Magus Tech (Technological Wizard)

In the blink of an eye, finals day.

The island of Lisbon, the Kingdom of Egypt, the gladiatorial arena of Cairo.

The sun shone fiercely above the head, there was no cloud in the sky, the dust in the arena rose like smoke, and the audience was full of seats. And on the specially isolated noble viewing platform, there are also many nobles sitting.

The game obviously hasn't started yet, and everyone is whispering, waiting-waiting for the arrival of a big man.

When the sun rose and crossed a corner of the sky, the temperature suddenly increased, and the crowd was like boiling water in a copper pot, vaguely boiling.

For a moment, the boiling could no longer be contained, and everyone stood up one after another, craned their necks to look at the distant noble viewing platform.

I saw that, surrounded by a group of people, the king of the entire Pleistocene country, Amon Khufu Rejidev, appeared in the arena, and then sat on the exclusive king seat in the middle of the aristocratic viewing platform.

"It's the king!"

"It's His Majesty Khufu!"

"I knew the great Amon would come."

"King Khufu likes this kind of competition the most, and it's the final, of course he will come..."

"..."

The crowd was clamoring and talking.

"Quiet!" the host who changed into a light blue dress on the high platform shouted loudly, reducing the noise a little, then facing the position of King Khufu, bending down, and asked respectfully: "The greatest king Your Majesty, may the finals of the youth group's swordsmanship competition begin?"

The host asks aloud, but King Khufu doesn't answer him at all - which is a little embarrassing.

The host continued to bend down, his eyes turned upwards, looking at the position of King Khufu, and the next moment suddenly had the urge to slap himself. I saw King Khufu, who was frowning and talking to a confidant beside him, obviously there was something important.

At this time, if he asks questions, naturally he will not get an answer. So the question arises: to ask again, or to wait. Ask again, what should I do if I make the king unhappy? But wait, how long will it take? My back hurts a bit...

King Khufu didn't know what the host was thinking. At this moment, he was frowning at the person with a gloomy face - his intelligence minister - Chekel.

"Your Majesty, according to the news over there, those who want to harm you are likely to have arrived on the island and are probably trying to enter our borders.

I think it's better for His Majesty the King to stop showing his face in public recently, keep his whereabouts secret, and know as few people as possible. Even, you can find a few stand-ins to cover, after all, it's not that you haven't done this before. "

"Is it really that serious?" King Khufu frowned, "Besides, Chekel, are you sure the information you got is true? To be honest, I'm still a little unclear about the intentions of those people over there. Yes - it's true that they helped me a lot, but I don't think they're sincere, they're more trying to take advantage of me."

"But in any case, His Majesty has the current status, and the other party has really contributed." Checker said seriously, "Besides, didn't they say that His Majesty was preparing to establish a wizarding country? Before the completion of the matter, no Will it be easy to deal with His Majesty? After the completion of the matter, we must have the qualifications to negotiate with the other party."

"This..." King Hufu pondered, couldn't help touching his chin, and then touched the beard all over his hands, and immediately let go a little irritably - he is very young, only twenty-seven years old, it is reasonable to say Should not have a beard.

But the problem is that twenty-seven is too young for the king's status, which makes it difficult for him to hold people down. This kind of small means must be used to ensure that he looks more mature and dignified. But...he hated the look--and the king couldn't just do whatever he wanted.

"Damn beard..." King Khufu muttered vaguely, looked at Chekel after thinking for a moment, and decided to be safe, "In this case, then do as you said, and I will do the swordsmanship meeting of the senior group in the future. not appearing.

"

"Then now..." Checker asked cautiously.

"Let me take a look at the finals of the youth group now." King Hufu said, "I really hide, I don't know when I can show up again, there must be some compensation. Even if the prisoner is sentenced to death, there will be no one left in the end. Is the meal delicious?"

