It would be quite funny to make a recount of what happened when Sui Xiong brought Ray Shack to the Manor of Samat. Entering the Viscount residence through the northern wing, they happened to run into the Viscount and a youthful maiden engaged in the important job of reproducing life. At that time, the two of them were on the throne of the hall, engulfed in the heat of their passion. Viscount Samat was truly a great man who had made some meritorious contributions in war. He had such a fit physique and had changed between five or six different stances within a single breath without the slightest intention of taking a break. Sui Xiong was relieved that fortunately, he had not brought Steele along. If not, things would have been somewhat terrible.
Sui Xiong was a just and kind man. Of course, he would not bother others when they were busy with such a thing. Ray Shack was already in a daze, simply at a loss over what he should do. Therefore, both of them stood by the door for around an hour and watched in silence. They saw how the Lord Viscount, with his colorful hair toppling upside down, showed off all his brilliant moves to tire out the young maiden into a slumber. She was definitely more than 90% smitten over him. Then they walked over to the throne.
“Hello,” Sui Xiong said. “Sorry to impose. I have something to discuss with you.”
Viscount Samat obviously had yet to satisfy himself to his heart’s content, but his female companion had already fallen asleep. There was no way he could continue with what he had been busy with. At that moment, his face was filled with an expression that said, “I’m in a very bad mood, so don’t talk to me.” Seeing Sui Xiong appear brought him to draw a sword from the side of his throne right away, and then he hacked his sword head-on at Sui Xiong.
Well, maybe he was just feeling shy; after all, he was now butt naked.
While on the subject, though the Viscount had good physical strength, the size of his manhood was in fact, quite ordinary and maybe Steele would look down on him because of this—this was also something highly possible. After all, Steele had seen a wider horizon now. With a much higher expectation, she was certainly not sexually attracted to an average human at all.
Viscount Samat’s blade was of good quality. It was made of cold iron, plated with silver and protected by advanced magic. On top of that, it had the effect of “sharpness” and “tearing.” It could honestly cut gold and break jade, and it could really chop iron up into a mass of mud. A brush against it could cause injury and a strike by it bring death.
But there was nothing useful about it at all.
This strike of his blade was fast and accurate, and true enough, it felt like the speed of lightning. It was so fast that one could never dodge quickly enough. It was completely impossible to tell that he had just undergone a “ferocious battle” where he had exerted a great deal of physical strength. If this strike was received by Ray Shack, even if he was in perfect condition, it would still be impossible for him to put up any resistance, or there might not even be time for him to react at all. He could only watch wide-eyed as the blade fell upon him and cut him into two halves.
But there was nothing useful about the strike at all because the one receiving this blow was Sui Xiong.
As the blade fell and hacked down on Sui Xiong’s neck, it made a dull sound as if a blunt knife cut into a wooden block.
“Don’t get so fiery-tempered,” Sui Xiong said with a sigh. With a slight tilt of his head, he clasped the knife and said, “Let’s have a nice discussion, shall we?”
Of course not.
Viscount Samat released his hold of the blade and took out a magic scroll from his storage ring. He had yet to unroll his scroll when it, together with the ring, went right to Sui Xiong’s hands.
“I am really here, strictly and seriously, to have a discussion with you,” Sui Xiong said.
Viscount Samat sighed helplessly and decided to use a stalling tactic to drag time. Then he could wait for an opportunity to strike again.
Therefore, he asked, “What do you want to discuss?”
“No, now, I no longer want to discuss with you.”
Sui Xiong raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Then with a startled look, the Viscount Samat disappeared without a trace.
“Why does this guy think I’m honest and easy to bully?” said Sui Xiong as he removed the blade that was bent after being clasped by him. With a casual stroke, he recovered its original appearance and then tossed it to the ground. Then he said to Ray Shack, “I was talking to him nicely, and he wanted to chop me up; I put up with him once, and again, he wanted to use a spell against me. I tolerated it again, but he still tried to get smart and play tricks on me… He really thinks I’m easily manipulated, or a pushover, is that it?”
Ray Shack’s face was filled with confusion. At that moment, he really did not know what expression to show when he needed to speak. He also did not know what he should say.
