Chapter 391 Loyalty! (4k)

‘What is a king? ? ? ’

Conan Heather felt extremely ridiculous at this moment.

Doesn’t it mean that if there is a god, there will be a king?

Why don’t they know what a king is?

And why do I feel like they don’t even know how to pronounce this word? It seemed like they were just repeating my pronunciation?

Isn’t there the word “王” directly?

Is there such a big difference between here and there?

This is definitely information that can be taken back as merit, but compared to that illusory reward.

Conan Heather is more worried now, since they don't know what a king is.

Then his words not only failed to embolden him, but may have further increased their suspicions.

what to do?

Should we take advantage of the situation and pretend to be crazy, or should we continue to hold up the banner and explain to them?

Either way is full of problems and variables.

A thin stream of cold sweat covered Conan Heather's forehead at this moment.

He knew he didn't have much time, so he had to make a decision quickly.

So he raised his head and said directly:

"I want to see your highest officer. I represent a big shot that you can never imagine!"

After saying these words, Conan Heather found that his heartbeat had almost reached its peak.

Because he couldn't provide any practical proof at all, he was completely unsure whether the other party believed it or what he would do.

It can be said that his life is completely in the hands of the other party.

What made him feel even more desperate was that the other party sat down directly, leaning against the raging flames, pointed at him and said with a smile:

"To be honest, I'm very interested in you, but it's just your mental activity just now. Then, you said that you represent a big shot that we can't imagine?"

"Yes, let me see your highest officer! I have the qualifications, and I can guarantee that as long as you truthfully report everything I said, you will definitely get a great reward!"

He realized that his situation was very bad, but he had no other choice. If he chose this path, he would have to go to the dark side.

But all of them laughed directly:

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Oh my God, he just said we were going to get an award because of him!"

"Yes, that's what he said!"

Amidst their ridicule, the man sitting in front of him suppressed his smile with difficulty, then waved his hand and said to him:

"If you are so confident, why are you sweating so much?"

Conan Heatherton is reeling.

This was completely different from what he had imagined.

Seeing that he couldn't even speak directly, the man stood up and waved his hands and said:

"Okay, since this guy is still telling nonsense here, let's send him to jail. Those who will not die but may lose their hands and feet will be given to him first. By then, I think he will tell the truth. Vomited it all out."

Conan Heather instantly felt like his scalp was going to explode.

He has endured until now, why has he become like this?

What to do, what to do?

How can I get out of this situation?

If I tell you everything I know about this situation now, I'm afraid it will only make them think that I am telling nonsense.

But I have no other cards!

The feeling of powerlessness almost engulfed him, so much so that he didn't even notice the two knights behind him lifting him up and taking him away.

The only turning point he can think of now is that if he still insists on this statement after enduring rounds of torture, then maybe the other party will re-examine his remarks.

But the greater possibility is that they will think that he is a stubborn person who refuses to tell the truth. In that case, it will be a dead end.

At this moment, the closed door was opened from the outside.

The biting cold wind mixed with ice and snow instantly poured into the door, making everyone inside shiver.

Some people with their backs to the door turned around angrily and said:

"Who, don't you know how to use the small door? You open the door on such a cold day, do you know the rules?"

As he spoke, the person who spoke hurriedly stood up with a tense look on his face and said:

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't see you coming just now!"

The man who had been interrogating Conan Heather immediately stood up and beat his chest with one hand:

"Salute to your Excellency, your loyalty!"

The rest of the people also stood up and shouted along with the man:

"loyalty!"

Because of the need to salute, and also because the people who came were too exaggerated.

Therefore, the two heavy-armored knights holding Conan Heather released his chest-beating salute.

Therefore, Conan Heather, who had been held up by them, fell directly to the ground and looked at everyone in surprise.

Finally, he locked his eyes on the person who pushed the door open.

Coincidentally, the other party also looked at him, the only different person.

The person who opened the door was a man with a long and narrow scar on his face.

He was not wearing luxurious clothes, just a light wolf fur coat and a black leather armor that was also designed for convenience.

The most eye-catching thing is the three swords he carries on his back.

Who is this?

The thoughts came to Conan Heather's mind, and the other party looked at him and said:

"Is this the person who was sent to you today?"

The man maintained his saluting posture nervously and said:

"Yes, Your Excellency, this is the person who was just sent to us. However, Your Excellency, such a small matter should not require you to come in person, right?"

The man with three swords on his back looked around. Everyone he saw would immediately lower their heads, not daring to look at him.

Finally, he set his sights on the man:

"I'm going to take this guy away."

This sentence made the man a little dazed and said:

"Your Excellency? This, this is not in accordance with the procedure."

The other party had already walked up to him and said to him:

"You shout about loyalty every day just because you are the only country that lacks loyalty."

The man could only bite the bullet and said:

"Sir, that was hundreds of years ago!"

"But for me, that happened not long ago."

The man swallowed with increasing difficulty and said:

"We have heard about your bravery back then, Your Excellency. However, what happened back then has nothing to do with us today. We are as loyal as the other six kingdoms now, and I just hope you can follow the process."

"After all, we have to connect with you in the end."

The man carrying three swords snorted coldly, then threw him a badge and said:

"I have your king's permission."

The man who got the badge breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Then I will arrange for the guards to escort you right away?"

"What do I need a bunch of losers for? To hold me back? Or do you want to monitor what I want to do?"

The man was sweating profusely and hurriedly lowered his head and said:

"We definitely don't mean this, Your Majesty. I just want to do my best for the noble High Court."

The other party said coldly:

"Highgarden doesn't need the courtesy of you fools. Highgarden just needs you to stay in your own country."

