Star Forge Titan

"Your Excellency, although the ceremony has not yet completely decided the final winner, please allow me to entertain you well." Vivian's voice was lazy, as if she had not woken up yet, making people want to stretch when listening to it.

"Also, what is your name?"

The black-haired boy was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"My name is Ivan Elian."

Note 1: Due to Catholicism, most Western royal families practice monogamy, not counting mistresses. I pondered the term for this for a long time before writing this paragraph. Later, I discovered that Arab sultans do practice polygamy, as does Morocco. I can only say that once I've thought about turning green, the world seems vast (fog).

This is a bit off topic. The term "feizi" (concubine) actually also means "mistress." However, in an Eastern context, a more literal translation would be "qie" (concubine) or "concubine." The latter is fine, but the former is too imperial, so the term "feizi" (concubine) was used.

Chapter 116: Cat Chasing Freedom

So, that group of people were afraid?

Sitting in his seat somewhat bored, Alvin couldn't help but think about this possibility.

No way? No way? A group of extremists who want to overthrow the entire Great Wilderness Forest United Emirates regime, can't they even find a third-level person who is free to send to the border for a mission?

At this moment, he was attending a small dinner. According to the tradition of the Great Wilderness Forest, the Palm Suppression Ceremony usually lasted for three days until the strongest champion was determined. During these three days, every champion who successfully held their ground for the entire day would be treated to a lavish reception by the host family.

This can not only deepen the young men and women's understanding of each other, but also cultivate their mutual feelings. Perhaps they can finally decide on a husband before the third day. In a sense, it is not wrong to understand it as an alternative blind date.

However, the chief of the Lynx tribe was clearly displeased with his daughter's assertive behavior and did not attend the dinner at all. Even his eldest and second sons only made a brief appearance at the beginning, politely greeting everyone and then immediately finding an excuse to leave.

The relationship within this family doesn't seem harmonious...

He took the wine glass from the maid and casually said thank you, prompting a look of surprise. After more than two years of traveling through time, Ivan was no longer surprised by such differences in concepts. He was more accustomed to the concepts of his past life. As for whether he would adapt to this other world? Would those concepts be relevant to the present? Would they be incompatible with reality?

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We Titans make our fists so big and our muscles so swollen, not to compromise with others or the external environment (the planet).

Typical Fat Tiger thinking emerged in Alvin's mind. Before he could even drink half a sip of the freshly poured clear wine, a white arm stretched out from the side, naturally took the wine glass from his hand and drank it all in one gulp. The Demon King, who was feasting on the local delicacies of the Great Wilderness Forest, didn't even say thank you for this.

Watching this humanoid dragon devouring food in batches with elegance and politeness while achieving A+++ speed and strength, Alvin's expression inevitably became strange.

The Great Wilderness Forest was truly open. Even though he, the 'champion of the day', hadn't yet become champion and wasn't a true candidate for recruitment, at most a reserve member, even as a reserve candidate, inviting his girlfriend along for the feast was truly bizarre.

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The thigh bone holding the barbecued meat was bitten to pieces. The sound was clearly audible to Alvin who was nearby. The dragon couldn't help but blush while eating, and he speeded up his chewing in embarrassment.

"Seeing this young lady eating makes one feel hungry even if she doesn't eat anything." A childish but mature voice came from the side.

"Thank you very much for your hospitality, Your Highness." Fleur wiped her lips with a napkin. Her movements were extremely elegant and dignified, in stark contrast to the empty plates piled up next to her.

Even without looking back, Alvin could guess who the visitor was.

Sure enough, a petite figure wearing a silver mask walked up to him leisurely.

The venue for the dinner was Princess Mimi's house, and its architectural style was said to be as unique as that of other members of the mountain cat tribe. First, the center of the entire huge tree was hollowed out. Without affecting its normal growth and development, a very unique semi-embedded building was built based on the hollowed-out tree space, finally achieving a full and organic combination of house and giant tree. It can be said to be a perfect combination of "garden" and "forest" (①).

In terms of living conditions, Princess Mimi is definitely first-class, but her situation is obviously not taken seriously. The number of people participating in this banquet is pitifully small. Just like the princess's two brothers, most of the participants can be said to have come and gone in a hurry.