“Forget it, let’s not be bothered about this passer-by. We will get down to real business,” Sui Xiong said. “I will cast a perpetual spell on you so that when someone else looks at you, they’ll think you’re this guy here. Even if you say something wrong, they will subconsciously help you find a reasonable explanation—so long as you don’t go overboard, that is.”
With that, he raised his hand. There was purple light flashing from his hand, and then he slapped Ray Shack’s body.
“Alright, this will do.”
“That’s it?” asked Ray Shack. He had just recovered his conscious mind from a good shock, and in a somewhat dazed manner, he asked, “So… what am I supposed to do?”
“Why are you asking me what you are supposed to do?” Sui Xiong asked him back with puzzlement. “So long as you lead an honest life without creating trouble, this lifetime of yours will more or less be just like that—really, it doesn’t matter much to me.”
Ray Shack froze for a moment, then could not help asking, “But… why did you want me to be this viscount?”
“A nation cannot go without a ruler for a day,” Sui Xiong said matter-of-factly. “This guy has been giving my junior much trouble. I have been wanting to solve this problem in a more low-key manner, but I just changed my mind—rather than finding a way to convince him, I’d rather change the lord of this place. You have quite a good heart, and you are quite positive and motivated, I think you are suitable for the role of a lord. Especially since you are already ‘dead,’ the issue with identity is easily settled. So I’ve decided that you are good for the role of a lord.”
Ray Shack was silent. He felt that his brain, which was originally quite quick-witted, might have been damaged when he had been tortured earlier on. Otherwise, how was it possible that he could not keep up with the pace of this master’s thoughts at all?
So he could only stay silent because if he spoke up, he felt that he would not be able to hold back the many questions that were bombarding his mind.
At first glance, anyone could tell that this master was someone who hated it when people around him spoke nonsense. He did not want to anger him with something he said.
However, when he saw that Sui Xiong was about to turn around to leave, he could not help asking, “That… Where is Viscount Samat?”
“Aren’t you him?”
“I meant, the previous one.”
“I threw him someplace where no one will ever find him,” Sui Xiong said. “Don’t worry, no one’s ever going to see him again. I promise!”
With that, his figure disappeared without a trace, and only Ray Shack was left behind—oh, now he should be called Toon Samat. He stood rooted to the ground.
After a while, the newly-assigned Viscount sighed and went to sit on the throne.
The orders of a master should never be refused. He must think about it very carefully, how he should do a good and steady job as a Viscount and also how to make it last.
But… he kept feeling that it was going to be very difficult! For instance, right before him, he had a very challenging problem to solve.
He looked at the naked young maiden lying on the ground next to him, with a woebegone expression. No matter how formidable that master was, was it possible to trick someone into sleeping with this Viscount Samat?
Not that possible, right… Maybe… but it was not impossible either, right?
So what should he do?
While he was in great distress over what to do, Sui Xiong had already returned to his God’s Kingdom and was looking at the naked Viscount Samat sitting on the ground. His face was filled with nervousness and rage.
“Hello,” he said. “In the future, this is where you will live. Food and lodging provided.”
Viscount Samat flew into a rage and jumped to his feet. He landed a punch right on Sui Xiong’s face.
He knew he was definitely not a match for this strange, black-haired person. But just like how it was said, regardless of whether he chose to advance or retreat, he would still be struck to death. As a man who had spent his life on the battlefield and who experienced countless bloody storms and obtained countless victories, he was not afraid of death!
This punch landed right in the middle of Sui Xiong’s nose, but it was as though he had hit a piece of wood that carried some fluidity among its solidness. Other than his fingers aching from the vibrating impact, there was no other effect.
“You, this guy… I know you were trying to trick me just now,” said Sui Xiong helplessly. “But after coming here, you are still trying to act fierce. Aren’t you taking me a little too lightly?”
Viscount Samat totally ignored him. Straightaway, he punched and kicked, and employed all the skills he knew.
Sui Xiong sighed. He raised his hands and clapped once, then Viscount Samat became a thick piece of meat pie. It took a while before he regained his original appearance.
There was no death in a God’s Kingdom, let alone being beaten up to look like a meat pie. Even if one were to be burnt to ashes, he would still be restored fast enough.
If not, during the various drills where the Oracles trained with all kinds of guns and explosives that rumbled so loudly to the extent of being earth-shattering, many would have died from all this long ago.
