Hail the King Chapter 205: An Even More Shocking News

Chapter 205: An Even More Shocking News (Part One)
“What?”
“Old York, are you kidding me?”
“You must be drunk. These kinds of things would never happen….”
People in the tavern started to shout. Although, being mercenaries, they had seen many bizarre things, they still couldn’t believe what this big, burly man just said. What kind of man was the Golden Sun Knight, one of the ten Execution Knights of the Imperial Knight Palace? The extremely talented and utterly gorgeous, renowned throughout the empire, Golden Sun Knight that had slayed countless challengers with his golden spear. Rumors had it that the Golden Sun Knight possessed strong powers that almost rivaled a six-star warrior at such a young age. How could this so called “Best fighter of the young generation” be defeated by the king of an subsidiary kingdom?
This almost sounded like a story from the fairytale compilation “One Thousand and One Nights”.
The tall burly guy took another sip of the wine, stretching out his neck and retorted, “How is it not possible? This isn’t a secret. It has already been spreading in the Holy Capital. Some people even witnessed the Golden Knight get beaten unconscious and was carried by his Knight retinue back into the Knight Palace. They say that the Head of the Knights Akinfeev was furious. And nowadays, every single prominent force from the Holy Capital, at least the ones who deemed themselves to have a decent shot, started to secretly prepare to win this unparalleled mighty king of the subsidiary kingdom over….”
“How come?”
“Maybe it’s real?”
People saw that Old York was telling the story in a convincing way and gradually became less dubious.
“Oh, I know! It must be “One Sword”! Only “One Sword” has the power to defeat the Golden Knight…” Someone was suddenly enlightened, thought he figured out the “right answer” and proudly yelled it out. Other people in the retinue heard him and echoed along. They also agreed with this answer–if out of the whole empire, you had to name one from an subsidiary kingdom that could defeat the Golden Sun Knight, that person must be “One Sword”.
“Hahaha, no, you are dead wrong. Jim, is your head broken? I’ve already told you, it’s the King of a subsidiary kingdom that defeated the Golden Knight. “One Sword” wasn’t enthroned as a King yet, he’s just a prince…Tee-hee, okay forget about it, don’t even try because you aren’t gonna get it. The guy who routed the Golden Knight, actually was just a level six subsidiary kingdom’s king who had never revealed his talent.” The tall man finally unveiled the truth.
“The King of a tier 6 subsidiary kingdom?”
“Old York, did you become retarded after being beaten by your wife?”
The big man became apparently agitated, stretching out his neck and yelling, “ No, your brain was the one that got smashed! Heck, your whole family’s brains are damaged! This can’t be more real. I would never get it wrong…”
However, the mercenary audience bursted out into nothing but guffaws and gloats. The man’s words seemed so outrageous. Hardly, no one trusted him anymore.
Sitting quietly just next to the laughing crowd, Fei on the contrary could hardly enjoy the humor. Instead, he became more and more anxious along the unfolding of the story. In a vain attempt to calm himself, he stroked his chin repeatedly and was truly astonished, “It has only been four days since my battle with the Golden Knight at Dual-tower Mountain. How could the news have spread out so fast? What is more bizarre was that the words originated from St. Petersburg, all the way back to the Hot Spring Gate. This was indeed uncanny.”
Angela and the blond loli Emma could not suppress themselves and chuckled on the side. The two girls surely knew all about the whole Dual-tower Mountain Battle. Seeing that the people in the tavern wouldn’t believe it, Emma, with wide open eyes and raised eyebrows, almost jumped out of her seat in an attempt to advocate for the truth, but was stopped by Angela who clasped Emma’s hands and subtly shook her head. Emma had no choice but to sit down grudgingly with her teeth gnashing, fiercely staring at the people around them with rage, as if all those who didn’t believe that Fei defeated that Golden Knight were all her enemies.
“Hey bro, if you don’t mind me asking, where did you hear all these stories? Was it all a rumor?” Fei, in an effort to probe, deliberately beat around the bush to ask this simple and honest guy.
“How can it be a rumor?! Little brother, this was publicly announced by the Soros’ Merchant Group at St. Petersburg…” York’s face flushed red from impatience. He slapped at the table and stood up raising his voice, “You guys, if you don’t believe what I said, the source, the Soros’ Merchant Group, should earn your trust. Just a few more days, the news will definitely get passed to the Hot Spring Gate. And the news released by the Soros’ Merchant Group was very detailed–The mysterious master who has vanquished the Golden Sun Knight was the King of the level six subsidiary kingdom, Chambord, whose name is Alexander!”
“Wow, the Soros’ Merchant Group announced the news?”
“It seems legit, sounds more convincing now…”
“If it was released by the Soros’ Merchant Group, then it might be true. I can’t believe that just from a little level six subsidiary kingdom comes such a heroic figure.”
Upon York stately backing up his story with the Soros’ Merchant Group, the crowd in the tavern finally became progressively convinced. Indeed, an organization as powerful and authoritative like the Soros’ Merchant Group, would never blab or gossip with issues as important as this. After all, the ultimate virtue that merchants valued was being reliable. No merchant group could be considered reliable if they were ever caught spreading untrue crucial information. Not even once! For the hundreds of years of establishment of the Soros’ Merchant Group, no such scandal had ever happened before.
Until now, Fei finally figured out the knack.
