Storm of Gods

Chapter 214 The Two-Faced Prince
Outside the gate, Prince Akris's carriage carried Didia away from the Holy See Institute. Even though it was a prince's carriage, there were boos all the way. If it weren't for Akris's name, who knows what would have happened.

A draw is already a loss for Didia. In the eyes of the public, Simmons is a level below Didia. Moreover, Simmons was injured in the Holy Land yesterday, which alarmed the Metropolitan. It was not just a charade. Today, there was a good reason to postpone the duel or ask a duel proxy.

But Simmons didn't back down. He bravely took to the field and even managed to secure a draw. What if he hadn't been injured?
Furthermore, since this duel was triggered by the Anthony incident, the Nasser family suffered a double loss, dragging Didia into it as well.

Didia, who was in the carriage, had regained her composure, and there was no trace of discomfort on her face.

Aklis smiled slightly and handed Didia a bottle of wine. "Have a drink. When you suffer a setback, there's always a group of people who care about you, ask what happened, and then leave satisfied. So the next few days will be a bit tough."

Didia took the bottle, unscrewed the cap, gulped down the strong liquor, and exhaled sharply, "Losing feels worse than death."

"Simmons really gave us a pleasant surprise this time; he's showing signs of being a fledgling eagle." Aklis smiled slightly; he liked the unexpected.

"Your Highness, who is this Avogadro?"

“This is a clandestine force from an ancient organization. So far, it doesn’t seem hostile. We must be careful when dealing with it,” Aklis said.

Didiah was taken aback, but nodded seriously. For His Highness to be so cautious, it must be some kind of hidden force that had nothing to do with him. The real hardship was yet to come.

The carriage clattered along, the royal carriage being the most spacious and comfortable. Aklis sipped his favorite wine; he was here to work, and he had done a fantastic job. He hadn't expected Simmons to grow to this level; this was undoubtedly the best outcome, saving him a lot of trouble.

“You seem to be alright, go back and take a shower and rest. How about I take you out for some fun tonight?” Aklis suddenly said.

Didiah was stunned. This was a rather abrupt turn. Was he still in a good position to play?

"I've arranged to meet a beautiful lady to talk about life. I'll go on the date tonight under the pretense of comforting you, but we need to meet in person first. Can you keep watch for me? My father has been keeping a close eye on me lately, and it's really making me uncomfortable. I always feel that the idea that princes are subject to the same laws as commoners is aimed at me."

Is this still the wise and mighty Second Prince to whom he swore allegiance?

Didiah stared in disbelief. "Your Highness... is there a bit of a split personality? One minute you're wise and heroic, the next you're like a lecher."

The Holy See was still bustling with activity, people chanting Simmons' name. The voices of the crowd outside the See were even louder, and justice had triumphed.

Simmons' injuries were much more serious than Didia's. He was still unable to move and it took him a while to be carried to the Infirmary's medical room. Fortunately, there was no hidden power involved; it was just a regular psionic injury. He had two broken ribs, but he would recover after some rest. It wasn't a major injury for a warrior.

Simmons made an excuse to send everyone away and sent Celia to buy lunch. He wanted to eat something good. In the past, Celia wouldn't have bothered with him, but today, it was no problem for her handsome brother to eat some seafood.

"Not bad, it seems our last-minute cramming did have some effect," Li Xin said with a smile.

Simmons shook his head and sighed, "Lord Lei lives up to his reputation, I lost."

"Don't say that, a draw is a draw." Li Xin could see that if they really went all out, even if Didia underestimated his opponent and was caught off guard by Lei's counterattack, how could this temporary awakening compare to someone's years of hard work? Didia would certainly be injured, but Simmons would definitely lose his life.

"I can't figure out how His Highness persuaded Didia." Simmons understood perfectly; his forte was his sharp mind.

“Everyone has different ideas, and so does a family. But as an observer, Didia made the right decision. He was able to give up what he cared about most. This person is not to be underestimated,” Li Xin said.

Simmons nodded. The royal family truly determined the fate of the Nasser family.

As for Didia personally, with the upcoming battle for glory approaching, the stronger he is, the more attention he will attract. Didia has essentially distanced himself from the competition, which actually increases his chances of winning.

"This battle was very rewarding, and I'm even more excited for the Battle of Glory." Simmons let out a long sigh, feeling quite excited. "Brother Li, let's find a place to drink tonight and celebrate."