After Viscount Samat was restored, he temporarily lost his will to fight. He was no fool; not only was he unable to win, even dying was impossible. Under such a situation, if he were to still insist on fighting, would he be any different from a monkey performing tricks in a circus?
At this moment, Sui Xiong suddenly exclaimed in surprise, “Ah, yes!” He realized that he had forgotten something major.
“Let me borrow your memory,” he said.
Then without waiting for Viscount Samat to gain an understanding of what he meant, Sui Xiong raised his hand to grab the top of Viscount Samat’s head like he wanted to grab hold of something that was inside his brain. Then he rubbed and pinched, and eventually, a book was formed.
This was a book with Viscount Samat’s face as its cover.
Sui Xiong waved his hand, and then this book vanished without a trace and appeared before Ray Shack, who had transformed into Viscount Samat. Ray Shack picked up the book. In his mind, Sui Xiong’s voice could be heard, explaining to him how he could make use of this book.
Basically, this book was a search tool. So long as he silently chanted the key word in his heard and then flipped open this book, he could find all the relevant information from Viscount Samat’s memories. The usefulness of this book was comparable to that of Baidu and Google, and there was no fake information, nor were there any advertisements. It could even be called the consciousness of the search community!
As for what purpose Ray Shack would be using it for, Sui Xiong was not the least bit worried.
This young man was quite a nice guy, and at least he was much better than this rude and unreasonable fellow.
“What exactly do you want to do?” Viscount Samat asked helplessly.
“Nothing much, anyway, it has nothing to do with you,” Sui Xiong replied casually. Then he thought for a moment before he snapped his fingers again. This time, he sent Viscount Samat to a small isolated island by the border of his God’s Kingdom.
This small island had trees, plants, and animals. There was freshwater too, which was presumably, enough for him to survive.
Before traversing worlds, Sui Xiong recalled watching a network video about how a bald foreigner brought nothing with him and yet survived on a deserted island for 60 days. At least, Toon Samat’s combat ability was better than that baldie, and even his bare hands were comparable to various powerful tools. He would be able to continue surviving just like that.
Yes, standing aloof from worldly success while leading a tranquil life till the end of time. He will become a most respected hermit.
Thinking up until this point, Sui Xiong could not help laughing. After a good laugh, he took a great stride and once again, arrived at Keane Hill. This time, he was here to meet Gerald and the rest.
Soundlessly, he arrived at the Baron’s house where he met with Gerald, who happened to be in a discussion with Anna Keane and company over their next course of action.
Gerald, Sui Xiong, in the form of an invisible jellyfish, sent a message via the mind communication method. Don’t worry. The problem has been resolved.
At first, Gerald froze; then he stood up happily and hurriedly bowed to salute Sui Xiong.
“Your Majesty, what brings you here?” Gerald asked. He was surprised and happy. On one hand, he was glad that Sui Xiong had come because he could be his mainstay and backbone. On the other hand, he was surprised because why would such a minor issue bother Sui Xiong into personally making a trip over it?
Furthermore, he was also a little nervous and worried. He was the Head of the Regiment of Knights, a stately Legendary Master, and a Dragon Knight; yet in the end, he could not even settle such a small problem. Instead, he had to trouble His Majesty to personally take matters into his hands. This was a serious dereliction of duty!
“Nothing much. I was just passing by, that’s all,” Sui Xiong said with a laugh. “Just passing by.”
“A few days ago, Crick told me that his sister and brother-in-law met with some trouble. I thought to myself and felt that that could not do; I had to take care of this matter. So I left for the Manor of Samat. To tell you the truth, there was something very wrong with the way the mind of that Viscount Samat works, and even his attitude was also very problematic. I tried negotiating with him in an amicable and friendly manner, but the result was not ideal, so in the end, I had to think of another way to solve the problem.”
Gerald was silent for a while, then asked, “Can you tell me, exactly how was the problem resolved?”
“I gave them a new lord,” Sui Xiong said. “Someone quite reliable, at least who is sharp and quick-witted enough to know what should be done and what should not be done.”
