industrial lord

Chapter 82 The Showdown Between the Peaks

On the day the sixth boiler blew to pieces, Psyche, Richard Nall, and Manuai arrived in Wessenland with a large fleet.

Frederick immediately rushed to the town of Treuchtlingen and came to the pier. The place was as busy as ever, and today there were many more people in robes looking around curiously.

He found Psyche and Richard Nall on a boat.

"Thanks for your hard work, everyone," he said as he boarded the boat with a smile, "Is the journey going well? Why don't you go back and rest?"

"Hey, sister Psyche, your new clothes are so beautiful."

Today Psyche wears a traditional Constantine dress, a long-sleeved white cotton dress with fine embroidery of bright yellow silk thread at the cuffs, below the neckline and along the hem; A black robe with a circle of white embroidery around the robe; around the waist is a leather belt studded with crystals.

"It's beautiful." She said triumphantly, "I ordered it a long time ago, and ran over before I could pick it up. This time I just happened to pick it up."

Frederick nodded and said, "Mmm, it's very beautiful."

"Hurry up and get off the boat, I asked the kitchen to prepare the banquet."

Richard Nall next to him said depressedly: "Hey, why don't you brag about my clothes."

Frederick deliberately left him alone.

Today, the Juggernaut is also wearing the traditional costume of Constantbul. The embroidery on the white silk robe is much better than that on the Psyche skirt in terms of material and handwork.

The most important thing is that he is also wearing a purple cloak full of gold embroidery, which is a big problem.

Although local tyrants can afford to wear purple clothes, it is different in Constantbul. Purple is a symbol of imperial power. People other than members of the royal family want to wear purple clothes in addition to getting rewards and rebelling against themselves as emperors.

Frederick turned his head sideways and asked him, "Master, are you robbing the emperor's wardrobe?"

Psyche laughed out loud, and the expression on Richard Nall's face became very exciting, and finally said angrily: "I originally wanted to give you this cloak when you got married, Not now!"

Frederick scratched his head and asked embarrassingly, "Master, how did you get this cloak?"

"He snatched it." Richard Nall replied angrily.

Frederick made a look of extreme surprise, and then asked expectantly with his eyes full of little stars: "I think this cloak should be a very important trophy or prize, right?"

Now Richard Nall was proud of himself, and said in a very modest tone: "It's nothing, it's just that I killed a... haha... Fashen, the earth turtle emperor was so scared that he gave it to me."

Frederick's face was genuinely surprised, and then he stamped his feet in regret.

Frederick knew that Richard Nar was powerful, but he had never been able to see the Juggernaut attack with all his strength. After all, no one was his opponent here except Psyche. Do not delay fishing.

This is a life-and-death battle between the two top powerhouses, the Juggernaut and the God of Law. It is so exciting and splendid. It doesn't matter if the steam engine is released later. If you miss this kind of battle once, you may lose your chance.

"Master..." Frederick acted coquettishly, "Can you tell me about that battle?"

Richard Nall continued to whisper: "Oh, there is nothing to say, isn't he just a god of law, and it can be solved by moving your fingers."

Frederick continued to be cute and coquettish, pulled his sleeves and kept shaking them, and said cutely: "Master... tell me..."

"It's nothing." Richard Nall folded his hands on his chest and looked up at the blue sky. "We just arrived in Constantbul that day, and that Phocas treated me to a meal in the palace."

"He won this time because he didn't know that he recruited a young Dharma God there. He is under 40 years old. He is quite a genius. He has just stepped into this field in the past two years. He can reach this stage at this age. ,Few."

"As for him, he's too arrogant, but that's okay, I used to be like this, but his mistake is trying to use me as a stepping stone."

Frederick immediately asked excitedly, "Does he want to challenge you?"

Richard Nall smiled, with a face full of sarcasm, and continued: "If he can survive in a serious afternoon, he actually provoked me at the banquet, and wanted to argue with me about whether magic is fast or not within seven steps?" The sword is fast."

At this time, Psyche answered from the side: "He is qualified to say that, his quick casting technique is indeed the best in the world, you can learn from it."

Frederick opened his mouth in surprise, and asked nervously, "Master, are you not injured?"

Milliseconds count in the top combat power, and whoever can seize the momentary opportunity will survive to the end. A magician who is proficient in fast casting has a huge advantage.

Richard Nall said triumphantly: "I haven't hurt half of my hair."

Frederick's eyes were filled with admiration for an instant, and he asked him anxiously: "Master, tell me how you did it?"

Richard Nall stood there triumphantly and said nothing, and pretended to be closed.

After Frederick asked again and again, the Juggernaut said: "That idiot said something that shouldn't be said, and I shot him in the head in a fit of anger."

After finishing speaking, Richard Nall took out an oversized revolver from his back waist, gestured triumphantly, and put it next to his face in a pose. His look and posture were very similar to those of the "Wan Chai Gunslinger".

The revolver was much larger than what the army was equipped with, with a caliber of 15 mm, a larger and longer revolver, and a silver body decorated with gold patterns.

"Diesel helped me do it." He said very proudly, "The spray tank has been specially strengthened, which is much more powerful, and it is also very powerful after shooting, so it is difficult to control."

Frederick instantly petrified.

It took him a while to come back to his senses, and he wanted to complain but didn't know where to start.

Richard Nall smiled and said: "We are the only ones who can do this kind of thing. He felt a little bad at the time and cast the magic shield. It's just that I enchanted the projectile, and it was not fully formed when it was pierced. magic shield."

Frederick took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"That Phokas didn't embarrass you, did he?" He asked a question that he felt stupid after asking, and since he had put on the purple cloak, he must have not been embarrassed.

Richard Nall said seriously: "I regret that I didn't take you there. You should learn from Phocas's performance."

"You have to remember that people who can rely on force or conspiracy to rise to power should not be underestimated. They all have their own advantages."

"Phocas knows how to buy people's hearts. How could he make things difficult for me? He still wants me to work for him. He has given him a lot of official positions, territories, and wealth."

"Twenty or thirty beauties are given away every day," Psyche helped him add some content, "They are all educated beauties, and he accepted them all."

The corner of Frederick's mouth twitched.

But this is normal. Buying people's hearts is nothing more than wine, sex and wealth.

Men, it's normal to accept it.

Richard Nall touched Frederick's head and said with a smile: "Those are the families of losers. If I don't accept them, they will either be sold as slaves or sent to the military camp to be ruined. They were all brought back to you."

Frederick blinked, what happened to bring me back?
(End of this chapter)