YM778.TV Chapter 142: Natural Born Politician
Carl was treated, his slight discomfort relieved, and he rinsed his blood-tasting mouth with warm water.
"You are truly amazing. Even the most skilled knights are not as tough as you, prince Carl." Without realizing it, Milione speaks quietly from behind Carl, who is receiving treatment.
"Thank you, even if it\'s just empty words." Carl said, wiping his face again after blowing out the blood that had clogged his nose.
"I\'m not just saying this as empty words. It\'s a shock that even the knights can\'t get up from."
Milione shakes his head and says.
Just falling off a horse was a huge shock, but then he got hit by Billford\'s lance charge, which was designed to knock his opponent off his horse.
Carl was unconscious the moment he was struck by the spear, but even though he was on a horse charging at full speed, he was hit by Bilford\'s spear and was launched to the other side, flying nearly 3 meters before crashing to the ground.
No kidding, everyone thought Carl was dead.
"I\'ve seen my knights fight countless times. They don\'t even pretend to be in pain."
"Are you referring to Lady Catherine?"
"Yes, she\'s a great knight."
Milione had a hard time deciding how to take what Carl had hinted at.
Carl says he personally witnessed Catherine being involved in a fierce battle that left her battered and battered.
However, in the official records, Catherine\'s combat records are limited to the subjugation of Nol and the simple subjugation of mercenaries.
Milione, who is friendly with Govan, knows well about the affairs in Dabron. So if there was a problem, it means it occurred during the play expedition at Hilpin…
\'Is Your Majesty involved?\' Milione noticed it vaguely.
There was something in Hillfin. But nobody knows that. No matter how good Carl is, he can\'t fool Azgoth.
That is, Azgoth minimized or concealed what Carl did. Carl had been acting like a little child all this time, secretly reaching out in all directions.
Carl, who had been silent for a while, now subtly informed Milione. Could it be a lie? Or is it true? If it\'s true, for what?... No, Milione already knows.
To avoid suspicion and caution.
"It looks like you had fun at Hillfin."
The experienced and skilled Milione reached there in one breath. Carl got something from Hillfin. And Azgoth is secretly helping Carl.
"It was my first battle, so I guess I should say I had fun."
Carl stood up abruptly, speaking angrily. But the wickedly smiling eyes tell us that the young prince sees through even Milione\'s insights.
Carl knows how to convey his intentions with secret glances and mysterious gestures. This is not something that can be simply learned.
Carl showed off his extraordinary abilities by sending countless signals to Milione, making him confused and unable to make a decision.
Without saying anything special, in secret ways that he can\'t even imagine unless he pay attention and focus.
\'He is a natural born politician who should rise to prominence, and an ambitious man with a fighting spirit like a flame that sets the dry autumn fields on fire!\'
After a moment of deep reflection in silence, Milione came to this judgment about Carl. Even though Carl didn\'t say or do anything threatening, Milione shuddered so much that the hairs on his body stood on end.
Even the old bastards who have been rolling around in the political arena are surprised by the depth of their plans, and they burn with ambition as if they could destroy the world, yet they fool everyone like innocent children.
A sickly 16-year-old child who, until recently, could not even walk and had never left his room.
That monster is now reaching out to Milione. Carl, who had to hide himself, revealed himself to Milione. Milione must either join Carl\'s hand or become his enemy.
In this place where countless people were bustling about, Carl blocked everything, every path.
There are only Carl and Milione here now, and Milione can\'t even give a third answer.
What are you going to do? Will you hold my hand? Or will you shake off my hand and meet your destruction as an enemy?
Carl, who asked like that, just quietly looked at Milione with his angelic appearance.
"I heard that Prince Carl\'s knight is getting quite a bit of publicity. Would you like to go and take a look?"
"Of course. Because she took my handkerchief."
At Milione\'s words, Carl giggles playfully and starts walking. Milione opened his mouth as he walked beside Carl.
"It looks like we\'ll meet Master Jaren in the finals."
Of course, that\'s how Milione drew up the bracket.
"What do you think? Do you think Catherine could win?"
Carl asks in a leisurely voice, his arm casually resting on the hilt of the sword.
There is a gap that can never be overcome.
A master is a being who has reached the inviolable realm.
Milione, who had been through many battles before Madius became emperor, believed it to be the truth. Milione slowly moved his lips, finally revealing his expression beneath his mustache.
"It may seem difficult now, but I am sure we will win someday."
Milione will take hold of the hand of this devil with the face of an angel.
\'I\'ll bet on Carl and see what happens.\'
Carl, who had obtained Davron under the protection of Emperor Azgoth underwater just two months after the incident, was too dangerous, but too sweet a fruit to refuse.
"Is that so? I\'m looking forward to it."
Carl spoke in a soft voice to Milione\'s faint smile.
Carl, still small and dwarf, and Milione, still strong despite his old age, walked side by side toward the place where the swordsmanship duel was to take place.
Really, Milione is looking forward to it.