“Not just anyone can become a lord. This person must be sealed with the title of a lord by relevant parties of the Duchy…”
“Rest assured that nothing will go wrong,” Sui Xiong laughed and said. “I’m not a child who is oblivious to the way of the world. How can I not be aware of such a simple principle? Don’t worry, set your heart at rest. Nothing will go wrong.”
“So… where is the original Viscount?” Gerald asked out of curiosity.
“Sent to my God’s Kingdom. I felt that he lacked proper education. So in my spare time, I will have a good talk with him… or I can get Greg, the headless knight, to have a good talk with him. Greg enjoys chatting with people, so he will be able to educate him well.”
Gerald fell silent because he knew exactly what kind of person Greg, the headless knight, was. Would Greg be able to educate someone well? He found it unbelievable! It was more believable to say that that guy could annoy the person to death, but to educate? That guy was, after all, a dead soul, and one with a demented mind. Who has ever heard of such a dead soul being able to educate anyone?
It was possible, though, to say that Greg would drive the Viscount Samat crazy!
“So Your Majesty, if this problem has been resolved, I should take my leave, right?” Gerald asked after thinking for a while. “Anyway, there is nothing much for me to do if I were to stay here.”
“That’s up to you… Right, don’t tell them that I did this. Also, don’t tell them I came by,” Sui Xiong said. The turned and left, leaving the problem to Gerald.
Gerald sighed helplessly and thought for a moment. Then to the lord and his wife, who were looking at him with surprised expressions, he said, “The problem is solved. It was fixed by a respectable great master.”
Anna Keane froze for a moment, and then her eyes lit up as she asked, “Does this have anything to do with my brother?”
Gerald could not help giving a wry laugh as he replied, “Yes, it does, but I am saying no more. In short, you all should stop your wild speculations, let alone making them known.”
Anna Keane and her husband, Stephen Cart, looked at one another in the eyes, then laughed.
“No problem!”
“Don’t worry!”
“If there is a change, say hello to my brother on my behalf.”
“In a few years’ time, we will go find him in his God’s Kingdom.”
“Hey, this might sound a little inauspicious.”
“We are not young anymore, us heading to the God’s Kingdom after a few years, what’s wrong with that?”
“Seems like, there’s nothing wrong with that…”
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It would be quite funny to make a recount of what happened when Sui Xiong brought Ray Shack to the Manor of Samat. Entering the Viscount residence through the northern wing, they happened to run into the Viscount and a youthful maiden engaged in the important job of reproducing life. At that time, the two of them were on the throne of the hall, engulfed in the heat of their passion. Viscount Samat was truly a great man who had made some meritorious contributions in war. He had such a fit physique and had changed between five or six different stances within a single breath without the slightest intention of taking a break. Sui Xiong was relieved that fortunately, he had not brought Steele along. If not, things would have been somewhat terrible.
Sui Xiong was a just and kind man. Of course, he would not bother others when they were busy with such a thing. Ray Shack was already in a daze, simply at a loss over what he should do. Therefore, both of them stood by the door for around an hour and watched in silence. They saw how the Lord Viscount, with his colorful hair toppling upside down, showed off all his brilliant moves to tire out the young maiden into a slumber. She was definitely more than 90% smitten over him. Then they walked over to the throne.
“Hello,” Sui Xiong said. “Sorry to impose. I have something to discuss with you.”
Viscount Samat obviously had yet to satisfy himself to his heart’s content, but his female companion had already fallen asleep. There was no way he could continue with what he had been busy with. At that moment, his face was filled with an expression that said, “I’m in a very bad mood, so don’t talk to me.” Seeing Sui Xiong appear brought him to draw a sword from the side of his throne right away, and then he hacked his sword head-on at Sui Xiong.
Well, maybe he was just feeling shy; after all, he was now butt naked.
While on the subject, though the Viscount had good physical strength, the size of his manhood was in fact, quite ordinary and maybe Steele would look down on him because of this—this was also something highly possible. After all, Steele had seen a wider horizon now. With a much higher expectation, she was certainly not sexually attracted to an average human at all.
Viscount Samat’s blade was of good quality. It was made of cold iron, plated with silver and protected by advanced magic. On top of that, it had the effect of “sharpness” and “tearing.” It could honestly cut gold and break jade, and it could really chop iron up into a mass of mud. A brush against it could cause injury and a strike by it bring death.
