Don't confiscate my citizenship

Several other lords may have made their decision, but Viscount Leven Kingston has not yet expressed his opinion.

At present, it seems that Viscount Blackbone may take the opportunity of today's competition to let everyone make a statement about the Governor.

"Have none of you lords ever questioned the authenticity of Mechi's identity?"

Lanqi looked up and asked as he recorded the confession.

"A few days ago, visitors from the Imperial Capital passed through several of our cities and did learn about the recent changes in the Protoss Royal School of Magic. They were very consistent with what Professor Mechi had revealed intentionally or unintentionally. However, even the visitors from the Imperial Capital were not very clear about the details of the school's changes. They only knew that it happened when they had just left the Imperial Capital."

Viscount Leven Kingston looked bitter, shook his head and answered in a low voice.

From then on they dared not offend Professor Mech.

"understood."

Lanqi nodded. The "visitors from the imperial capital" that Viscount Levin referred to should be the investigation team. However, Viscount Levin Kingston described the investigation team very vaguely, as if there was a gag order and they could not mention it further.

He closed the notebook in his hand.

"I think the Snowfield Province really needs a capable governor."

Lanqi once again picked up the cat boss who had turned into a crying cat head, looked at the venue while thinking, and muttered to himself.

"..."

Viscount Leven Kingston did not understand what Lanci meant by this.

Perhaps Ranchi, who came from the imperial capital Helrom, was indeed dissatisfied with the current situation in their Snowfield Province.

But at the moment, Viscount Levin Kingston is no longer able to look at the big picture and worry about the overall situation.

He didn't even know how Xia would fight Dean today.

He really wanted Char to win.

If Char had won, that would have been good news for Viscount Blackbone, but he wouldn't have been so happy today. It also indirectly showed that Professor Metchie's teaching was just that.

But he didn't see much hope that Char could win...he could only pray for the secret inheritance of the Candice family.

And these two friends of Char accompanied him in training for three full days. This is the power of friendship!

That boy who is like a sleeping lion may have a magic called courage. Once awakened by love, he can create miracles!

Clang, clang.

As the bell rings, the contestants who have agreed to duel should enter the venue.

at last.

A figure slowly walked out from the entrance near where Lanqi and the others were sitting.

In the shadows, the old iron on the wooden door creaked dully, and the sunlight only illuminated a little unstable dust in the passage.

A figure gradually emerged from the shadows. His dark red and pitch-black chainmail leather was covered in dried blood, which seemed to be mixed with the flesh and blood of countless enemies.

The thick smell of blood even wafted into the audience seats, causing many people to cover their noses in fear and discomfort.

That pale face had a morbid beauty, his eyeliner was deep, the spark in his eyes had long been extinguished, leaving only a pair of dark eyes full of despair and coldness. His swift steps were like drumbeats, and with every beat, the temperature around seemed to drop by several degrees, as if countless wronged souls were hiding under his shadow and reaching out to him.

When Viscount Leven Kingston saw Char reappear, he was stunned for a moment.

Is this... my nephew...? !

Chapter 318 Principal Lanqi's Master Teacher Intensive Training

After Char gradually walked out of the shadows, the originally noisy arena gradually became quiet.

This kind of evil and madness combined in his temperament makes people wonder if he has become a different person.

"He should have awakened the courageous temperament of a lion..."

If I had to describe the first impression that Char gave me when he appeared here——

He can only be the leader of the investigation team of the special killing force of the Demon King's army who was polluted and then corrupted.

The blood-stained dark double-layer leather armor was close-fitting on the inside and wide on the outside, with robe-like cuffs and a scarf-like collar covering his mouth and chin.

He held the transparent umbrella in his left hand and placed it on his shoulder, while several scimitars appeared in the long sleeves of his right hand and fell between his fingers.

For a moment, the only sound above the arena was the sound of people swallowing saliva, as if some kind of fear had been awakened among the people. It seemed that he had something that even the demons in the images that caused the panic in the north did not possess.

"Char!"

Viscount Levin Kingston stood up with the help of the handrail. In his slightly unstable sight, the entire arena seemed to have reversed its tone and became silent, with only a slight noise indicating that time was still flowing.

but.

The crimson figure seemed to be unable to hear the call, or perhaps it heard it but was unable to turn back, or perhaps its heart had already been as firm as iron and it just kept moving forward.

Viscount Levin Kingston could only stare blankly at Char's unfamiliar back, moving further and further away from him until he stepped onto the arena.

Beneath the blood color and murderous intent that could not be faded was the sin that one had to bear the consequences for having done it. The young man who was originally clear-headed and brave was now standing in a pool of turbid blood.

God knows how many people he has killed in these days to have such a fierce aura that is almost tangible. This is definitely not something that can be achieved through careful training, but it can only be accumulated through constant wandering between life and death and through the lives of others!

Viscount Leven Kingston, who had been on the battlefield, knew this very well.

on the ground.

On the other side of the arena, waiting on the shiny white marble floor, Viscount Dean Bonn stared briefly, then sneered in disdain.