"Are you sure you can do it?" "What are you talking about? I only broke a bone, not my head." Simmons was truly relieved. Under Didia's heavy pressure, he not only achieved a breakthrough, but also took advantage of the right time, place, and people to greatly boost the prestige of the George family. It was indeed worth celebrating.

"Haha, okay, you can rest now. Have a carriage come to pick me up tonight."

Li Xin didn't linger. It was Monday, and he needed to go to Hexbird News to check on sales feedback and discuss the next steps with Christy.

After Li Xin left, Simmons lay on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and clenched his fist tightly. It felt so good to win this with your own hands!

In truth, he wasn't confident at all. He had only awakened the power of thunder, and he had tried several times without success. But in that life-or-death situation, he suddenly stepped up. Once you've experienced that feeling, you'll never forget it. Then, a wave of fatigue washed over him, and soon Simmons fell asleep.

Walking along the streets of the Holy Zeal Academy, one sees excited crowds everywhere, many singing and dancing. This is not just a victory in a duel, but also a victory for their unwavering beliefs, and its inspirational effect is immense. Of course, this is not good news for the Naser family and those old nobles.

Li Xin avoided the crowd and walked quite a distance from the Imperial Academy before finally managing to hail a carriage. Although it wasn't an open-top carriage, it didn't matter. He finally had some savings now, and the thought of finding out how much he would earn from his new serial novel soon filled him with joy...

The carriage clattered along towards the Hexbird Society. Halfway there, Li Xin suddenly remembered that it was lunchtime, and since the Hexbird Society didn't provide meals, he had no choice but to return to the inn for a meal.

Upon seeing Li Xin return, Daenerys Targaryen seemed to have caught a whiff of his presence from afar. "Oh my, our great writer is back! I heard the weekly magazine is selling like hotcakes. Young Master Xin, you're going to make a fortune, don't forget your old friends!"

"Dragon Mother, we made a promise, so please don't expose me, or I'll have to move," Li Xin said. He had already given Dragon Mother a heads-up, otherwise, given her personality, she would definitely spread the word. As long as it wasn't too ostentatious, the Heldans wouldn't react like they did with celebrities in his previous life.

Daenerys looked like a wronged wife. It was a real pity that such a golden brand couldn't be used. But if Li Xin were to be driven away, that would be a real loss. It's a good thing that he's already successful and still willing to live here, especially since it involves the handsome young master Simmons.

"Oh dear, don't you know how I handle things? I've taken care of everything perfectly," Daenerys laughed. "By the way, how did today's duel go? Did young Master Simmons win?"

Aside from David, Davydwin, and a few others who knew about it, everyone else would just think it was bragging if Daenerys did a little work. Besides, if someone really had that kind of ability, why would they live in this godforsaken place?

Compared to the Anthony incident, the duel between Simmons and Didier only had a significant impact within certain circles, and it's not as well-known as the Utopia feud right now.

"A draw." Li Xin smiled with satisfaction. Simmons was indeed brave and resourceful this time, mainly because he dared to go all out. Once he got through this hurdle, the eagle was about to take flight.

"Ah, a draw? Did Didiah use some underhanded tactics?" Daenerys asked incredulously.

Li Xin was taken aback. Well, everyone has their own interpretation. "Yeah, that's about right. Young Master Simmons was actually injured during training on Sunday. It's impressive that he managed to get a draw while playing with an injury."

"I knew it! He truly is a man as majestic as an eagle."

Seeing Daenerys's infatuated expression and arms crossed, Li Xin quickly made his way away.

"Mr. Kan, give me a large portion, I'm in a hurry," Li Xin called out.

At this moment, the great magician, dressed in a waiter's coat, was weaving through the crowd, sweating profusely and busy as a bee. At first, he was still a bit reserved, as he was only doing it part-time, but later he put on the clothes that Daenerys had given him. Although he got a free outfit, Mr. Kane's elegance as a magician was completely gone, and he had now blended in.

Li Xin's comment about Mr. Kan seemed to awaken some memories for him, but he quickly succumbed to life's pressures, saying, "Okay, coming right away."

He then headed towards the kitchen, saying, "Ma Liu, one large portion of diced chicken, Ah Xin's, rush."

After quickly finishing his task, Li Xin returned to his room, washed his face, rubbed his hair with water, and tidied his appearance slightly in front of the blurry mirror, thus creating an impressionistic handsome man.

...I always felt something was missing. Yes, the air of an artist. I need to find some time to consult with Daliwen. He has been immersed in the path of art for a long time and knows more about it.

(End of this chapter)