The chef's carefully prepared dish had just been served on the table when only Alvin, Afrediya, and Princess Mimi, the host of the banquet, were left in the venue.

The maids and waiters were very discreet and voluntarily left the banquet hall. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the soft clink of Afrediya's knife and fork against the plate. The Demon King always did what he wanted, which was actually consistent with the indifference and nonchalance that Ivan often displayed.

Essentially, both of them have elephant personalities.

A gentle giant, a hard worker, and an undisputed leader.

They work diligently but leave immediately after. They are gentle yet not easily influenced by external factors. They have the ability to read the atmosphere but don't prioritize it. Their strong confidence in their abilities permeates their behavior, allowing them to remain calm even in the face of threats, simply because they possess the ability to handle most problems that others consider unsolvable.

In comparison, the petite and lovely Princess Mimi is obviously just holding on.

Both Ivan and Afrediya saw this very clearly.

"Then, Your Highness, do you have anything to say to us?" The main fork in the Demon King's hand drew a silver arc of light. The roasted suckling pig holding an apple in its mouth lifted the plate it had just been lying on with its front hoof, and trotted over from the center of the rectangular dining table in a standing posture.

"Or is it really just an ordinary, courtesy reception?" Alvin also chuckled, and with a few casual strokes of his fingers, the air was immediately manipulated to flow at high speed.

After a few soft sizzling sounds, the front hoof of the roasted pig that ran in front of the two people broke first and fell steadily to the ground along with the plate. Then the whole body fell forward, and in the process, it scattered like a blooming flower, and finally stacked into an extremely neat arrangement on the plate.

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“Perfect control of dynamics.”

Princess Mimi clapped her hands softly and exclaimed in admiration, but her fingers, which were secretly gripping the feather fan, turned white from excessive force.

Ivan knocked on the table, and the sound spread outward, leaving a circle of ripples in his perception area. The rebounding sound waves described all the "pictures" within the huge surrounding area with incomparable clarity.

"There's no one else here. There's no need to keep up that show."

"Performance...?" Vivian fell silent.

When she looked up again, the only eyes revealed behind the mask became extremely serious.

"In that case, let's make things direct."

"I want to reach an agreement with the two of you." Vivian's voice was a little trembling at the beginning, but at the end, only determination remained.

"Money, power, or rare knowledge, you can ask for anything you want, but there is only one thing I want."

Princess Mimi took a deep breath and slowly uttered an extremely expensive noun.

"free."

Chapter 117: The Drunken Lion

While the kitten was crying out for freedom, the defeated young lion was drinking heavily in the tavern.

"Puff--ha!" The lion-headed boy, who looked like a 30-year-old adult but was actually a teenager, let out a strange cry.

The spicy wine flowed down his throat, like a flame turning into liquid and burning all the flesh and blood along the way. Besides being extremely stimulating, it also gave the young man the illusion that he was maturing.

But illusions are just illusions after all. A truly mature old man would not make embarrassing noises over a mere drink of liquor.

"Hey, so, this is why you came to the tavern? To find the feeling of maturity?" The thick-blooded orc with a brown bear head next to him sneered through his nose.

"Don't, don't laugh at me, Mr. Wojtek. Wait, why do you have an extra head?" Linefinger wanted to explain, but found that the person in front of him seemed to have two heads.

"Damn it, I clearly only have one head, but you kid must have drunk so much that your stomach can row a boat." The bear warrior called Wojtek cursed with a smile, and helplessly slapped away the fingers of the young lion man who was trying to count how many heads he had.

"A king must have a broad mind!" Hearing his words, Linefinger subconsciously knocked his chest hard and loudly read out the famous saying that he had often recited since childhood. As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, he covered his mouth with a grim expression and rushed towards the door of the tavern.

Not long after the figure disappeared behind the swinging door panel, a clear "ooh, ooh, ooh" sound was heard outside, causing many drunkards in the pub to laugh.