"Haha, are you a big lady? If you put on a skirt, you might look really good."

Dean gave a sympathetic laugh.

If just having an intimidating aura was useful, then the Protoss Royal School of Magic should have opened its doors to Char long ago. A second-level fallen assassin could never be a match for a warrior like him who had undergone orthodox training.

This is the irreparable gap between those who have received formal training and those who have taken unorthodox paths, caused by the family's strength and accumulated resources.

"..."

Char slowly walked onto the stage, his mouth curled up in a straight line, and his eyes seemed to show only a pig waiting to be dismembered.

He ignored Dean and waited for the order to start the massacre like a well-trained soldier.

Dean's eyes grew colder as he clenched his knuckles.

Although the rules of this competition are that the opponent's life cannot be harmed.

But if he failed, Viscount Kingston wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

Xia is not a member of their Kingston family, and his father has already told him that he can kill him and he will help him settle the matter.

On the contrary, it is impossible for Char to kill him. If he hurts him, Viscount Bonn will not let Char go today and will not let him be safe!

There are still dozens of seconds before the game starts.

A cloud that had just floated over the arena was blown away by the wind, revealing the bright winter sunshine again. Light and shadows climbed onto the faces of the spectators, and people's voices and energy were restored.

They didn't know why Char had undergone such a transformation, or what it specifically represented.

But perhaps it is this unexpected direction of strengthening that makes this game more interesting!

In the VIP seats high in the sky, Lilith stared at the arena in silence, but her eyes were always fixed on Char.

Not far away, on the other side, Viscount Levin Kingston looked in the direction of his daughter, then looked at Char again. For some reason, the nerves at the back of his head throbbed, reminding him of the news of the past two days.

Many strongholds of the Ghost Party outside the city-state were wiped out like a storm, and their members were brutally slaughtered, as if to serve as a warning to the rest.

The strange thing is that almost all members at level 4 or above were killed in one blow, but the bodies of members below level 4 were so miserable that it caused panic among the Ghost Party.

Because it was so cruel and bloody, several lords in the Snowfield Province did not dare to publicly report this good news until they found out the truth, for fear of causing panic among the residents.

Probably... not...

Viscount Leven Kingston talked to himself, with only the rising and falling voices of the people in his ears.

"It is said that the most famous family magic inherited by the Candice family in the empire is a mixture of human magic and elf magic. It can present the mind of the head of the family. The mind of Mr. Xia is a protective umbrella. If it can be transformed into a weapon of other forms with his awakening, it will be his chance to win!"

"Yes, that's how it's usually written in the storybook. It's about to catch fire! Even if it temporarily falls into darkness, it will be exchanged for new power!"

In the winter afternoon sun, the hour hand on the big clock is gradually approaching the hour.

Although there is a sense of inexplicable weirdness in Char's temperament, this may just be a style of expression he chooses.

After all, as the relatively weaker party in strength, it is undoubtedly more attractive to present a more suspenseful and unknown competitive scene to the audience.

clang...clang.

As the hands on the clock tower's dial pointed toward the sky, a deep bell rang out.

Each deep and rhythmic knock announces the intense competition that is about to begin.

As the sound echoed, the shouts and expectations of the audience in the arena instantly formed a heated noise.

When the last bell rings slowly, the competition begins. The winners and losers, honors and regrets will all be decided in the following time!

At this moment, on both sides of the center of the arena, Xia Candice and Dean Bonn looked at each other from afar, and there was an unspeakable sense of oppression in the air.

It seemed that if one side made the slightest move, a fierce battle would be triggered.

"Game start!"

The brief silence was broken by the shout of the leader of the Knights of Kingston City, who was acting as the referee. With this order, the battle was about to begin!

Char, who was originally expected to adopt a guerrilla fighting strategy, did not consider his function as an assassin at all. He started with a straight charge like a hungry beast. Even the white mist that leaked from the corners of his mouth seemed to be filled with a deep desire for killing!

Dean, who was confronting him, obviously hesitated for a moment because of Char's initiative to come to him, but he soon curled the corners of his mouth. An assassin of a lower level than him actually dared to fight him, a warrior, head-on, which would save a lot of trouble.

Then, the sound of weapons clashing erupted in the center of the arena in a flash, spreading out circles of buzzing sound waves, causing the spectators far away in the stands to have their hair flying. They opened their eyes wide and stared at the field nervously. The battle started faster than they expected, and intensified in an instant.

Both sides were driven by some primitive force and started fighting without giving in to each other!

For Dean, it was more like a fight.

But for Char, it was more like a fight.

Char, who was obviously weaker in strength and stamina, seemed to have lost his sense of pain. With a crazy smile on his face, he wanted to cut off the flesh and blood of Dean, as if this battle was not a bit of fear for him, but a pure enjoyment!

Dean was a little scared. It seemed that Char didn't care about the rules of the game at all. He just wanted to kill him from the beginning!

Moreover, unlike Dean's murderous intent that was tinged with some evil thoughts, Char's murderous intent was a hundred times purer than his. He stood here to fight until his death.

"Don't be too arrogant!"