章 289: Do You Want To Duel?
"Ah... life is like a show, everyone wants to perform at their best. When the act ends, only the top performer would be rewarded!"
Wine, golden cup, golden fan, golden robe ... A figure was hidden in the dark clouds. It was the number one Traveling Poets of Zenit – Matt Razi. As if he was showing off his poetry skills, he said those words out loud as he drank the delicious wine.
There was a thin figure that was standing in mid-air next to Matt Razi. The man was wearing a brown robe, and he was staring at the battle below him in silence.
"This little guy. Hahahaha, interesting. Is this guy with the mask the King of Chambord? Eh, the sensation is really different, and the battle style is different too. Instantly casting spells... not really, but similar... Interesting, I haven't encountered something strange like this in so long... Old guy, can you say something? Even if you don't want to listen to me, you can at least let me know." Matt Razi said that intentionally.
The thin figure turned around and looked at him.
"When would that person in the palace get cured?" Matt Razi took a sip and continued trying to find a good topic.
"Not sure."
"Really? You don't know as well?"
"Yeah."
"Yo, we go way back. Can you not respond in a way that makes us feels like strangers?"
"Ok."
"..."
...
"Hehehe, looks like he has some more secrets. He has a mage like this under his wings? Or is he the mage? What a terrifying mage... He is able to cast out fireballs that is equal to the attack of a fix-star warrior. With this, he is probably a six-star mage already."
On the sixth floor, Paris stood in front of a window and murmured with a faint smile on her face.
Behind her, there was a table. There were wines on the table, and there was a man sitting beside it.
This man was wearing a very normal outfit, but he looked magnificent. The long black hair that was tied together with a red band was fluttered in the wind. His skin was smooth and white, his nose was really well-shaped, his eyes were brilliant, and his eyebrows were sharp and valiant... with all the adjective for beauty in the world, they would only describe 0.01% of his handsomeness. He reached out and lightly grabbed onto a wine cup.
The wine cup contained the top-tier wine; the aroma of the wine made the room a little bit dreamy.
However, that wine wasn't for a human.
It was for a dog.
A little dog that lost both of its hind legs rested in the arms of this handsome man. It licked the wine from the cup as it looked up at its owner infrequently while crying out of excitement. This dog wasn't a rare species; if it was on the street, people would pick stray dogs over it because the stray dogs would look cuter.
"Hey, slow down, no rush!" The handsome young man petted the dog as he smiled; it felt like he was talking to an old friend.
Behind the young man, Granello stood there in metal armor. His body was straight as a spear, and he was glancing around with his guards up; his hand didn't leave the hilt of his sword.
Except for Granello, there was another person who was standing straight like a spear.
However, that man was standing beside Paris.
His golden armor didn't look too fancy on him as a light pressure came off of him infrequently. It was Sutton-Chris, the tenth Executive Knight of Imperial Knight Palace. He was staring at Paris as if she was the only person in the room – care... love... the emotions that a man would have towards the woman he loved were all in Sutton's eyes.
"Hey, Chris. Can't you look at Paris a little differently? It is just too nauseating. Oka and I are about to throw up." The handsome man who was playing with the disabled dog suddenly laughed.
He was really casual.
The dog that lost two of its legs was called Oka.
The man's name was also Oka.
Oka Dominguez.
The Second Prince of Zenit who was really influential in the empire right after Emperor Yassin.
"Oh... Ok!" Sutton turned around and blocked Dominguez' view using his cape. This way, the prince and the dog couldn't see his expressions anymore.
This scene made Dominguez speechless; he tapped his forehead in defeat.
"Oka, aren't you going to come here and see how our friend is fighting? It is really interesting!" Paris who was standing by the window waved at Dominguez. Her attitude was so chill that it felt like she was talking to a friend rather than a prince of the empire.
"All of that battle is just boring. You can enjoy it yourself. I'm tired, and I'm just going to take a nap! Let me know when it is all over!" After saying that, Dominguez rested his arms and head on the table; he didn't care for his image at all. "Really, I'm a prince, and I should be sleeping with all kinds of beauties in my palace. Now I'm dragged here to watch a battle... Boring..." He murmured.
However, since he was so handsome, his casual sleeping position was very attractive as well.
In his arms, little dog Oka was drunk off of the wine. It closed its big eyes, and it looked like an alcoholic.
In the loud battle noises, the prince and his dog actually fell asleep.
...
...
"You... coward! Garbage! If you have the honor of a mage, stop and duel with me!"
The leader of Blood-Edge was so mad that he was going to puke up blood.
He was chasing after this mage with the mysterious mask, but the mage completely changed his view of mage as a profession.
His opponent was sly as a fox. The mage wasn't planning to fight with him; rather, the mage ran around in the buildings that were on fire. He was super-fast, and he was able to cast fireballs to kill the mages of Blood-Edge who were trying to cast water spells to put out the fire or ignite more buildings on fire. What was more shocking was that whatever he stepped on, the fire would start to grow from it. Soon, the entire headquarter was filled with flames.
It was no use!
These magic flames were hard to put out.
Gradually, the mercenaries of Blood-Edge started to back off as the flames grew bigger as wind added oxygen to them.
"Everyone, form groups and protect the most important buildings! All water-elemental mages, put out the fire!" The roar of the leader of Blood-Edge resonated in the sky. "Hold still for a few more minutes, the imperial soldiers will be here soon!"
"You, stop! You have stained the honor for all mages! You coward!" The leader shouted as he continued to chase after Fei who was making the chaos worse.
Letting a six-star mage to cast spells freely in the headquarter was like suicide.
There were only a few six-star mages in St. Petersburg, and they were all famous and prestige. Blood-Edge tried hard to get on their good sides by giving gifts to them. Although they didn't manage to build a strong relationship, there wasn't any hostility between them. Also, those mages valued their image and won't do what this mage was doing. This mage in front of him was more like a thief.
"Who is this devil that can instantly cast spells?"
"Could it be..."
The worse possible person popped into the leader's head, and his expression turned cold.
At this moment –
"You want to duel with me?"
The mage that was running around suddenly stopped on a warrior statue, and the fire under his feet instantly ignited the stone; the fire was so terrifying that it looked like it could burn anything in this world into ashes. This mage laughed: "Hahaha, ok. I will give you this one opportunity. If you can take this strike, I will leave here right away!" When he said that, the mysterious mask on his face rippled.
A magnificent magic elemental surge waved outward from this mage.
As if all the flames in the area heard the call, they all burned towards this mage viciously.
With a serious expression, the leader of Blood-Edge concentrated his power as he waited for his opponent's strike. He knew that the "strike" of this terrifying mage would be on another level, and his muscles all tensed up around his bones; he was so concentrated that his warrior energy, spiritual power, and physical strength were in a perfect harmony. He was ready to take on the strike.
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