But there was nothing useful about it at all.
This strike of his blade was fast and accurate, and true enough, it felt like the speed of lightning. It was so fast that one could never dodge quickly enough. It was completely impossible to tell that he had just undergone a “ferocious battle” where he had exerted a great deal of physical strength. If this strike was received by Ray Shack, even if he was in perfect condition, it would still be impossible for him to put up any resistance, or there might not even be time for him to react at all. He could only watch wide-eyed as the blade fell upon him and cut him into two halves.
But there was nothing useful about the strike at all because the one receiving this blow was Sui Xiong.
As the blade fell and hacked down on Sui Xiong’s neck, it made a dull sound as if a blunt knife cut into a wooden block.
“Don’t get so fiery-tempered,” Sui Xiong said with a sigh. With a slight tilt of his head, he clasped the knife and said, “Let’s have a nice discussion, shall we?”
Of course not.
Viscount Samat released his hold of the blade and took out a magic scroll from his storage ring. He had yet to unroll his scroll when it, together with the ring, went right to Sui Xiong’s hands.
“I am really here, strictly and seriously, to have a discussion with you,” Sui Xiong said.
Viscount Samat sighed helplessly and decided to use a stalling tactic to drag time. Then he could wait for an opportunity to strike again.
Therefore, he asked, “What do you want to discuss?”
“No, now, I no longer want to discuss with you.”
Sui Xiong raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Then with a startled look, the Viscount Samat disappeared without a trace.
“Why does this guy think I’m honest and easy to bully?” said Sui Xiong as he removed the blade that was bent after being clasped by him. With a casual stroke, he recovered its original appearance and then tossed it to the ground. Then he said to Ray Shack, “I was talking to him nicely, and he wanted to chop me up; I put up with him once, and again, he wanted to use a spell against me. I tolerated it again, but he still tried to get smart and play tricks on me… He really thinks I’m easily manipulated, or a pushover, is that it?”
Ray Shack’s face was filled with confusion. At that moment, he really did not know what expression to show when he needed to speak. He also did not know what he should say.
“Forget it, let’s not be bothered about this passer-by. We will get down to real business,” Sui Xiong said. “I will cast a perpetual spell on you so that when someone else looks at you, they’ll think you’re this guy here. Even if you say something wrong, they will subconsciously help you find a reasonable explanation—so long as you don’t go overboard, that is.”
With that, he raised his hand. There was purple light flashing from his hand, and then he slapped Ray Shack’s body.
“Alright, this will do.”
“That’s it?” asked Ray Shack. He had just recovered his conscious mind from a good shock, and in a somewhat dazed manner, he asked, “So… what am I supposed to do?”
“Why are you asking me what you are supposed to do?” Sui Xiong asked him back with puzzlement. “So long as you lead an honest life without creating trouble, this lifetime of yours will more or less be just like that—really, it doesn’t matter much to me.”
Ray Shack froze for a moment, then could not help asking, “But… why did you want me to be this viscount?”
“A nation cannot go without a ruler for a day,” Sui Xiong said matter-of-factly. “This guy has been giving my junior much trouble. I have been wanting to solve this problem in a more low-key manner, but I just changed my mind—rather than finding a way to convince him, I’d rather change the lord of this place. You have quite a good heart, and you are quite positive and motivated, I think you are suitable for the role of a lord. Especially since you are already ‘dead,’ the issue with identity is easily settled. So I’ve decided that you are good for the role of a lord.”
Ray Shack was silent. He felt that his brain, which was originally quite quick-witted, might have been damaged when he had been tortured earlier on. Otherwise, how was it possible that he could not keep up with the pace of this master’s thoughts at all?
So he could only stay silent because if he spoke up, he felt that he would not be able to hold back the many questions that were bombarding his mind.
At first glance, anyone could tell that this master was someone who hated it when people around him spoke nonsense. He did not want to anger him with something he said.
However, when he saw that Sui Xiong was about to turn around to leave, he could not help asking, “That… Where is Viscount Samat?”
“Aren’t you him?”
“I meant, the previous one.”
“I threw him someplace where no one will ever find him,” Sui Xiong said. “Don’t worry, no one’s ever going to see him again. I promise!”
