In the past two to three years, even though the major forces had been trying their best to maintain the stability under their rule and continuously proclaim the prosperity of the human race, even the farmers and village women who buried their heads in farming could sense that some things were quietly changing.
Under the bright appearance, undercurrents were surging.
The mobilization of the army became more frequent. At the same time, it was as if many places had turned into forbidden areas overnight. The residents nearby were forcibly evacuated. Most of the rulers were vague about this and didn't give a clear explanation. As a result, all kinds of rumors became more and more intense.
It was precisely at such a special moment that the people's desire for heroes grew stronger. When unknown dangers befell them, everyone hoped that someone could stand up and turn the tide. Painter, the patron saint of the human race, was undoubtedly a symbol of hope. Hence, he was treated with unprecedented respect when he was invited to New Tyrus.
However, in such an atmosphere of national celebration, there was a discordant note.
A pebble that came out of nowhere flew towards the revered figure on the carriage.
Everything happened too suddenly. Before the people on the roadside could even react, the pebble had already flown to Painter. For some reason, the First Royal Knights of the empire, which the empire was proud of, couldn't stop this attack.
Fortunately, the pebble wasn't too strong and wouldn't cause any fatal damage. However, it was inevitable that he would be in a sorry state if he was hit.
The figure under the sunlight was still raising his chin to accept the worship of the people. He seemed to be unaware of the accident that was about to happen. However, just as the pebble was about to hit his body, a miracle happened.
There seemed to be a transparent wall around Painter. When the pebble flew less than half a step away from him, it hit the invisible wall and could not move forward even half a step.
Before the onlookers could even let out a cry of surprise, it turned into a wave of praises.
However, amidst the praises, Barber felt a sense of danger. He didn't have time to think carefully, and subconsciously stood in front of Williams.
The figure in the carriage gently raised the staff in his hand, and the pebble that was suspended in mid-air flew back to where it came from at an even faster speed.
The pebble hit Baber's chest, and the terrifying impact left a dent in his black iron knight armor. Baber couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, but he endured the pain and didn't take a step back.
The retainer knight who had been saying that a friend in need was a friend was still standing aside in a daze. Shermie felt embarrassed as if he had been slapped in the face by the speed of light. However, after realizing what had happened, he immediately jumped up and pointed at Painter on the carriage, yelling, "You, you, you're assassinating me! Do you know who we are? "
Before Painter could speak, Williams' expression darkened. "What are you shouting for? Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough? We were the ones who attacked first this time. Since we've been tricked, we should just lie down obediently. We'll only be embarrassing ourselves if we continue to pester them."
His Highness, the Third Prince, had to admit that he had underestimated his opponent this time. He could see how powerful Painter was. What was difficult just now was not to intercept the stone, but to be able to grasp the trajectory of the stone after intercepting it. Then, he could deduce the direction in which the stone had been thrown without any error. One had to know that Painter had never looked in that direction before this.
It seemed that his previous thinking was wrong. This young man who was pushed by the Magic Association to put on airs was not as simple as a vase. The realm would not lie, and those who could enter level-nine were not easy to deal with. Although Williams liked to fool around, he was a very straightforward person. If he was willing to bet, he was willing to admit defeat. His expression was very calm, but those who really knew him knew that it meant that he was really angry.
Although there was an exchange, the pebble that Painter returned was much more ruthless than the one that Williams threw out as a prank. If Baber wasn't wearing a breastplate, this pebble would have killed him on the spot.
Now, Baber's face was pale, and it was obvious that he was also seriously injured. He would probably be bedridden for a month or two.
Williams was annoyed by the other party's ruthlessness.
Baber forced himself not to fall because he was afraid that Williams would be impulsive again. Seeing this, he quickly grabbed the latter's arm and advised, "Your Highness, the overall situation is more important. Take a step back and you'll see the world."
However, this time, Williams wanted to take a step back, but someone did not intend to let it go.
The figure on the carriage disappeared. When it reappeared, it was directly in front of Williams, facing him.
Shermie's expression changed. "Teleportation?!"
The signature skill of a level-nine super magus, Teleportation, immediately caused another round of exclamations.
"The pebble just now," the young man said casually, "was it you who threw it?"
Williams felt that it was ridiculous. The young man was not big, and the fluff around his mouth was still there, but the pressure he brought was no less than that of the few old antiques in the Magic Association.
However, although the third prince was not a serious person usually, he was surprisingly tough when it came to matters of principle.
"I threw it. What's wrong? Are you going to kill me to vent your anger, Your Highness?" While speaking, Williams even opened his arms provocatively.
Painter's gaze fell on the badge on Williams' chest. He raised his eyebrows and said, "A member of the royal family? I heard that Reinhardt the Seventh has a rebellious son who causes trouble everywhere. It's a headache for him. That's you, right? "
Williams smiled. He knew that he could not change the fact that he was on bad terms with Painter, so he did not hide his hostility anymore. "I heard that the Magic Association has promoted a castrated version of Rob, a guy who is like a vase, deceiving people everywhere in the name of the new guardian of the human race. I'm talking about you, right?" The third prince leaned close to the young man's ear and whispered, "I heard that this vase is quite expensive. Be careful. Don't break it."
What Williams said after that was rather vicious. Although Painter was expressionless, his pale knuckles betrayed his true thoughts. The level-9 supreme sorcerer who was not even 20 years old had a grim expression on his face. "Your Highness, your father has paid a great price to invite me to New Tylte. The people here all yearn for my protection. If I were to turn around and leave now …"
"If you turn around and leave, you'll lose the support of one-third of the human race's population. You idiot, are you going to change your name to two-thirds of the human race's guardian?"
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