Juan Carlos Sungazer was the son of Duke Rubio Sungazer of Magritte. He was also the youngest son of the duke. He had just passed the selection of the Flaming Sun Knights and became an official Flaming Sun Knight. For a noble child, this was quite impressive.
However, this made Duke Rubio Sungazer of Magritte vexed. On one hand, the duke was happy and proud of his youngest son's excellence. On the other hand, he was vexed by his youngest son's excellence.
This was because he had more than one son. His eldest son, Felipe, was 29 years old this year and had already accumulated considerable strength in the kingdom. He also had his own supporters. Now that an outstanding youngest son had appeared, it was indeed not good news for the succession.
Among the successors of a lord, the eldest son was undoubtedly the only one at the front of the line of succession. Just like the ancient Celestial Empire, there was a process to determine the successor among the eldest, the most virtuous, and the most beloved.
Although Felipe, as the eldest son, was the first in line of succession, Juan was also the eldest son. If they wanted to compete, they could definitely compete. Who knew what would happen in the future?
Duke Rubio had a headache over this matter for a long time.
At this time, the palace guards sent news that Laing had come to Magritte!
And Juan just so happened to be one of Laing's fanatical admirers! The first time this youngest son heard news of Laing was when he defeated the Crushing Bear Birig in the championship match in Mjölden Haven. Because the White Wolf Church and the Order of the Holy Virgin had described the battle in detail, Laing's deeds were naturally written into a poem. The boy, who was only nine years old at the time, deeply remembered it after listening to it once.
After that, Laing went to Brittany. The Knight King's kingdom was not far from Estalia. Over the years, Laing's heroic deeds had spread to Estalia in wave after wave and into Juan's ears. To put it bluntly, Juan had grown up listening to Laing's stories. The reason he was so outstanding was because he swore when he was young that he would definitely become an amazing knight like Sir Laing.
To Juan, the highest praise he could give someone was, "You look like Ryan when you fight."
What was worth mentioning was that in the entire Old World, there were many noble children like Hu An.
Just like that, Juan completed all the knight courses in Magritte's War Goddess Academy within nine years, successfully earning his own knight's spur and becoming an official knight.
The Duke immediately thought of a perfect solution. Didn't his youngest son admire Laing a lot?
Then send him to Laing as a knight!
Firstly, sending Juan away would keep him away from the fight for the right of inheritance, which would ensure the stable inheritance of the noble title. Since his youngest son had the ability, he would find a way to get a noble title on his own.
Secondly, by sending Juan to Laing's side, it would be equivalent to building a relationship with the great aristocrat who had a terrifying influence in Brittany. It would be an invisible alliance!
Thirdly, Brittany was not far from Estalia. It would only take ten days to reach Magritte from Bordero by fast passenger ship. Rubio, who loved his youngest son, would not have to worry about not being able to see Juan again.
Killing three birds with one stone! The matter was settled!
But before that, Duke Rubio of Magritte, the Sun-Watcher, knew that he still needed to find someone to test whether Laing was as powerful as the legends said. It was not that he was deliberately doubting or looking down on Laing, but it was a father's caution. After all, Juan was his beloved son, and Rubio would not be at ease if he did not see it with his own eyes.
The Duke and his party walked directly into the Eastern Palace.
At the same time, in a secret room at the side of the banquet hall in the Eastern Palace.
The Grand Tutor of Magritte's Knighthood frowned. He gritted his teeth, and his face was a little angry. "So, I've been deceived?! The Neptune's Trident can't help us in our expedition to Araby? But how do I know you're not lying to me? "
"The Neptune's Child would not use Mannanen's reputation to deceive others!" Fedmond said bluntly. "Put away your insatiable ambition. Trying to use the Neptune's Trident in vain will result in the wrath of the Neptune. You will be cursed. As long as your ships raise their sails, the Neptune's Wrath will swallow you and roll you into pieces!"
Enzo Moretti's eyebrows were almost twisted into a knot. He wanted to refute Fedmond and tell this son of the Duke of Bordero that he was lying, and that he would not believe him. The Grail Knights were very bad.
However, the Grand Tutor of Magritte's Knighthood calmed down a little and used his brain to think. Why would Laing and Fedmond lie to him?