With that, his figure disappeared without a trace, and only Ray Shack was left behind—oh, now he should be called Toon Samat. He stood rooted to the ground.
After a while, the newly-assigned Viscount sighed and went to sit on the throne.
The orders of a master should never be refused. He must think about it very carefully, how he should do a good and steady job as a Viscount and also how to make it last.
But… he kept feeling that it was going to be very difficult! For instance, right before him, he had a very challenging problem to solve.
He looked at the naked young maiden lying on the ground next to him, with a woebegone expression. No matter how formidable that master was, was it possible to trick someone into sleeping with this Viscount Samat?
Not that possible, right… Maybe… but it was not impossible either, right?
So what should he do?
While he was in great distress over what to do, Sui Xiong had already returned to his God’s Kingdom and was looking at the naked Viscount Samat sitting on the ground. His face was filled with nervousness and rage.
“Hello,” he said. “In the future, this is where you will live. Food and lodging provided.”
Viscount Samat flew into a rage and jumped to his feet. He landed a punch right on Sui Xiong’s face.
He knew he was definitely not a match for this strange, black-haired person. But just like how it was said, regardless of whether he chose to advance or retreat, he would still be struck to death. As a man who had spent his life on the battlefield and who experienced countless bloody storms and obtained countless victories, he was not afraid of death!
This punch landed right in the middle of Sui Xiong’s nose, but it was as though he had hit a piece of wood that carried some fluidity among its solidness. Other than his fingers aching from the vibrating impact, there was no other effect.
“You, this guy… I know you were trying to trick me just now,” said Sui Xiong helplessly. “But after coming here, you are still trying to act fierce. Aren’t you taking me a little too lightly?”
Viscount Samat totally ignored him. Straightaway, he punched and kicked, and employed all the skills he knew.
Sui Xiong sighed. He raised his hands and clapped once, then Viscount Samat became a thick piece of meat pie. It took a while before he regained his original appearance.
There was no death in a God’s Kingdom, let alone being beaten up to look like a meat pie. Even if one were to be burnt to ashes, he would still be restored fast enough.
If not, during the various drills where the Oracles trained with all kinds of guns and explosives that rumbled so loudly to the extent of being earth-shattering, many would have died from all this long ago.
After Viscount Samat was restored, he temporarily lost his will to fight. He was no fool; not only was he unable to win, even dying was impossible. Under such a situation, if he were to still insist on fighting, would he be any different from a monkey performing tricks in a circus?
At this moment, Sui Xiong suddenly exclaimed in surprise, “Ah, yes!” He realized that he had forgotten something major.
“Let me borrow your memory,” he said.
Then without waiting for Viscount Samat to gain an understanding of what he meant, Sui Xiong raised his hand to grab the top of Viscount Samat’s head like he wanted to grab hold of something that was inside his brain. Then he rubbed and pinched, and eventually, a book was formed.
This was a book with Viscount Samat’s face as its cover.
Sui Xiong waved his hand, and then this book vanished without a trace and appeared before Ray Shack, who had transformed into Viscount Samat. Ray Shack picked up the book. In his mind, Sui Xiong’s voice could be heard, explaining to him how he could make use of this book.
Basically, this book was a search tool. So long as he silently chanted the key word in his heard and then flipped open this book, he could find all the relevant information from Viscount Samat’s memories. The usefulness of this book was comparable to that of Baidu and Google, and there was no fake information, nor were there any advertisements. It could even be called the consciousness of the search community!
As for what purpose Ray Shack would be using it for, Sui Xiong was not the least bit worried.
This young man was quite a nice guy, and at least he was much better than this rude and unreasonable fellow.
“What exactly do you want to do?” Viscount Samat asked helplessly.
“Nothing much, anyway, it has nothing to do with you,” Sui Xiong replied casually. Then he thought for a moment before he snapped his fingers again. This time, he sent Viscount Samat to a small isolated island by the border of his God’s Kingdom.
This small island had trees, plants, and animals. There was freshwater too, which was presumably, enough for him to survive.
Before traversing worlds, Sui Xiong recalled watching a network video about how a bald foreigner brought nothing with him and yet survived on a deserted island for 60 days. At least, Toon Samat’s combat ability was better than that baldie, and even his bare hands were comparable to various powerful tools. He would be able to continue surviving just like that.
