The King of Knights in a Different World

"Speaking of blood, I just remembered.

It seems that His Majesty the Knight King is not a descendant of the former royal family at all, and there is no royal blood flowing on his body."

He looked at Lucifer proudly, his tone full of superiority.

At this moment, he found himself surpassing the King of Knights.

It's exciting to think about surpassing a king.

no.139 I will let you continue to be presumptuous (asking for tickets, asking for custom order)

Lucifer had seen the face in front of him too many times, and many of the nobles who were killed before were the same... as the one in front of him.

They will only try their best to emphasize bloodline and status, but they never talk about themselves.

And the fate of those people was finally swept into the ashes of history and became part of the dust.

"Oh! Bloodlines.

Interesting, what lineage did your ancestors have?"

Lucifer calmly asked this question.

Hearing this, Rostov became even more excited, and he began to show off his family history.

"My Rostov family was born in Ross three hundred years ago, and my ancestor, Duke Kadylov..."

Lucifer was not interested in his family history, he continued to ask another question.

"Then what about his father, what is his father's identity?"

"this......"

For a moment, Rostov misfired.

He naturally knew who his ancestor's father was. Kadylov's father was originally a talented blacksmith, not a nobleman at all.

But he obviously couldn't say it.

A flame named Wrath rose within him.

He subconsciously wondered angrily why Lucifer was so rude and dared to ask such a rude question.

He felt humiliated.

"Your hesitation is not telling me, you don't know.

Still, there is something that cannot be said.

Let everyone hear what Duke Kafka's father is, and he must be a big man."

As he said that, Lucifer purposely called this... the duke's name by mistake.

Lucifer's pressing every step of the way made Rostov feel extremely angry, and now he felt that other people were looking at him as a joke, not to mention that Lucifer called the wrong name of his proud ancestor.

After all, humans are...creatures that, when poked in a sore spot, immediately bark their fangs at the threat in front of them.

"It's Kadylov! Damn it, it's rude not to remember the name.

The king of Britain has never learned etiquette well, let a man who has no royal blood become king, and Britain is almost finished.

Why do you dare to ask my ancestors? How dare you ask the export.

That's right, a country boy who doesn't have royal blood and doesn't know etiquette is just right for this... a wild girl born of a commoner concubine."

Frustrated, Rostov was already speechless.

At this moment, he still doesn't understand what he said.

This time, before he finished speaking, a golden light flew by his side.

Meanwhile, his arms were separated from his body.

The others didn't understand what happened, they only saw Rostov's hand fall to the ground, blood spattered everywhere.

Even Rostov himself was like this, and within a moment the pain finally reached his brain.

Rostov fell to his knees, clutching his wound, and screaming.

"Ah! My hand, how dare you.

How dare you! Come on!"

Accompanied by Rostov's voice, the door behind the hall opened instantly, and a team of 1 guards rushed in.

When they saw the scene in front of them, they were a little overwhelmed.

The others finally realized what had happened at this time, and most of them subconsciously stayed away from Rostov, fearing that they would be affected.

"Calm down! Calm down! Does Lord Rostov know who is standing in front of you? Do you also want to be punished for treason by that lunatic Anhans?"

Kuragin stood at a distance and shouted at Rostov.

He wanted to remind his companion in front of him.

Once this guy really gets soldiers around, it won't be a simple quarrel.

There was a warrior who did the same thing before, and now that warrior is not even qualified to grow grass on the grave.

"Ah I......"

Rostov fell to the ground in physical pain.

His face was pale with blood loss.

The anger in his brain also disappeared with the flow of blood, leaving only the emotion called fear.

Before that, he never thought that Lucifer would do it directly.

Seeing that Lucifer kept coping with words, he thought that Lucifer would continue like this.

But the facts now slapped him hard in the face.

For a moment, the others also looked at Lucifer with fearful eyes, they witnessed the Knight King's 'bravery' for the first time.

