Chapter 102 Passing by Kater

  There was a mistake in the previous section, it should be "Kuang Long 'Shi' Tuan", not "Kuang Long 'Jun' Tuan"! It has been corrected now!

  The poor Dao returned home and couldn't wait to tell his mother about the king's appointment. His mother said, "Hmph! Only 30,000 people, what can you do with that? If I'm not mistaken, the king wants to win you over but doesn't want to let go of the gold coins in your hands, so he gave you this title."

  "What the...! Is this guy going to make me pay for maintaining an army of 30,000 people?!" The poor Daoist cursed.

  "Definitely!" said his mother: "Do you think the king might give you a budget of a copper?"

  "That stingy ghost? Don't even think about it!" The poor Taoist sighed, "I didn't expect him to still calculate my money! How frustrating!"

  "Alright? You're not losing out either. At least you now have less than 30,000 private soldiers in your territory, right? Still dare to deceive me?" Mother scolded with a smile.

  "Hehe!" The poor Taoist smiled awkwardly and said: "Now we don't have to sneak around, we can train openly. I'm just sorry for Nicholas, I spent 1000W to buy him, why did the king call him away with just one word? It's really shameless!"

  "Hehe, if it weren't for these 1000 troops, what would you use to become a commander?" Mother said.

  "Never mind, I'm going to Shengdu anyway, is there anything you want me to bring?" the poor Taoist asked his mother.

  "No! Well, help me greet your grandmother!" Mother said.

  "Alright!" The poor Taoist replied and bid farewell to gather his belongings.

  The Holy See is the capital of the Papal States, which covers an area half as large as our Great Han Empire and is located to the east of our empire. It is separated from us by the Kingdom of Kart and a Mediterranean Sea, making it seem like a distant dream. To get there, we would have to pass through the hostile Kingdom of Kart and board a ship at its capital, Scarlet, to cross the Mediterranean!

  We don't have to worry about safety at all, this time we not only have 30,000 Wang family guards and 10,000 Qinglong Iron Knights protecting us, but also 10,000 Guardian Knights sent by the Vatican. Of course, on their land, these people are not enough to be seen, but if the Kingdom of Kart doesn't want to be destroyed, they absolutely won't provoke us. After all, the strength of the Five Great Armies of Holy Light is there, and any army that moves out can guarantee the destruction of Kart N times!

  Moreover, since we were going to offer birthday congratulations to the Pope, they would give us the best treatment out of respect for the Pope. Otherwise, it would be disrespect to God, and no one wants to wear such a big hat! So our group received quite good hospitality. The local nobles showed sufficient respect to His Majesty the King, and also made some harmless jokes about Ishihara Kōji who accompanied him.

  I really have to admire Ishihara Kuma's diplomatic skills. Facing the ridicule of dozens of nobles whose relatives he had killed, not only did he completely deny all wrongdoing, but also counterattacked with a fierce rebuke. Especially his expression, full of tears and sincerity! That injustice! If I hadn't seen the intelligence gathered from the Ishihara family from my mother, I would have thought he was wrongly accused! Indeed, under his performance, the victims who came to accuse him with great momentum at first were all speechless.

  Despicability is the pass of the despicable! This sentence is so true when it comes to Ishihara Kōji!

  I have no interest in the ugly performances of these noble garbage! I prefer to observe the human scenery here. However, the scenes that enter my eyes make me feel a chill! Everywhere there are wooden stakes for disposing of slaves, slaves lying on them, dying or already dead, with dozens or hundreds at each city gate, and sometimes many on both sides of the road. Seeing such a miserable scene, I am very unbearable, even the Knights Templar who escorted us were extremely angry. Occasionally, when I see the eyes of slaves, I don't see fear, joy, but only numbness.

  Such a country is like being on top of a volcano, and it may be destroyed at any time! I secretly curse the day to come soon!

  After arriving in the capital of the Kingdom of Karte, we were arranged to stay in a luxurious hotel, while the king stayed in a palace that was specially vacated for him. In the evening, the King of Karte held a grand welcome banquet for us. At the banquet, my and Xianya's appearance naturally caused a stir, but the most attention-grabbing ones were the three princesses of the King of Karte, known as the Violet Sisters: Emily, Charlotte, and Camille.

  They are triplets, fifteen years old this year, each with delicate skin and beautiful features, yet elegant and refined. With their princess status, they are recognized as beauties on the continent! Even now, there are dozens of suitors swarming around them.

  The most embarrassing thing for me is my king! He's older than three people combined, but he's still so flirtatious and hovering around those girls? And to make matters worse, he even tries to kiss their hands during the greeting ceremony! Those three beauties are intimidated by his royal status and can only pretend to be polite, not daring to do anything too excessive for fear of causing a diplomatic incident between our countries. But I can tell they're struggling to hold back! The most despicable ones are my father and Ishihara Kuma II - those two rascals are just adding fuel to the fire, egging on that foolish king without saying a word to stop him!

