Chapter 26: What the King Says Counts (2/2)

It was an old man wearing a red silk robe. He was thin, about 5 foot 8, and had a curved nose. His face appeared gloomy and his eyes subconsciously squinted. He was a little humpbacked, but he walked calmly and steadily. His white hair was combed together by a gem embedded golden hair ring.

“This old man looks powerful, is he……” As Fei was thinking, Pierce came up and laughed, “Your Majesty, we’ve brought Gill here like you commanded. But we had to tie him up, haha.” He then pointed at the old man in red, “However, Head Minister Bazzer is here too.”

This was the old man who had controlled Chambord on Alexander’s behalf.

Fei took a detailed look at the old man. For some reason, this average looking old man gave Fei the impression of a dangerous, vicious and poisonous snake.

“Your Majesty, I need an explanation!” When Fei was observing this old man, the old man stepped by and asked Fei aggressively, “Your Majesty, I want to know what law my son Gill broke that forced you to tie him up and bring him onto the defensive wall. Please give me a proper explanation!”

As to coordinate with his father’s aggressive question, Gill who was tied up yelled at Fei angrily, “Alexander, you dumb idiot! Tell these low class dirt bags to let go of me……”

Fei sneered. “You want to act all arrogant in front of me?” He thought.

He didn’t even look at Bazzer. He walked up to Gill quietly and started brutally slapping Gill without saying a word.

“Pia, Pia, Pia, Pia -!”

After twenty or so loud slaps, Gill’s face swelled up like an inflated balloon. Fei didn’t go easy on him at all; the strength of a barbarian had completely knocked out Gill. Blood dripped from the side of his mouth.

After he had done this, he slowly walked to Bazzer, with everyone still shocked by his action. He cleaned his hand and laughed condescendingly, “I’m the king! Does a king have to explain himself to you when he does something?”

Domineering!

Purely domineering!

I will do whatever I want, and I won’t explain shit to you!

That was the attitude!

Bazzer who was gloomy was about to explode. He was not expecting this at all.

He knew of Alexander’s godlike performance in yesterday’ battle and the mysterious linkage between Alexander and the God of War, so he actually prepared a little. His appearance on the defensive wall was well calculated. “Your intelligence is back to normal? So what?” Bazzer didn’t think a kid who wasn’t even eighteen was able to deal with him.

If he couldn’t beat Alexander physically, then he would just use his brain and strategies.

He planned to ‘reason’ with the young king. Playing tricks and constructing conspiracies were his major. He was 100% confident in ‘convincing’ Alexander. By tricking Alexander, Chambord would still be his backyard.

However –

Bazzer didn’t expect that all his planning would go down the toilet and that the ‘new’ Alexander would be this domineering – not even in his wildest dreams!

He suddenly regretted his decisions.

From the rumours that were circling around Chambord, Alexander only became ‘normal’ after he was shot by the arrow on the defensive wall and hit his head on an object. What goes around comes around. He was the one who brought Alexander onto the defensive wall. He planned to kill the retarded king in the hands of the enemies, but he had made himself a new and more difficult obstacle. However, this feeling of regret only appeared in his head for a fraction of a second. He quickly adjusted himself.

Although he was enraged by the swollen face of his son, he had to swallow it. His plan was already initiated and there was too much on the hook to be messed with. The most important reason was that the number one warrior of Chambord Lampard was walking up the stairs.

“Your Majesty, I apologize for my earlier rudeness!”

Bazzer properly adjusted himself. He bowed to Fei sincerely, “I was only too worried about my son, I was too anxious, please forgive me…… But Gill is now…Eh, is now fainted, I’m afraid that he cannot participate in the upcoming battle. Can I take him back to get some rest?”

“Rest? Rest for what? Chambord is under a great threat. Every man, if not dead, must help with the defense. This light injury is nothing!” Fei didn’t give Bazzer any chance.

He said something to a soldier, and the soldier carried a bucket of cold water and dumped it on Gill mercilessly. As if the fatty was stabbed by eighteen knives, he regained consciousness and started to struggle and scream again.