"I am tolerant and merciful, so I forgive you for being rude to me the first time, but openly swearing at my queen, this sin needs to be paid with your body."

Lucifer's eyes were full of ice, as if they could freeze the blood together.

The golden magic power remaining in his hands gradually, but his tone became colder.

"Thank you very much, Lei Di.

If you dare to speak rudely in front of me next time, it will be a matter of one hand.

Finally, thank your compatriots around you too.

Because of him, you have regained your life."

At this moment, facing Lucifer's words, Rostov could barely utter one word.

"you......"

"It is best to clarify your identity before speaking in front of me. I am very tolerant, but this does not mean that you can be unrestrained at will.

Do you understand, everyone!"

Lucifer's icy eyes scanned the surroundings, and for a while, the other nobles subconsciously took a few steps back.

At this moment, the nobles seemed to have hallucinations, they seemed to feel that they were in the middle of the battlefield, with bloody noses and frozen souls, as if they would die at any moment.

"..."

In another moment, they returned to reality, as if everything they had just seen was just an illusion.

They both saw the sweat on each other's faces.

Lucifer ignored these people, he changed his tone and continued.

"Tristan, it's almost there.

Ready to go back and end this show."

The sound reached the knight's ears through the wind, and it was still there: the knight fighting the giant jumped a few steps later.

Tristan had always held the piano with his right hand and plucked the strings with one hand before, but now he finally put his left hand on the strings.

"This is the martial art I learned under the inspiration of the king, and I will use it to send you to funeral at this moment.

Since the ending is destined to be sad, let's sleep peacefully.

【Phantom Sonata Knight's Elegy】."

Tristan pulled the strings with his left hand, and in an instant, a burst of piercing notes spread across the training field.

Everyone subconsciously covered their ears, and the vibration from the strings seemed to be felt even on the skin.

As for the huge body in the distance, countless thin lines flashed by his side, matching the musical notes.

A second later, he turned into a blood man and fell in the blood, unable to stand up again.

The wounds on his body are already countless, and there is no need to count them at all.

If the impact was not taken into consideration, the person in front of him would probably have been chopped into pieces instead of breathing.

"The air here is too stale, let's go back, Anna."

Lucifer let go... the hands covering Anna's ears, and said softly to her.

"Well, I don't like the atmosphere.

Can you not come next time?"

Anna buried her head on Lucifer's body, rubbing it hard.

"no!"

Lucifer smiled softly, at this moment he is completely different from that... cruel king just now.

"why is it like this."

"However, I promise you that I will bring you here as little as possible.

Don't forget, you are my queen!"

After speaking, Lucifer took her and left here together.

Agguiwen and Tristan followed Lucifer, before leaving, Agguiwen looked back at the nobles here, as if wanting to remember their appearance.

no.140 The last leisure

The time came to the last day before leaving, Lucifer didn't go out to socialize anymore, but quietly stayed with Anna in the manor.

In the morning, while Anna was still resting, an unexpected visitor came here.

He is the master of this country, Thunder Emperor.

The guards who came with him were not Anhans, but two Far Easterners.

They are the consultant Lars, and the martial arts instructor at the training ground, Qianzi Muramasa.

In the courtyard behind the manor, Lucifer and Lei Di were sitting together, with their guards standing on both sides.

While chatting, they talked about what happened yesterday.

The hot tea next to it has cooled down, but none of them are in the mood to taste it.

"About what happened at the training ground yesterday.

King of Knights, don't you want to say something?"

Lei Di suddenly intervened in a formal topic.

"That's why Lei Di came here today to prepare for accountability."

Lucifer looked at him indifferently, and asked back.

"I mean, you should have killed him yesterday instead of just taking his arm.

Since you choose to treat him as an enemy, it is best not to be merciful when you fight, otherwise you will just continue to cause trouble.

The quickest way is to wipe out this trouble completely."

This is Lei Di's approach, once the current target of the enemy is determined, the problem must be completely resolved.