Chapitre 1809: He Is The One

The man didn't have so much as a hint of hair on his head, yet his eyebrows, mustache, and beard were long and overflowing. His visage was aged and elderly. His eyes seemed to radiate a depth that Prince Raijun was unable to fathom.

They regarded Prince Raijun without a hint of reverence towards the symbol of the Royal Family.

"Sir Armstrong," Prince Raijun bowed. "It is an honor to be in the presence of the first sword of the Kandrian Empire."

"Speak." 

The man's voice rumbled, possessing an inhuman depth.

"…I would like to request you to fight as my champion in a Martial duel that I have accepted."

The Gatekeeper's eyes narrowed. 

"No."

He turned back, returning to the lake with heavy steps.

"Please, Sir Armstrong!"

THUD

"Help me!"

THUD

"Help me win!"

THUD

"DEFEAT THE VOID PRINCE AND MAKE ME EMPEROR!"

The man froze.