Chapter 223: Chapter 222: Your Majesty, I Am the One Who Will Kill You! Chapter 223: Chapter 222: Your Majesty, I Am the One Who Will Kill You! “Who are you?” King Hu Fu furrowed his brow and looked at Macbeth as he spoke.
“Great King, please allow me to introduce myself,” Macbeth bowed, “My name is Jones, from Pompeitz City.”
“Pompeitz City?” King Hu Fu raised an eyebrow, “Isn’t that Shatebo’s city? So you’re saying you’re one of Shatebo’s people?”
King Hu Fu’s demeanor quickly turned somewhat cold and cautious as he questioned Macbeth, “Foreigner, what is your business here?”
“Great Your Majesty, please do not misunderstand, although I am indeed a foreigner, I firmly believe that one day Shatebo will fall under the territories of Pu Aiji, and Pompeitz City will also be ruled by Your Majesty.”
King Hu Fu’s expression softened slightly, but he said nothing.
Macbeth continued, “The main reason I have come here is to bring my three specially trained swordsmen to compete in the swordsmanship tournament of Kairo City. Unfortunately, one of the swordsmen was killed during the competition, and the remaining two are currently in the arena.”
“So… both of the swordsmen down there are yours,” King Hu Fu’s eyes flashed, “No wonder someone said they were together, no wonder they have yet to start fighting.”
“Great Your Majesty, please do not misunderstand,” Macbeth spoke out, “Their unwillingness to fight is by my instruction. Under my careful training, they have both become very skilled swordsmen, and reaching the finals of the swordsmanship tournament has proven their strength.
I wish to offer them to the King, to ensure Your Majesty’s safety, rather than have them be injured or killed in combat. Of course, the final decision is in Your Majesty’s hands. If you wish to see them perform a splendid fight, it would be their utmost honor.”
“Oh?” King Hu Fu’s eyes narrowed slightly, “Offer them to me? Let me choose? Why would you, a foreigner, do such a thing? Unless… you have some ulterior motive.”
“Great Your Majesty, you are indeed as wise as people praise you to be, I… indeed have a little motive,” Macbeth admitted.
“May I ask if I could…” Macbeth didn’t say directly but glanced meaningfully at the soldiers blocking his way.
With a wave of his hand, King Hu Fu told the soldiers, “Let him in.”
“Yes,” the soldiers stepped aside, allowing Macbeth onto the noble’s viewing platform.
The Intelligence Minister Cheker, standing beside King Hu Fu, looked at Macbeth with some vigilance. Seeing Macbeth get closer, he couldn’t help but lean in and whisper a few words to King Hu Fu.
“I know,” King Hu Fu said, just as Macbeth got to within a few meters of him, waved his hand to have the soldiers block Macbeth again, and said aloud, “Alright, what’s your motive? Speak.”
“Yes,” Macbeth bowed in thanks, then gradually straightened his body and looked directly at King Hu Fu, “Great Your Majesty, my small motive is simply to get an answer to a question from you.”
“A question? What question?” King Hu Fu asked.
“A very simple question,” Macbeth said, “It’s said that Pu Aiji aims to become a Wizard Country; I wonder which Wizard Organization is supporting it from behind?”
“You!” Upon hearing Macbeth’s words, King Hu Fu’s eyes involuntarily narrowed.
“Is it Black Evil Castle? White Mist City? Tree Mushroom Forest? Or perhaps Death Valley?” As Macbeth spoke, each name mentioned made King Hu Fu’s face turn pale.
“You… who exactly are you?!” King Hu Fu stared at Macbeth as he asked.
“Me?” Macbeth’s lips curved slightly upwards as he locked eyes with King Hu Fu, “Great Your Majesty, I… am the one sent to kill you.”
“Swoosh!” King Hu Fu immediately stood up from his seat and the next moment, without hesitation, he fled towards the exit at the back, shouting loudly, “Stop him!”
At that moment, King Hu Fu was very rational. He did not entertain the idea that a group of soldiers or Guards could kill Macbeth; he only needed them to delay him for a moment. After all, someone who could calmly declare himself as the King’s assassin and who could list so many Wizard Organizations’ names was likely to be someone he least wanted to encounter… a Wizard.
King Hu Fu thought as he picked up speed, Intelligence Minister Cheker quickly caught up, grabbing King Hu Fu and running to one side, “Your Majesty, this way! There’s an emergency carriage waiting outside… I was at fault for this, I didn’t expect the enemy to come so quickly, please allow me to resign after this incident.”
“Enough, Cheker, don’t talk about that now, just get me out of here first, we can talk once I’m safe.”
“Yes, yes,” Cheker replied hastily, pulling King Hu Fu along even faster toward the exit tunnel.
At that moment, on the noble’s viewing platform, the guards and soldiers King Hu Fu had left behind had already drawn their weapons, fearlessly charging towards Macbeth.
Among the guards, two particularly tall men let out roars, their skin’s blood vessels bulging, muscles swelling, and a faint blood mist seeping from their pores. With red eyes, they each wielded a heavy battle axe, savagely swinging them down at Macbeth.
“Hmm, a Bloodline Seed? And one of the stronger kinds, too bad…” Macbeth murmured to himself, stepping forward to meet the flurry of attacks.
A few seconds later, just as King Hu Fu was about to enter the tunnel, pulled by Intelligence Minister Cheker, he instinctively looked back and felt a chill run through his body.
He saw Macbeth, smiling as he walked past a number of life-like ice sculptures, stepping closer to him.
“Your Majesty, run! I’ll stop him!” Intelligence Minister Cheker shouted, pushing King Hu Fu into the tunnel and calling out with his back towards King Hu Fu.
With a “swoosh”, Cheker pulled out a small yet sharp dagger from his gold-trimmed belt, its blade pitch-black, obviously poisoned, his face serious.
King Hu Fu, seeing Cheker’s resolve, didn’t hesitate, quickly replying, “Alright, Cheker, you hold him off. If you sacrifice yourself, I will take good care of your family.”
“I don’t have a family, remember?”
“Ah…” King Hu Fu said, “Then I will erect a monument for you… well, if there’s a chance.”
“What?” Cheker asked, puzzled, turning to look at King Hu Fu standing behind him, “Your Majesty, why… why haven’t you left?”
“I’m afraid I can’t leave now.” King Hu Fu said with a wry smile, slowly backing away to stand side by side with Cheker.
Cheker, confused, swept his gaze into the tunnel, his eyes narrowing when he saw another identical Macbeth walking towards them—indeed, it was this figure driving King Hu Fu back.
But… how could that be?
“Is this all it takes to surprise you? A Wizard’s simple trick?” The Macbeth in front had already approached, waving his hand and the air surged violently. With a “bang”, Cheker was flung into a corner.
“Tap, tap, tap,” Macbeth strode closer to King Hu Fu, while at the same time, the “Macbeth” from the tunnel quickly vanished.
“An illusion?” King Hu Fu’s lips moved slightly, regretting why he hadn’t mustered the courage to run through it earlier, but it was too late now.
“An illusion,” Macbeth confirmed, placing a hand on King Hu Fu’s shoulder, smiling, “But this is real, my King!”