  What made the poor Taoist even more shocked was that all the nobles around him had an expression of watching a show, not one stood up for her, especially King Carter, who seemed to be completely indifferent, as if it was normal. On the contrary, after seeing Xianya, he rushed over like a vicious wolf and said: "Oh! Beautiful little girl, may I know your name?"

  Xianya was so frightened that she hid behind me and trembled as she said: "I'm Xianya!"

  "What a beautiful name! Let me express my respect!" He said, and was about to grab Xianya's hand!

  Whoa! Does this poor guy not exist? I pushed his hand away and said: "She only accepts my respects! You can forget it!"

  "Haha!" The surrounding Han nobles all burst out laughing, the Cart noble didn't laugh out loud, but their twitching cheeks exposed their emotions!

  "YOU!" The enraged king pointed at me and said: "You've gone too far, apologize to me immediately! Otherwise..."

  "Otherwise how? Can you let me experience it?" The poor Taoist didn't bother with him.

  "What did you say?" he asked His Majesty the King.

  "This kid is beyond my control! Old classmate, you deal with it yourself!" The old fox naturally wouldn't care about my life or death. However, perhaps considering my father's face, he added another sentence, "Just handle it in the manner of the nobility!"

  Are they still classmates? I didn't know that until now. As for the so-called "noble way of dealing with things", it's just a matter of finding someone to duel, and the loser will not only lose face but also be ridiculed! The winner will be very glorious. Duels are usually to the death, anyway, it's just the underlings who die, nobody cares!

  "Good! Pietro! Teach him a lesson!" King Carter bellowed.

  "Yes! Your Majesty!" Along with the voice came a sturdy fellow, his build no smaller than Piru's, and about the same age as well.

  "Pi Lu! Come out and fight!" The poor Taoist shouted!

  "Here comes the young master!" Piro exclaimed excitedly: "Who's he going to fight?"

  "You idiot! Don't give me face, beat him to death!" The poor Taoist pointed at the big blockhead.

  "Don't worry, young master!" Piro rushed up to greet him.

  Under the arrangement of two notaries, the fight between the two unfolded in the garden. These two guys both claimed to be masters and insisted on putting up a pose first, I cursed secretly: 'Just fight if you want to, why pretend to be a big shot?'

  However, taking this opportunity, I had another bad idea. I shouted loudly: "I bet 1 million pilus that I'll win! I wonder if anyone in this poor and remote place dares to accept the challenge?"

  "Are you kidding me?" King Carter roared in anger: "You're pretending to be a rich gentleman with just 1 million? You really haven't seen the world, I'll give 2 million! Can you handle it?"

  "Hah, I bet 200,000 with you on this!" My king knew he had come to join in the fun.

  At that time, the nobles on both sides also placed their bets. Damn it! That idiot Ishihara Kuma II actually bet 300 million to win. Shit! My father's subordinates are going to make a profit for him instead, this is really shameless! My father only took 50 million to save face, what a joke!

  After everyone finished placing their bets, the two of them hadn't even started yet! King Carter smiled slyly at me and said: "You'd better admit defeat, you're not bad with a family heirloom, it's a pity to die here!"

  "Oh? You're so confident?" Poor Dao asked curiously.

  "Of course! Piero is the king of gladiators, he has been through hundreds of battles without a single defeat, and now he already has the strength of a golden lower warrior. However, the killing intent and combat experience that he cultivated through his numerous battles allow him to easily defeat warriors who are one rank higher than him, and even have a chance against those two ranks higher than him. Your subordinates are only at the golden middle rank, right? You'd better admit defeat!" King Carter said with a smile.

  "Is he right?" My king asked Father anxiously.

  "Ah! That's right, the killing intent from his subordinate is very strong, I can feel it! And Piro is indeed a warrior of the golden middle rank, and apart from usual training and hunting magical beasts, he has not experienced much real combat." The father replied.

  "Is that why you only bet 50W?" The poor Taoist asked bluntly, "Don't you have confidence in your own son and disciple?"

  "Heh heh! Be careful, being cautious is good, besides I only have this little bit of pocket money." Father said awkwardly.

  "Cheater! When I left, how much money did mom give you? Tell me the truth! Don't try to cheat me!" The poor monk deceived him.

  "Faint! She even asked me to keep it a secret? How could she tell you everything herself?! This is ridiculous!" Father said discontentedly.

  "Haha!" The king and I burst out laughing together!

  At this time, the two guys in the field finally started their first confrontation!