Chapter 205: An Even More Shocking News (Part Two)
The Manager of Soros’ Merchant Group, Harry Redknapp, and the Soros Caravan had followed the Chambord’s expedition army, and witnessed the Dual-tower Mountain Battle. There was no doubt that reason the story went around so elaborately from St. Petersburg to the Hot Spring Gate, was all because of Redknapp’s special “Soros’ Merchant Group exclusive” pipelines.
The only weird thing was, why the Soros’ Merchant Group had to trumpet and advertise this story? Maybe as greedy businessman, they saw the potential to make a profit out of it?
Fei captured the oddball exquisitely.
As the discussion in the tavern was becoming more intense, everyone’s interests were pointed towards the mysterious master, the Chambord King. The two girls sitting beside Fei chuckled with their mouths covered, listening to all the gasps of admiration from the crowd and feeling so proud seeing Fei calmly smiling by the table. It was hard for them to control themselves and not tell everyone that the “mysterious master” who defeated the Golden Knight was just sitting here right in front of everyone’s eyes.
Seeing that people had finally trusted him, York smiled with complacence. He lowered his head and took a big sip of almost half a glass of beer. He wiped the beer on his beard and suddenly rapped on the table heavily. He didn’t start to speak out until he had fully caught everyone’s attention, “Actually the Golden Knight getting beaten up was not the most sensational news from the Holy Capital. There was another event that had happened at the Capital. If I told ya, you will all feel astounded.”
“Wow there was more shocking news? Tell us, tell us, C’mon!” Someone urged him impatiently.
York was contented and appeased. He leered around, patiently waited for the tension to build. Then he skimmed his smirk and finally started talking, in a deliberate moderate tone: “about ten days ago, the Martial Saint Guardian of the Spartac, out of blue, officially declared the ‘Martial Saint Letter of Challenge’ to Master Krasic….”
“What? ‘Martial Saint Letter of Challenge?”
“No way! What do those stupid Spartac bastards want to do? Do they want to provoke the war?”
“Quick quick, old York, how did Mr. Krasic reply?”
“May God bless us, something big like this happened. Maybe the war will actually break out?”
The tall burly man York’s words could be truly qualified as breathtaking. The already noisy tavern now became blustering, just as if someone splashed a handful of salt into a greasy boiling pot – a sudden and massive explosion. Even the groups who were more reserved before and reticent could no longer maintain their postures, their jaws dropping and eyes opening.
This piece of information was truly astonishing.
The appearance of the “Martial Saint Letter of Challenge” was an absolute astonishing event all around the empire. It not only represented the arrival of a final duel between two superpowers, but also implied a face-to-face rivalry conflict at an unprecedented level, between the mighty empire of Zenit and the great empire of Spartac. Following upon the tradition of the ancient Azeroth Continent, the fate of the two empires was now hinging upon the ultimate battle between their Martial Saint Guardians. The “Martial Saint Invitation” was like a providence or a whimsy from the Gods, – mighty, unchallengeable and deadly. No one in the continent could resist contemplating the results. In comparison, the fiasco of the Golden Knight was no longer as significant as it used to be.
“The Spartac Empire really went too far. Mr. Krasic will definitely decapitate that reckless challenger…”
Zenit’s Martial Saint Guardian Krasic who had been promoted as a Moon-class Elite for as long as ten years was no doubt the No.1 powerful fighter in the empire, the Guardian God of the Empire and the absolute idol within millions of warriors’ hearts. All other empires were in awe of the Martial Saint Mountain because of him and no one dared to compete. And yet, finally, Krasic was challenged by another empire.
“Two months later, at the summit of St. Petersburg Martial Saint Mountain, the demon moon hangs in the sky, and the two Saints will fight to the death!” York finished his glass of beer, heavily placed it down on the wooden table and then yelled to the crowd, “News of this event has already been spread out near the Capital. I believe that any fighter who has courage will be there to observe and cheer for the empire’s Martial Saint.”
“When the time comes, I will certainly be there!” Someone was already impatient.
“I’ll go as well…”
“Me too…”
“Only those who were raised by goblins will miss such a matter….”
Fei saw the roused atmosphere in the tavern, suddenly felt excited for the battle of the Two-Saints that will happen at the Martial Saint Mountain two months after. This will be a battle to the death between Moon-class Elites and a great chance to get to know the exact level of strength of all the experts within the continent. It was exciting to anticipate what kind of astonishing scene will happen then.
After listening to the crowd for a while, Fei saw that the time was almost up. He called the owner of the tavern to pay for the bill and was ready to leave.
“Hey little brother, thanks so much for letting me sitting here, or else I couldn’t enjoy today’s good wine…. How about I invite you and those two beautiful girls for another round of drinks?” York said and stood up, called the waitress to bring four glasses of dark beers–three in front of Fei and the two girls. The fourth one was pushed in front of a dark-skinned little boy who had been sitting there quietly for a while. York hustled this little boy, “Philip, don’t be nuts, be a man. Stand up and finish this glass!”
The little boy didn’t know what to do and showed a shy smile. He grabbed the iron glass and stood up.
At this moment…. Duang! …A raspy sound occurred.
The tavern’s wooden door was pushed open hard. Behind the door entered several rampant figures. They went in recklessly.
The head of the group looked like he was seeking something. He looked around quickly, turned and whispered something, after seeing Fei and two girls, he whispered to the well-dressed young man behind him with twinkle in his eyes. With a smile, the young man strode to the table, sniffed with distaste, and stared at both York and the shy little boy. He shouted dismissively: “Go away, you two inferior mercenaries! Who the hell were you to sit with such beautiful ladies at one table?”