"Really? Just talk if you want to. Why are you hitting yourself? You've just sprayed out all the 'water' for rowing." Wojtek held his forehead and sighed. This young man was good in every way except that he couldn't drink much. He wouldn't be drunk until he was so drunk that he had to think for a long time about his own last name.

However, transcendents who have reached the upper realms, especially those in the combat profession, possess physical qualities far beyond those of ordinary people. Even severe alcohol poisoning can be completely offset by simply accelerating their metabolism for a few minutes. Strictly speaking, the concept of alcohol poisoning doesn't apply to them; at best, it's more like a stomach upset.

Just let it out, no matter which way it comes out...

Sure enough, when Rheinfinger returned from the door, he had once again transformed into the majestic, kingly figure he once was. Ordinary people wouldn't even dare to look him in the eye. Of course, the many patrons who had witnessed the young man's "rainbow" speech were clearly not among them. They simply applauded and offered a few mildly joking remarks. Well, mildly joking.

At this moment, Rheinfinger really wanted to cover his face with his hands. Although that action was too girly, he was really embarrassed now.

Forced to remain calm, he walked to the bar, picked up a piece of dried fish, and popped it into his mouth. Rhinefinger tried to get away with it by saying, "As long as I'm not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed." But the bear-man Wojtek clearly had no intention of letting this young friend, regardless of age difference, go.

"That's great! Young people should experience heartbreak, drunkenness, and the inevitable embarrassment that goes with both, and then remember the memories for the rest of their lives."

“That way, you’ll have something worth remembering when you’re old.”

"No, the first two are fine, but please allow me to refuse the last one." Rheinfinger raised his palms with thick pads and tried his best to cover his face completely.

"Hahaha, what has happened is like a sprouted acorn, there is no way to reverse it." Wojtek's bear head just burst into laughter, and the sound inexplicably sounded like a dog barking, full of undisguised joy.

Clearly, he wasn't some bear straight out of an An O Sheng fairy tale. His voice lacked the clean, crispness of leaves or the freshness of morning air. Bears that looked like that only existed in fairy tales. As Wojtek put it, a real bear's laugh always sounded like a dog's bark!

However, the young lion man, upon hearing the laughter, almost leaped up and gave the other man a good thrashing. In fact, if they weren't old friends, he would have used the folding stool he was sitting on to give the other man a good thrashing.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop laughing, okay?" As a much older veteran than the other party, Wojtek stopped laughing very accurately before the other party went crazy.

"I watched today's match very clearly from below. You actually played very well and left no regrets at all."

"Ah, that's true, but it's because I have no regrets that I can't let it go." Rheinfinger nodded, then showed a melancholy expression again.

"That gentleman was simply standing there, using the profound meaning of a technique I had cultivated, yet he was able to unleash a power that I, the original owner of the technique, could never have imagined. This, this is simply like a dream, unbelievable."

"I had a similar feeling when I first stepped onto the ropes to participate in the 'Big Wrestling' competition. Those experienced wrestlers always make young people feel as difficult to overcome as facing a mountain of trees." Wojtek said comfortingly.

As for the "big wrestling" he mentioned, it was the largest and highest-level Xipan Wrestling Championship in the Great Wilderness Forest.

Usually only the winners from different regions or competition groups can join, and finally a series of finals will be held among the winners until the strongest and most powerful wrestler of the year is selected.

The final between the last two wrestlers is even part of the Druids' grand ritual of worshipping nature itself, and also has the meaning of suppressing evil and uncleanness. Often only a very small number of qualified people can watch, which adds a bit of sacredness to Xipan wrestling.

"But that gentleman is even younger than me." Rheinfinger slapped the bar indignantly. This was what he couldn't understand the most. He really didn't know how the other party practiced.

"Well, there's no denying it. Maybe, well, maybe he just looks young?" Wojtek thought helplessly about how to comfort him. Damn it, 'thinking' itself was not something a bear man should be good at.

"Forget it. The forest is so vast, it's not surprising that someone stronger than me appears." Rheinfinger sighed and quickly cheered up.

"Although the opponent is exaggerating, he is also a level three player. I still have a chance to catch up!"

Wojtek seemed hesitant to speak. Although his old injury prevented him from going further, his vision was much more mature than that of the youngsters.

