Chapter Ninety-eight: The Father Returns Home

  "Otherwise, how can you say he's abnormal!" Nicholas said gloomily: "I remember 147 duels, no one died, but all were seriously injured, at least they had to lie in bed for several months!"

  "Ah! Are those nobles idiots? Knowing he's this strong and still going to pick a fight?" Poor Dao asked in puzzlement.

  "Hey! At first, all the old masters were so arrogant, thinking they were invincible. After a dozen or so matches, they'd all admit defeat. But your father was getting tired too, and that's when someone thought they could take advantage of him. Yet to this day, I still don't understand why your father not only stopped getting tired but became even more vigorous the more he fought? Can you tell me?" Nicholas asked his father.

  "Haha! She has a magical spell that can quickly recover from fatigue. After I was cast with the spell, I only needed to sleep for one night and I fully recovered. Fortunately, several of the toughest ones were blocked by you and Cowan, or else I wouldn't have been able to hold on!" The father said, looking at Nicolas with gratitude.

  "Hmph! That's looking down on you!" Nicholas said discontentedly and depressingly: "But I never thought that the two of you would have a child who could capture me one day!"

  "Haha! Haha!" Father burst out laughing loudly, and after a while he finally held back and said: "This is the most satisfying thing for me, and it's also your retribution! Haha!"

  "What revenge?" Nicholas asked calmly: "Do I owe you something?"

  "Hum! Every time in school's military chess class, you always intentionally chose me as your opponent. The most despicable thing is that you could have easily won against me, but instead, you went to great lengths to capture me alive. Now how about this? Being captured alive by my son! Haha! It's really karma!" the father said with satisfaction.

  "Hum! You're really a scoundrel!" Nicholas shouted: "Why didn't you say that you deliberately found me as your opponent in the actual combat class, and you could have given me a good fight, but instead you played with me like a cat catching a mouse, and I couldn't even admit defeat! How despicable!"

  "Great! Neither of you is a good thing!" Mother laughed, "From now on, we are all one family, so don't fight anymore!"

  "A family?" Father asked strangely: "Nicholas, aren't you going back to Varna?"

  Father has just returned and doesn't know about Nicholas' surrender yet. Mother smiled and told Father what had happened, then Father burst out laughing: "Great! You come to the Qinglong Military Regiment, be my deputy, and together we'll have no equal in all the countries of the mainland!"

  "Spare your efforts!" said his mother. "The king has not yet made an official appointment, but he could hardly give Nicholas to you! That would be a waste!"

  "Where did he go? He can't just be idle?" Father said.

  "It's most likely the reorganized Lang Color Flash Lightning Legion!" The poor Daoist replied: "Grandfather said so!"

  "That's good! When will you be appointed?" Father asked.

  "We will formally appoint after returning to Guangming Imperial Capital!" The poor way said: "This is what I guessed!"

  "Hah! We can have a big fight again!" Father always yearned for battle like that.

  "The king has also invited my Dragon Cavalry!" I said, "I was worried about that!"

  "Your Wyvern Riders I've seen!" Nicholas laughed: "Want to hear my evaluation?"

  "Of course, it's hard to come by!" The poor Taoist quickly flattered, "To have a famous general like you comment on it is really an honor!"

  "This is absolutely a team formed by idiots!" Nicholas roared: "Not counting the mounts, each person's equipment is worth several thousand gold coins, right?"

  "It seems like there are only 1000 gold coins!" The poor Taoist corrected.

  "1000? Heaven, 1000 people is 100,000! I can arm a 100,000-strong army now, even the most expensive heavy cavalry, including their mounts, and still arm 10,000 people. You, on the other hand, have only armed 1,000 people!" Nicholas said angrily: "You're wasting your money like this, it's terrible!"

  "Huh?" The poor Taoist didn't expect this pitiful person to look at the problem in such a way, so he could only say: "I'd like to ask about their combat strength, can they compare with the elite of other countries?"

  "Ah!" Nicholas said gloomily, "I have to admit, your army equipped with gold coins will absolutely sweep across the continent."

  "Really?" Wudao asked with a delighted face.

  "Nonsense!" Nicholas said, panting: "Even the richest empire, their most elite troops can only be equipped with fine steel armor, which is still made by human craftsmen. But you? Your entire suit of black iron armor is ten times more expensive just in terms of materials! And your weapons and armor are all made by dwarves, far surpassing human craftsmanship. Just based on the difference in equipment alone, they're absolutely no match for you. By the way, did you really only spend 1000 gold coins? I think if you took that suit outside, you could sell it for 10,000 and people would still be fighting to buy it!"