The first reason was that the Grail Knights never lied. The second reason was that Fedmond, as the successor of the Neptune's Child, would not joke about Mannanen.
Thinking of this, the Grand Tutor of Magritte's Knighthood was a little embarrassed. His face turned red. "Then, did you come to Magritte just to mock me?"
How could this old man not understand? Veins popped out on Fedmond's forehead. He thought to himself, This Grand Tutor clearly knows that he has been deceived. Why is he not willing to admit his mistake?
"No, as I said, I'm here to talk to you." Laing motioned for Fedmond to calm down. He raised his hand. "Obviously, Master Enzo Moretti, you have also been deceived by the vampires. In this regard, we are all victims. Am I right?"
The Grand Tutor of Magritte's Knighthood walked around the room and then took over the conversation. "Well, even if the vampires sent false information, I still don't understand. Why would the vampires want us to go on an expedition to Araby?"
"You must have fought with those skeletons in the desert, right?" Laing said calmly. "That's the reason."
"Would the undead be mortal enemies with each other?" Enzo Moretti asked in return.
"Humans often fight among themselves, let alone the undead." Laing also retorted.
This time, Enzo Moretti was speechless. The Grand Tutor of Magritte's face turned green and then white. He had clearly spent a lot of effort. Finally, he said, "So … everything is a misunderstanding?"
"And we are here to resolve the misunderstanding," Fedmond said, standing up.
"Well, Knights of the Holy Grail, I'll give you ten minutes to convince me." Enzo Moretti finally sighed. "Otherwise, we will still have a great battle to decide who the divine artifact belongs to."
It was very difficult to get the Grand Tutor of Magritte's Knighthood to admit his mistake, because it would damage his prestige. Many times, it was not that he did not want to, but that he could not.
But now, he had no other choice. Not to mention Laing, even Fedmond and Enzo Moretti knew that it would be difficult for them to defeat him.
"Very good." Laing nodded. Now that things had progressed to this point, the problem was close to being solved.
Next, it was time to negotiate the terms.
(Whispering)
Twenty minutes later, the door to the secret room opened. Laing, Fedmond, and Enzo Moretti all had relieved smiles on their faces. The three knights quickly walked out. Enzo Moretti took the initiative to extend his hand. "Thank you, Mr. Laing, Mr. Fedmond. I have to say, you are really excellent knights. It was your efforts that made this crisis disappear."
"In order to not let our precious strength be used up in the boring infighting, this is what we should do." Laing reached out and shook Enzo Moretti's hand.
"I will send someone to inform you of the specific time and place of delivery." Enzo Moretti nodded. "The leader of the rogue knights is called Gilam do Chastillon. He has more than three hundred people, of which more than a hundred are wandering knights. The rest are mostly a group of horse-riding squires. We have hired Magritte's Vanguard. This group of mercenaries is prepared to take the goods from them. Magritte's Vanguard has a strength of a thousand people and some cannons."
"What do you plan to do?" Laing raised his wine glass and asked in a low voice.
"Magritte's Vanguard is the manpower we hired. I will send someone to inform the leader of the Vanguard. When Gilam do Chastillon and his rogue knights appear, your people can set up an ambush on the Moroes Plains. When the time comes, the Vanguard will switch sides and help you. I guarantee that none of the rogue knights will leave alive." Enzo Moretti had already formulated a detailed battle plan. The Archmage said with some embarrassment, "Even though Magritte's Vanguard failed to fulfill the agreement with those rogue knights, our Lord Mirmidia will definitely forgive us. This is also for the sake of peace."
To put it simply, Magritte's Vanguard, represented by Enzo Moretti, had decided to betray those rogue knights under pressure.
"Very good. Bordero's knight army will land in a few days." Fedmond let out a long sigh. The matter was finally coming to an end.
At this time, it was already eight o 'clock in the evening. The Eastern Palace was still brightly lit, and the banquet was still going on. However, after achieving their goal, Laing had already lost interest in continuing the banquet.
The champion of the Chosen of Gods, the Lady of the Lake, walked alone into the Eastern Palace's garden.
The garden behind the palace was called Moore's Garden. This garden was named after the god of death, Moore. Generations of Magritte dukes and many local nobles were buried in this garden. The garden was lush with verdant trees, crisscrossed paths, and the lake was so clear that one could see the bottom. The waves were as smooth as a mirror, and the forest was filled with the melodious chirping of birds.
