run faster towards the exit.

At this time, on the aristocratic viewing platform, the guards and soldiers left by King Khufu had already drawn their weapons and rushed towards Macbeth desperately.

Among the guards, two particularly tall people roared together, blood vessels on the surface of the skin burst out, the muscles of the whole body bulged, and a faint blood-colored mist seeped out of the pores. The two men had red eyes, each holding a heavy battle axe in their hands, and slashed at Macbeth.

"Uh, the bloodline seeds, it's still a strong kind, but it's a pity......" Macbeth muttered to himself, stepping forward to meet the many attacks.

......

A few seconds later, King Khufu was about to run into the corridor under the pull of the intelligence minister Chekel, and subconsciously turned his head to see that his whole body was cold.

I saw Macbeth smiling as he walked past a large number of lifelike ice sculptures and approached him.

This!

"Your Majesty, run, I'll stop him!" shouted the intelligence minister, Cheker, pushing King Khufu into the middle of the corridor and shouting with his back to King Khufu.

With a "brush", Chekel pulled out a small and sharp dagger from the gold-rimmed ribbon around his waist, the blade was pitch black, obviously quenched with poison, and his face was dignified.

King Khufu saw Cheker's performance, and he was not polite, and quickly agreed: "Okay, Cheker, you stop him." You died, and I will treat your family well. ”

"Your Majesty......"

"Huh?"

"I don't have a family, you forgot?"

"Uh......" said King Khufu, "then I will erect a monument for you...... Well, if there's a chance. ”

"What?" Cher wondered, turning his head to look at King Khufu, who was standing behind him, "Your Majesty, you ...... Why don't you leave?"

"I'm afraid, I can't leave. King Khufu smiled wryly at this time, stepped back a little, and stood side by side with Checkel.

Chekel glanced suspiciously towards the exit, and his eyes shrank as he saw an identical Macbeth walking towards him—the other party, forcing King Khufu back.

But...... How is this possible?

"It's just a little trick of a wizard, do you need to be so surprised?" Macbeth, who was already in front of him, had already approached, and with a wave of his hand, the air surged violently, and with a "bang", Chekel flew into the corner.

"Da Da", Macbeth walks closer to King Khufu, and at the same time, the "Macbeth" in the corridor quickly disappears.

"Is it an illusion?" King Khufu closed his lips, regretting a little why he hadn't mustered up the courage to rush over in the first place, but it was too late.

"It's an illusion. Macbeth gave a definite answer, placing a hand on King Khufu's shoulder and smiling, "But now it's true, my majesty!"

Forehead......