Yes, standing aloof from worldly success while leading a tranquil life till the end of time. He will become a most respected hermit.
Thinking up until this point, Sui Xiong could not help laughing. After a good laugh, he took a great stride and once again, arrived at Keane Hill. This time, he was here to meet Gerald and the rest.
Soundlessly, he arrived at the Baron’s house where he met with Gerald, who happened to be in a discussion with Anna Keane and company over their next course of action.
Gerald, Sui Xiong, in the form of an invisible jellyfish, sent a message via the mind communication method. Don’t worry. The problem has been resolved.
At first, Gerald froze; then he stood up happily and hurriedly bowed to salute Sui Xiong.
“Your Majesty, what brings you here?” Gerald asked. He was surprised and happy. On one hand, he was glad that Sui Xiong had come because he could be his mainstay and backbone. On the other hand, he was surprised because why would such a minor issue bother Sui Xiong into personally making a trip over it?
Furthermore, he was also a little nervous and worried. He was the Head of the Regiment of Knights, a stately Legendary Master, and a Dragon Knight; yet in the end, he could not even settle such a small problem. Instead, he had to trouble His Majesty to personally take matters into his hands. This was a serious dereliction of duty!
“Nothing much. I was just passing by, that’s all,” Sui Xiong said with a laugh. “Just passing by.”
“A few days ago, Crick told me that his sister and brother-in-law met with some trouble. I thought to myself and felt that that could not do; I had to take care of this matter. So I left for the Manor of Samat. To tell you the truth, there was something very wrong with the way the mind of that Viscount Samat works, and even his attitude was also very problematic. I tried negotiating with him in an amicable and friendly manner, but the result was not ideal, so in the end, I had to think of another way to solve the problem.”
Gerald was silent for a while, then asked, “Can you tell me, exactly how was the problem resolved?”
“I gave them a new lord,” Sui Xiong said. “Someone quite reliable, at least who is sharp and quick-witted enough to know what should be done and what should not be done.”
“Not just anyone can become a lord. This person must be sealed with the title of a lord by relevant parties of the Duchy…”
“Rest assured that nothing will go wrong,” Sui Xiong laughed and said. “I’m not a child who is oblivious to the way of the world. How can I not be aware of such a simple principle? Don’t worry, set your heart at rest. Nothing will go wrong.”
“So… where is the original Viscount?” Gerald asked out of curiosity.
“Sent to my God’s Kingdom. I felt that he lacked proper education. So in my spare time, I will have a good talk with him… or I can get Greg, the headless knight, to have a good talk with him. Greg enjoys chatting with people, so he will be able to educate him well.”
Gerald fell silent because he knew exactly what kind of person Greg, the headless knight, was. Would Greg be able to educate someone well? He found it unbelievable! It was more believable to say that that guy could annoy the person to death, but to educate? That guy was, after all, a dead soul, and one with a demented mind. Who has ever heard of such a dead soul being able to educate anyone?
It was possible, though, to say that Greg would drive the Viscount Samat crazy!
“So Your Majesty, if this problem has been resolved, I should take my leave, right?” Gerald asked after thinking for a while. “Anyway, there is nothing much for me to do if I were to stay here.”
“That’s up to you… Right, don’t tell them that I did this. Also, don’t tell them I came by,” Sui Xiong said. The turned and left, leaving the problem to Gerald.
Gerald sighed helplessly and thought for a moment. Then to the lord and his wife, who were looking at him with surprised expressions, he said, “The problem is solved. It was fixed by a respectable great master.”
Anna Keane froze for a moment, and then her eyes lit up as she asked, “Does this have anything to do with my brother?”
Gerald could not help giving a wry laugh as he replied, “Yes, it does, but I am saying no more. In short, you all should stop your wild speculations, let alone making them known.”
Anna Keane and her husband, Stephen Cart, looked at one another in the eyes, then laughed.
“No problem!”
“Don’t worry!”
“If there is a change, say hello to my brother on my behalf.”
“In a few years’ time, we will go find him in his God’s Kingdom.”
“Hey, this might sound a little inauspicious.”
“We are not young anymore, us heading to the God’s Kingdom after a few years, what’s wrong with that?”
“Seems like, there’s nothing wrong with that…”
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