In the Empire and the Southern Kingdoms, almost every city had a Moore's Garden, also known as the Moore Cemetery. The corpses of nobles were placed here. Most nobles believed that cremation was not a dignified burial method. Most of them preferred to be buried. However, buried souls were easily eroded and disturbed by necromancy magic. Thus, the Garden of Moore was created. Within the Garden of Moore, the knights of the Moore Vanguard and the Moore Priests were responsible for the safety of the nobles' remains. After passing through the fence blessed by the god of death and the statue of the god of death, the souls of the nobles could rest in peace under the protection of the god of death.
Of course, it was not free. In order to live in the Garden of Moore after death, the nobles had to fork out a lot of gold and silver. This was one of the main sources of income for the Church of Moore.
Thus, the influence of the Moore Vanguard spread throughout the Old World. The Priests of the Church of Moore were often not welcomed by everyone, but they were always respected by everyone. This was because no one wished for their souls to return to the dimension of chaos after death or be toyed with by the undead.
Perhaps one day, I'll be lying here as well? Laing walked on a small path in the garden, feeling the night breeze in his face. The Count was enjoying himself very much. This trip to Estalia had given him a new understanding of many things.
'I should've called Veronica to come with me. It would've been very romantic for the two of them to walk hand in hand by the pool,' Laing thought to himself. He had always loved Veronica dearly, and now he wanted to share his joy with her.
Among all of his women, Veronica was the one who had truly relied on Laing to make the leap in status. From an official witch with nothing to a female elder who owned an entire wizard tower, Veronica's story was the envy of many young witches in the Marvel Blue Council. Because of this, Veronica's relationship with her colleagues was not very good. The number of times she had returned to the Marvel Blue Council in recent years could be counted on one hand.
"Excuse me, are you Sir Laing?" The voice in the garden interrupted Laing's thoughts at an untimely moment. A tall guard wearing a set of exquisite half-body plate armor appeared in front of Laing. This guard's armor was decorated with gold, silver, black jade, and various gems. His triangular helmet had three tri-colored feathers stuck to it. The guard respectfully bowed to Laing. "I'm very sorry to disturb you."
Laing was not very happy that his train of thought was interrupted, but when he remembered that this was not his territory but someone else's palace garden, Laing did not say anything. "Yes, I am. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Hello, I am Pablo, the captain of Duke Magritte Rubio Sungazer's personal guard. It is an honor to meet you." The guard bowed again. "To be able to meet you in the Moore Garden is truly an honor."
"I don't think this is a chance meeting, Mister Pablo." Laing's face showed a hint of mockery. He stared at the captain of the personal guard. "Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?"
"It's like this! Sir Laing, as you can see, I've been stuck at the bottleneck of the mid-Legendary-rank for a long time. I've read all the books on martial arts in the Magritte Library. I've spent a dozen years looking for duelists, but I've never been able to take a step forward. So … Can you give me a chance to ask you for advice? I want to know where my limit is! " Captain Pablo spoke to Laing with the words he had already prepared. "Please give me this chance."
Laing's expression was as calm as an ancient well. He did not move from his spot, his blue eyes looking at the captain of the personal guard.
A suffocating aura emanated from the champion of the Goddess of the Lake. Pablo could only feel his internal organs constricting together. He tried hard to say something, but no words came out when he opened his mouth. An endless chill surrounded his senses.
Pablo seemed to be able to feel that a certain supreme existence was gradually breaking free from all the shackles on his body.
In the blink of an eye, everything disappeared. The captain of the personal guard was drenched in sweat. What he waited for was Laing's reply. "So it's like this. That's fine. Just don't do it again."
"Then, Sir Laing, please change into your armor …"
"No need." Laing shook his head. "That's it. Attack me."
"What?!"
"I said that's it. Draw your sword and attack me."
In a pavilion not too far away, Duke Magritte Rubio and his son Juan were sitting together. Seeing that Leon had chosen to face the enemy in such a manner, Juan said in surprise, "Lord Leon! Sir Laing isn't wearing armor or using weapons?! "
"Quiet, Juan." Rubio signaled his son to be quiet. Duke Magritte's eyes were fixed on this battle of honor.
"Just watch. It's time to test Sir Laing's strength."
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