"Forehead……"

"Besides, Chekel, didn't you mention it before, the people who are not good for me are probably trying to enter the border. That means they haven't come to Cairo City yet, right?"

"This..." Checker's eyes flickered.

He knew very well that regardless of whether the enemy had reached Kailuo City or not, it was the safest and wisest choice to leave immediately with King Khufu. But doing so will definitely spoil the king's interest. After all, King Khufu has been looking forward to this swordsmanship conference for a long time.

It was already a big concession to not attend the Swordsmanship Tournament for the Seniors. If he was still chasing after him, he would be sure to persuade the king, and the king would understand him. But in this process, the king will inevitably have some grudges in his heart.

Some grudges may be inconspicuous, but the current king is only twenty-seven years old, and if there is no accident, he will rule for decades in the future. If that day, the king hates him, then any bit of grudge may become a bargaining chip to kill him.

As the Minister of Intelligence, he has been exposed to a lot of shady things. It's clear that sometimes doing things right isn't enough, it's more important to keep the king happy.

So……

Chelsea's brain turned quickly, analyzing all the information obtained before, after a while, he looked at King Khufu and said solemnly: "There is absolutely no one who has dissent with His Majesty the King, there is absolutely no place in Kailuo City, His Majesty the King can enjoy this time with confidence. the match of."

"That's good." King Hufu smiled after hearing this, then thought of something and asked, "By the way, why hasn't the game started yet?"

The host on the high platform felt that his waist was about to break. After listening to the words of King Khufu, he quickly got up and responded: "Your Majesty the King, everything is ready, just waiting for you to announce the start."

"Uh, is that so." King Khufu nodded with satisfaction, "Let's start then."

"That's right." At the end, King Khufu reminded, "Don't make those strenuous narratives, just let the two best young swordsmen fight directly. You know, I don't like trouble."

"Yes." The host responded quickly, although the king's request was very unruly, but now, the king is the rule.

Turning his head and looking at the field, the host took out a white handkerchief and threw it down, shouting, "Next, the game begins!"

Many spectators in the arena were refreshed and looked towards the arena in unison, and then they saw two swordsmen who had qualified for the finals coming out from the entrances and exits of the two arenas - a man and a woman.

The two approached the middle of the field, not looking nervous at all, walking slowly while looking around.

Under the anxious eyes of everyone, the two finally met in the middle of the scene, but they didn't fight as soon as they met, but instead talked in a low voice. It seems that they are provoking and insulting each other, which is reasonable.

Generally speaking, the longer the provocation and abuse lasts, the more exciting the upcoming battle will be.

The crowd waited patiently.

Then one second, two seconds, three seconds...

After a while, everyone couldn't sit still. In other words, this process of provocation and abuse is a bit too long, right? Why didn't the two of them make a move after more than a minute passed? It seems that the two of them are not angry at all, they are more like chatting than provocation and abuse.

to chat with? !

At this moment, someone shouted in time: "They are a group!"

"Wow!"

The crowd suddenly realized.

Isn't that right, the two swordsmen in the final, according to the previous host's introduction, both came from somewhere in Pompeii City, and were hired by a nobleman named Jones. Since it is a companion, there is no reason to fight desperately.

In other words, when two people are talking now, will they be discussing giving up the championship of the game to one person, and then the other person directly admits defeat?

Everyone guessed like this, and their expressions became a little weird.

King Hufu, who was sitting in the seat, frowned a little, looked at the host, and asked, "What's the matter, why are the swordsmen in the field still not fighting? what's going on?"

"Uh, this..." The host broke into a cold sweat and was about to explain when a voice suddenly interrupted him.

"This question, I hope the esteemed Lord King, can listen to my explanation."

Um?

King Hufu, together with many nobles on the noble viewing platform, looked towards the place where the voice came from, and saw a man in white clothes, white trousers, white boots, and a white hat who appeared outside the noble viewing platform and was stopped by several guards. with a smile on his face and a respectful look on his face.

Macbeth!

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