I always feel that the only one who really gave his all in the game during the day was me, the young kid.

"By the way, Mr. Wojtek, are you still working recently? Do you need my help?" Rheinfinger said a little cryptically.

Underground wrestling, which is too bloody and primitive, is expressly prohibited by the Xipan Wrestling Association. As a formal wrestler, Wojtek should not have participated in it. However, life is not always as one wishes, and everyone has their own difficulties.

"It's okay. I saved some money in the first half of the year, enough for those kids to go to school and further their studies. I should be able to go less often in the second half of the year." After saying that, the much older bear man drank the wine in the glass in one gulp with a complicated expression, and then let out a slightly more refreshed cry.

"After all, this is not a solution." Rheinfinger sighed.

"Ha, there's nothing I can do. I was too absurd in my early years, so I have to pay a price to make up for it now." Wojtek was open-minded, but soon his expression turned serious.

"By the way, your loss today isn't necessarily a bad thing. I accidentally overheard some very suspicious news." Glancing around, the bear-man with reddish-brown hair lowered his voice so only the two of them could hear him and continued:

"It seems someone wants to use the palm-pressing ceremony to create some big commotion."

Chapter 118 The End of Chatting

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Rheinfinger's face immediately became extremely resolute, and he turned around and rushed out of the tavern.

Wojtek quickly pulled him back, dragging the chair a long way away. The noise made by the two men attracted a lot of attention. The bear warrior laughed and apologized everywhere before he calmed down the little chaos.

"What are you going to do?" Pulling the anxious lion-headed boy, Wojtek asked in a helpless but unsurprising tone.

"Of course I'm going to help Mimi. She's so fragile, she'll definitely get hurt if she gets involved in any conspiracy!"

Rheinfinger wanted to set off immediately, but knowing the cautious nature of the bear warrior, he knew that the other party obviously had something else to say after holding him back, so he had to suppress his anxiety and wait for an answer.

"Ha, so that's how you've always looked at the princess. No wonder you're always disliked by others." Wojtek raised his broad hands to cover his face, not holding much hope for the love affair between his friend of different generations.

"She's not disliked, it's just that they've been playing together since they were little, and she can't adapt to this change in relationship for the time being!" Lane Finger stammered, but stopped moving.

"You are as stubborn as the dwarves of Lonely Mountain." The bear warrior's face fell.

"Forget it, let's get back to business. Although there are certain accidental factors, do you think that Princess Mimi would not have heard of the news that an ordinary wrestler like me could have heard?"

"I even suspect that this news was deliberately leaked by someone." Wojtek curled his lips and continued in a low voice to the young lion:

"The whole thing sounds so stupid."

"Yeah, the whole thing sounds so stupid."

The same conversation also took place in the princess's mansion.

Looking at Princess Mimi - Her Highness Vivian who was slowly recounting her past, Alvin sighed from the bottom of his heart, causing the cat-eared girl wearing a silver mask to freeze immediately.

Seeing this, the gentle Afrediya quickly raised her hand and slapped the straight Titan on the back, making him stagger. The force of that slap on an ordinary full-body plate armor would probably directly destroy the entire set of armor because it was severely deformed and could not be worn.

"Sorry, sorry, he drank too much." Look, His Majesty the Demon King even helped his outspoken boyfriend find a good excuse. He is so gentle.

But this gentleman hasn't had a single sip of wine since the banquet started...

Vivian showed a complicated expression, but finally nodded with some difficulty.

"Indeed, this matter is indeed stupid in the eyes of outsiders. Just because her petite figure does not look like that of an orc with snow leopard blood, he suspects that his daughter is not his biological daughter. He even refuses to seek help from the temple or druids to verify it because of the family shame that cannot be made known to the outside world." As Vivian spoke, a smile began to appear in her tone.

"If my mother, who has passed away, knew this, she would definitely say it was really stupid."

"That's why I have to stay far enough away from these idiots to gain my freedom!" Vivian stepped on the dining table and screamed at the top of her lungs. However, the sound sounded a bit like a cat's panting.

"..." Hearing her words, even Afrediya couldn't help but put down the knife and fork in her hand.