  "Of course, I dug up the materials myself in the mine, so just take some labor costs! " The poor Taoist said nonchalantly, "What about other aspects? For example, the influence of masters, and what if someone uses a scroll?"

  "It's even more incomparable to you!" Nicholas exclaimed: "Your ordinary soldiers also have the strength of a Silver-level warrior, let alone your father's Qinglong Iron Cavalry?"

  "It's not much different, they have many more Golden Warriors than we do!" The poor Daoist explained.

  "But they're riding horses! You're riding a land dragon. Horses will be frightened by the smell of a land dragon and won't be able to charge! If I were to command your Dragon Knights and Blue Dragon Iron Cavalry to engage in a group duel, I wouldn't suffer more than ten casualties!" Nicholas said confidently: "As for magic scrolls, only seventh-level ones can be effective in large-scale battles, unfortunately the 100,000 gold coin price tag means it's not suitable for duels!"

  "Am I going to run into someone even more formidable than the Qinglong Military Regiment?" The poor Daoist asked disconsolately, "I don't want a miserable victory!"

  "Cut it out! Are you really stupid or just teasing me?" Nicholas asked disdainfully.

  "What's wrong? Is something amiss?" the poor Daoist asked in surprise.

  "There isn't an army in this world with more masters than our Qing Long Military Unit!" Father said proudly.

  "Arrogant!" The poor Taoist laughed and said: "At least there is now!"

  "That doesn't count!" Father said hastily.

  "It's not me who said it!" The poor Taoist said with a smile.

  "Who is that?" Father was anxious!

  The poor fellow did not speak, but simply stared at Nicholas.

  Nicholas smiled wryly: "I knew I couldn't fool you!"

  "Who is it?" Father asked Nicholas.

  "Seventh Princess, Wolf Riders!" Nicholas said before hastily shutting his mouth.

  "Really! I've heard of the ferocity of the Wolf Riders, but aren't they beastmen? Can we meet them at the Dueling Arena in the Holy City?" Father asked.

  "No one has said that beastmen can't participate, as long as they represent the Kingdom of Vana and go to war!" Nicholas said: "You don't need to worry? As far as I know, they are not enough to threaten the Dragon Knights!"

  "But the Azure Dragon Iron Cavalry is definitely not a match, and my Crazy Dragon Riders only have a few thousand, which are hard to replenish. But they have 30,000, and can easily replenish their troops. What a nuisance!" The poor Taoist said with frustration.

  "Perhaps you won't run into each other?" Nicholas said: "I'll advise Seventh Princess not to bother you!"

  "Hypocrisy!" The poor Taoist said bluntly: "Obviously afraid of losing to me, how dare you say that I'm looking for trouble with you?"

  Nicholas rarely blushed and said, "You'd better think about how to get through your current troubles yourself?"

  "What's wrong?" Father asked.

  "It's all this guy's fault that I'm in trouble!" The poor Dao brought up the matter, and his anger was not coming from one place, pointing at Nicholas' nose and scolding: "You're so old and still framing a little kid, what a shame!"

  Nicholas just smiled complacently and said nothing!

  "Nicholas, at the king's welcome banquet, solemnly called out his own paired sword and the title of the continent's number one general to his son, saying that only those who can defeat our son are worthy of being the continent's number one general!"

  "Is this good?" My father's silly words almost made me angry to death.

  "The result of this 'good thing' is that I received dozens of challenge letters the next day!" The poor Taoist said indignantly: "Some were even done by his grandfather's students! With his grandfather backing them, I think it's hard to push back, how can I live like this?"

  "Aren't you afraid of fighting?" Father asked strangely: "You didn't seem to be afraid at all when you beat up Shi Yuan Erlang, and you were even excited!"

  "Fight? Do they dare?!" Poor Dao shouted: "They want to compete with me in military chess! Students from the Military Academy who have some reputation, teachers all participated, even many staff members from the army were called by Grandfather to join in the fun! I've already played four games in the past two days and I'm exhausted! But thinking about the dozens of games waiting for me in the future, my heart is dead!"

  The poor Tao's mournful cry was met with the loud, crazy laughter of three people. How inhumane! This flower of our motherland is being ruthlessly trampled by them, I weep!