"I understand, I understand, Your Excellency."

During their conversation, Conan Heather continued to digest the information in their conversation.

This is a kingdom, and there seem to be seven such kingdoms, and they are all subject to an existence called Highgarden.

And then, most importantly, they have a king?

There is the term king, but there is no concept of king?

If there was just no king, Conan Heather could still recognize that this side was simply different from that side.

But if there is a king but no concept of king, he always feels that something is not right.

According to the information he knew, in that world, the term and concept of king once existed, but that was in a very long time ago.

At that time, the king was just like his cognition in the People's League. He was the master of a country and was inferior in rank to the emperor as the monarch of the empire.

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It is a common name for small countries.

However, as the iron law of the divine king was finalized, the existence of the concept of king was canceled due to suspicion of treason.

From then on, the rulers of small countries would call themselves grand dukes and no longer dare to call themselves kings.

It is also because the king was once the name of the lord of a small country, so later people did not dare to call the kings by the king.

Then here is the concept of king.

So, does this have anything to do with the ancient times over there?

Before he could think about it further, he found that his collar had been lifted up and his whole body had become airborne.

When he looked up, the man with three swords on his back held him in his hands like a chicken and walked towards the open door.

On both sides of them, the people who had been laughing at him just now were standing tall and saluting without daring to show their anger.

The reaction of these people is indeed one of awe, so it is not that the relationship between this country and High Court is not on good terms, but that this person who has lived from then to now is dissatisfied with the descendants of these 'traitors'?

But people who can live hundreds of years.

Could it be a demigod?

After being carried out of the hall. Conan Heather, who didn't find a chance to talk to him, could only keep looking at the surrounding buildings.

As he knew, this was a city built in ice and snow.

The people's clothing is very retro, but the grandeur of the building is not at all like what the productivity shown by their clothes could have built.

In short, it is very consistent with his understanding of the extraordinary world - low-quality life and creations that do not match the performance of the times.

The man with the sword on his back had no intention of staying in the city. After leaving the city, he headed straight into the wilderness.

Feel the howling wind in your ears.

Conan Heather felt as if his face was being cut by a knife.

But he couldn't bear to close his eyes for a moment.

Because he saw more, completely beyond his imagination:

In front of him was an endless wilderness, and everywhere in the wilderness were giant spears that seemed to have fallen from the sky and inserted diagonally into the earth. It was a huge thing that could rival mountains. And judging from the ice and snow covering them, this is definitely something left over from quite a long time ago.

Besides those giant spears, he could also see many half-destroyed fortresses still floating in the sky.

According to his rough visual inspection, even if those fortresses were in a semi-destroyed state, they were still the size of a large city with a population of tens of millions.

And these are just the remnants of damage. As for how big they were before, he has no idea!

More exaggerated than these should be the giants nailed to the ground by the giant spears.

If the giant spears can only be as high as the mountains, then the giants are really the same as the mountains.

Because each of them is so big that Conan Heather didn't recognize it as a giant at first sight.

If it weren't for the fact that this place is all plains, I'm afraid that as long as there is a little more complex terrain, he would ignore the essence of these behemoths because of a blind spot.

But, what exactly is the situation that caused so many giants to die here?

In addition to these giants, Conan Heather also saw many corpses of giants. For example, the famous dragons, and more strange monsters.

Refer to the direction they are moving and the landing point of the giant spears

Conan Heather suddenly looked straight ahead.

In the middle of the two dragon corpses, he saw a towering wall that was truly towering into the sky.

No, is that a mountain?

Such a high mountain?

In front of him was a huge wall that had no end in sight, either on the left or the right or on the top.

But because of the curvature, Conan Heather judged that it seemed to be an absurdly large mountain.

Compared to this, the giants who were unusually tall before seemed like tiny things.

In great shock, Conan Heather couldn't help asking:

"Are they the ones who betrayed Highgarden hundreds of years ago? Are these the remains of the battlefield back then?"

Conan Heather had never thought he would get an answer.

Because the man with three swords on his back looked difficult to talk to.

But to his surprise, the other party actually answered him, and answered with a very straightforward smile:

"They? Don't be funny, they don't have the ability to make such a big scene. This is a relic from a long time ago, so long ago that I don't even know what happened specifically."

"The only thing I know about this is that it seems to be a decisive battle related to the fate of the world."

A decisive battle related to the fate of the world, and so long ago that even a high-sequence who should be a demigod doesn't know the specific situation?

"So, are we going to High Court?"

"High Court? No, we are not going to High Court. Since those idiots started the rebellion hundreds of years ago, no one is allowed to go to High Court anymore."

From his tone, Conan Heather judged that this should be the root of his dissatisfaction with those people.

"So where are we going?"

"Midgard."

The man holding him answered indifferently and named a place that Conan Heather had no idea what it was.

Because he realized that the other party should know his situation.

So Conan Heather asked tentatively:

"So do you know what a king is?"

"King? It sounds a bit like the pronunciation of king. What is that?"

The High Sequence didn't know either?

Conan Heather was a little confused, but he immediately adjusted his mentality and asked:

"You don't know the king's words, why did you name me to go? Don't tell me you just don't like those people? So you want to find something for them?"

The other party shook his head and smiled:

"Of course not, I came to you because the Grand Lord of the Courtyard named you."

At this point, the other party couldn't help but look at him curiously and said:

"The Grand Lord said you are related to the future of this world? But I don't see that you have such potential!"

In this regard, Conan Heather really hopes that he is referring to himself as the protagonist.

But he knows that this sentence should mean that the king behind him