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Chapter 883: Please Disassemble the Chambord Kingdom (Part One)
What excited Fei more was that his guess became a reality. After he completed this quest, [Rescue on Mount Arreat], these 15 Sun-Class Barbarians now could be summoned by Fei, just like what happened after he completed the same quest in Normal Mode and Nightmare Mode.
This was something that didn't exist in the computer game that Fei played on Earth.
Now, Fei could summon these 15 Sun-Class Barbarians daily, and each summon could last 15 minutes.
This was an insane reward!
Just imagine! If Fei wanted to, he could call over a bunch of Sun-Class Lords to battle for him, easily defeating all opponents as a group since Sun-Class Lords were still rare on Azeroth Continent.
At least for now, no one below the Burning Sun Realm could defeat him.
After completing this quest, Fei's daily gaming limit was reached, and the king exited Diablo World.
Once returned to the real world, Fei didn't relax; he continued to strengthen his spirit energy according to the mysterious purple scroll.
Although Fei had the golden finger, Diablo World, he didn't lower his strict standard for himself. If there were time, Fei would try to cultivate and get stronger, walking further on the path of power in a self-torturous fashion.
In reality, Fei slept less than five hours on average per day ever since he came to Azeroth Continent. Except for taking care of the administrative duties of Chambord and battling powerful enemies, he trained and cultivated.
Diablo World was the key factor to Fei's strength and current achievement, but his hard work couldn't be ignored.
Standing by the edge of the cliff of the Martial Saint Mountain, Fei's body froze and didn't move.
It was silent in the area, and time passed by him quickly like a flowing river.
The sky turned from pitch-black to a light color.
Soon, a sliver of white appeared in the eastern sky, and St. Petersburg that had slept for the whole night gradually woke up. Fei opened his eyes at this moment as well.
He opened his mouth and exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and he looked a little tired.
The training of spirit energy was like forging a piece of iron. If a blacksmith wanted to forge a treasure sword, this piece of iron would have to be hammered tens of thousands of times.
If Fei wanted to move his spirit energy forward, he had to train diligently and put in hard work.
In some ways, Fei and Dessler were both talented at cultivating spirit energy. Dessler had the bloodline of a hero, and he had been through a lot of hardship and still maintained his pure mind. On the other hand, Fei's soul had traveled through time and space, merging with Alexander's soul. Therefore, his soul was stronger than others, making him have much faster progress in spirit energy growth.
When he turned to the wooden house, he rested for about two hours, and the sky got bright.
At this moment, a messenger came to the mountain, passing the order from the Royal Family. Emperor Yassin had summoned the Imperial Martial Saint.
After thinking for a bit, Fei got down the Martial Saint Mountain in his simple white robe, and he was followed by eight masters of the Martial Saint Mountain who were left by Martial Saint Krasic.
In a measured pace, Fei walked in the city and moved toward the Royal Palace.
When he was about 500 meters away from the Royal Palace, a group of people who were wearing fancy clothes rushed out and surrounded him. They all had angry expressions on their faces.
These people were of various ages; some of them were white-haired old men, and some of them were young men.
"Who are you? How dare you block the way of Mr. Martial Saint?" One of Fei's followers instantly walked up and shouted in alarm.
"Sir, don't misunderstand us. We represent the wishes of the citizens; we are all citizens of Zenit..." a noble who was about 30 years old quickly explained.
Chapter 883: Please Disassemble the Chambord Kingdom (Part Two)
This man was wearing a purple robe that was fancy but not luxurious, and his skin was fair, showing that he had maintained his look. His three streaks of goatee below his chin were fixed meticulously, making him look very gentle and wise. It was easy for others to trust him and feel imitate toward him.
However, the trace of gloominess in his eyes was hard to detect since he hid it well.
The people who came with him were all in fancy clothes, and it looked like they were all nobles. Some of them were anxious, some of them were fearful, and some of them were excited. Standing behind this purple-robed, middle-aged man, it was clear that they were up to something and blocked Fei's path in a line.
"Citizens of Zenit?" Fei glanced at their faces and asked lightly, "Why are you blocking my way?"
"Sir, please forgive us for blocking your way; we feel anxious as well. However, for the future of the empire and you, Mr. Martial Saint, we have to do this, " the purple-robed man said with a gentle smile on his face, "Sir, my name is Grant, and the people who are here with me today are all loyal and passionate citizens of Zenit. We gathered here today for the future of Zenit, and we are here to ask Mr. Martial Saint one thing."
Just as he said that, the people behind him all rushed up.
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Since it was already noon, and this was a busy section of the city, a lot of people walked over. Especially after people heard that Mr. Martial Saint was here, almost everyone in the area gathered around this place.
Fei frowned.
The purple-robed nobleman saw this, and a trace of joy that was hard to detect appeared in his eyes.
This scene was within his calculation; the more people around him, the better it was for him. He had studied this young man in front of him and learned that the King of Chambord valued civilians.
Therefore, he believed that the more civilians he could attract, the more likely his plan could succeed.
"For the future of Zenit?" Fei glanced at Grand and smiled."Ok, then tell me about it. What is affecting the fate of the empire? The Royal Family and I didn't notice it, and you guys have to bring it up?" Fei asked in a mocking tone.
The king already guessed their intention, and he didn't hide his disdain for them.
Purple-robed Grant's expression turned ugly, but he quickly adjusted his mind.
With a fake gentle and intimate smile, he earnestly said, "Mr. Martial Saint, you are super talented and have a great track record. You are the second most talented genius of Zenit, and the Chambord Kingdom became a powerful and independent force in Zenit. In this crisis where many masters such as D'Alessandro came, you achieved..."
"Stop right here; there is no need to mention all that. Go into the topic." Fei waved his hand and yawned impatiently.
Grant froze for a second; he didn't expect that Mr. Martial Saint completely ignored his own image and acted this recklessly.
After gritting his teeth, Grant shouted, "Since this is the case, Mr. Martial Saint, please pardon my rudeness. Now that the Chambord Kingdom has tens of thousands of elite soldiers, more than ten Moon-Class Elites, and you are a powerful master, the strength of Chambord far exceeds the allowance of an affiliated kingdom by law. With a more powerful subject and a weaker lord, the future of the empire will be very unstable. Mr. Martial Saint, you are loyal to Zenit, but who can be sure that the masters under your command will listen to the Royal Family of Zenit? Therefore, the 23 of us came here today to beg you to disassemble the Chambord Kingdom and ask the Moon-Class Elites to serve the Royal Family of Zenit directly. We know that this might offend you, but we are thinking of Zenit. By listening to our pleas, the trouble will be removed, and you will still be the Imperial Martial Saint of prestigious status. This is good for both Zenit and you."
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