Blood Elf Monarch Chapter 97
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At times like this where Tristan was surrounded by dozens of Kingsblade, he basically already fell under the king's mercy. After all, his life could be taken out any time with a single gesture from the latter.
Tristan did not think the king would consider his opinion at all, because they both knew who held the power at the moment. Therefore, he had to somehow increase his leverage in order to make his voice matter.
Hence, the unimaginable idea he thought of.
If Tristan could manage to take the king as hostage, his chances of being considered would be higher than now. Besides, in the probability that the king would not listen to his reason despite the risk, he could still hijack the flying ship and take off somewhere faraway together with Layla.
The idea seemed a bit too hard to pull off considering the old man Tobias could stop him as easily as a snap of his fingers, as he did earlier. Even so, it was still a feasible plan to enact.
With the king only a few steps away and his back faced against him, this could be the only chance for him. The chance to regain his right.
No time for him to be hesitant.
Tristan pushed all the battle power hidden within him as he did one explosive jump towards the magnificent figure.
Swisshhh
In less than a second, a fraction of it, Tristan was already one step away from the king. His two hands were stretching out, trying to tackle and bring down the latter. Hidden excitement surfaced on his face, as he slowly watched his hands make their way to the target.
Unfortunately, what Tristan discovered next was the king turning his body in a serene manner before sending a punch right in his face.
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Baaammmm!!!
The punch was so strong that it sent Tristan flying several steps away, sliding on the glazed floor for quite some time before stopping.
That one punch not only spilled a few drops of his blood but also took away his confidence. It was really stupid for him to not check the king's strength first, he assumed that the king, being surrounded by this many guards, couldn't be that strong. Alas, he was wrong - extremely so.
After receiving the king's punch, Tristan's body was immediately bound by Tobias' spell again. As a result, he was currently lying on the floor face up, unable to move.
The old man quickly bowed to the king again.
"I truly apologize, my king! I should not just bind his magic. Please forgive me!"
He then glanced at the bound Tristan. His gaze was extremely chilly, while the smile was nowhere to be seen.
"With the look of it, we really should have just cut off both his arms and legs instead."
Upon hearing that, Layla quickled shouted.
"Don't hurt my brother, you old geezer!"
The king raised his hand and said, "Let him go, Tobias."
The old man instantly changed his expression and nodded.
"As you wish, my king."
Actually, with his durable elf body, Tristan was not really hurt. Well, except his pride.
After he felt he could move his body again, he slowly stood up. In his mind, he somehow regretted the decision he took. It was bad, and he knew it.
The king looked at Layla first, before returning his gaze back to him.
"Was it because of my decision to separate you two? .. Interesting… an elf who cares about his human sister…"
Tristan stared at the king and said, "Just let her go and I will do what you want."
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King Callan noticed the determination in the former's eye. "Let her go…?" The king said as he approached Tristan closer.
He showed a nonchalant attitude despite the fact that Tristan just attacked him before.
Instead of continuing the conversation, King Callan was actually looking at Tristan's face, or to be exact, at where his punch landed earlier.
"I thought that I hit a little bit too hard just now, but it looks like you weren't hurt at all. How amazing.."
"This strength that you have, added with the vicious skill in the report that I read truly made you a really dangerous individual. If it wasn't for my aunt wanting to meet you, at least you would be locked forever in our dungeon and rot there."
King Callan then turned to Layla, and walked towards her. While doing so, he was staring at her thoughtfully.
Seeing that, Tristan shouted, "What the fuck do you want?!"
His shout made the king turn his head towards him, but only for a moment.
"Nothing really. I just find the relationship between you two amusing."
King Callan turned his body around and spoke to Raika, "Release the bracelets off him."
The unexpected request made everyone in the room, including Tobias, confused. However, the Kingsblade captain only dazed for a moment before taking the pitch black bracelets off Tristan's wrists.
Rubbing his wrists that felt a bit sore, Tristan looked at the king with a questioning gaze.
"I think we got off on the wrong foot earlier." continued King Callan when he saw Tristan was just standing there.
"Please believe me that I do not intend any harm toward your sister."
The king then pointed towards the old man, Tobias.
"My advisor here, Tobias, is our greatest wizard. Every magician in the kingdom would love to be under his care. Hence, please trust the words that it will be in her best interest that I assign your sister in his care"
Tristan, as cautious as he was, certainly was not convinced when he heard the king's words. It wasn't that easy for him to be persuaded, after all.
In his eyes, the king appeared to be not only strong and smart, but also very manipulative. Not easy to deal with at all.
As if he could read Tristan's thoughts, King Callan continued his words.
"Fortunately, now that I have your sister under my care. It will be easier for me to believe that you will not endanger my people. Do you understand what I mean, Tristan?'
Tristan was silent, understood what the latter meant and nodded his head.
"Trust me, I truly believe It's better for a young girl to stay here in the city in order to be safe. At least, until she's strong enough to take care of herself." King Callan added.
The king had made his decision, and everyone must follow it.
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