Feng Tie quietly slipped back to the lively banquet.

"It's him, he's the one who sold me Pokémon!" The noble lady Jia Xueliang's eyes first discovered Feng Tie, who was tiptoing, and pointed one finger at him.

Huh, Feng Tie was surrounded by dozens of women.

"Sell me one!"

"I want one too!"

"And I, and I, I want to buy my cousin as a birthday gift!"

The atmosphere began to lose control. The women took out big bags of gold coins and threw them at Feng Tie's feet, rushing up to buy Feng Tie's "Pokemon". Feng Tie was in tears. He was put to the ground by dozens of women, and dozens of pairs of delicate jade hands groped on him. Feng Tie felt that he had become a good wife who was ravaged by dozens of perverts at the same time.

"Oh, don't pull it out!" Feng Tie suddenly howled heart-wrenchingly: "This is real, this one is grown by myself!"

Feng Tie finally found a gap and crawled out of the crazy encirclement of women, and stumbled to the blacksmith for help. The blacksmith was very angry when she saw Feng Tie's hair and disheveled appearance. She lifted her fist as big as a vinegar bowl and prepared to teach Feng Tie a lesson.

At this time, the Duke of Dark Night stood in the center of the banquet and raised his wine glass and suggested: "Today is a special day. First, let us all present drink this glass together!"

The Duke of Dark Night raised his head and drank the wine in his glass in one go, and the guests also echoed the drinks.

The hall began to quiet. The Duke of Dark Night put down his wine glass and walked onto the stage and said solemnly: "Our Fire Horse Kingdom has existed for hundreds of years, but the noble titles have always been hereditary system. No matter how much contribution the kingdom has made, the civilians cannot surpass the level of the title."

The guests in the audience began to whisper: What are you talking about for this? It seems that there is a good show to watch, so wait for the show.

"We are the most powerful kingdom on the Green Sea Continent. I think the pariahs in other kingdoms should come to worship us and crawl at our feet and let us be driven and enslaved."

The Earl of Dark Night changed his tone, and the guests cheered loudly. Long live the king, Long live the mountain of Dark Night Duke was one after another, and people seemed to see that the huge profits after winning the war turned into mountains of gold coins and endless slaves were already in front of them.

The Duke of Dark Night pressed under his hands to comfort the ready-going people: "But our king is kind, and he does not want to see innocent civilians bleed and die, so we always endure the irrationality and arrogance of the savages towards us."

"But." The Duke of Dark Night emphasized his tone: "Just yesterday, the left picture of the best blacksmith in the Kingdom of Fire Horses - Odyssey. His son Feng Tie was favored by the flame unicorn in Tongtian Hell. Our God used his sharp corners to turn into a righteous scimitar to hand it over to the blacksmith's son. God said to him: Go, child, and use my strength to conquer this rich continent. I want my statue to stand in every corner of the green sea."

Although we knew that this was just an excuse for the kingdom to launch a war, the huge incident of the Tongtian Hell Burning Furnace yesterday was a fact that everyone present knew, so everyone was very excited about this sacred reason for war.

"Come up Feng Tie, the spokesperson of our great god!"

Feng Tie trotted to the stage when he heard this, and secretly despised him: "Your sister, Duke of the Night can really tell lies with his eyes. Kim Sanpang wanted to attack the country of Seoul's club and shouted a few slogans to unify the entire nation. You can directly create a false horse to tell what the situation is."

Even though he was unhappy, Feng Tie still stood straight on the stage, raising his chest, abdomen, and raised his hips, raising his head, making a look of all living beings.

"Raise the scimitar in your hand high, let us cheer for the artifact given to us by the Flame Unicorn!" The Duke of Dark Night shouted loudly, looking at Feng Tie with encouragement.

With a "swish", Feng Tie pulled out the so-called God-given scimitar from his back and raised it high above his head with one hand. Just as he was about to lead everyone to shout a few exciting slogans, Feng Tie was surprised to find that everyone in the audience opened their mouths in an O-shaped shape and looked at their lower three ways. Feng Tie also felt a chill below his waist. He looked down and found that the knife was too sharp and accidentally cut off his belt.

If the eyes could kill people, Feng Tie had been torn into pieces in the sharp eyes of the Duke of Dark Night. The blacksmith, who was originally smiling with relief, squatted on the ground in pain when he saw this and covered his face tightly with his hands.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, everyone, I'm a little bit smaller, making everyone laugh." Feng Tieyu was incoherent and tried to bend down and raise his pants to cover his furry thighs and his second brother who was protruding his head.

"Thorn!" Because the movement was too vigorous, Feng Tie's white tights tore a long hole in the chest and back of each.

The face of the Dark Night was extremely hard to see. The right hand behind her back frequently waved her right hand to signal Feng Tie to hide in the side hall as soon as possible.

Fearingly, Feng Tie protected his chest with his right hand, covered his second brother with his left hand, dragged his pants on his ankle and walked towards the side hall in a small step, and took a lustful look. The naked back that was so slutty that it made people endlessly imagined was deeply engraved on the hearts of every guest below the audience.

"Oh, his butt is so white and strong!" Lady A began to burst into tears, put her mouth on Lady B's ear and whispered.

"Yes, but his stuff is so small, much smaller than the one he sold to us!" Lady B was obviously a little unsatisfied.

Lady C did not speak. She always blushed and closed her eyes to touch the Pokémon treasure treasured in her sleeve, with an intoxicated look on her face.

A nobleman who was very familiar with the blacksmith in the audience patted the blacksmith's shoulder sympathetically to express his comfort: "Dear left picture, is this kid really your own son?"

"It seems." The blacksmith, who had been dignified and serious for most of his life, said in pain: "Does his face look like when I was young?"

The nobleman looked at the blacksmith's face for a while and nodded heavily.

"Then I'll be relieved." The blacksmith breathed a sigh of relief.

...

The banquet ended in an awkward atmosphere.

At the end of the banquet, the Duke of Dark Night announced unwillingly that given the special identity of Feng Tie God's spokesperson, the senior officials of the Kingdom decided to make an exception and promote Feng Tie to Baron.

Everyone was making a noise, and only the blacksmith at Zuotu was stunned by happiness.

The hierarchy of the Fire Horse Kingdom is very strict: slaves can never be free from their ancestry and become slaves for generations; nobles can be killed if they make big mistakes, but their titles are inherited by their descendants. If the Yi tribe is revoked; civilians can always be civilians.

You can be rich enough to rival a country, you can be a general who leads tens of millions of troops, or you can be a elder who is powerful in the court and the country, but you will never become a noble for no reason. This is the iron law of the class that has been established for hundreds of years and has never been broken.

Although Zuotu is highly valued and loved by the top leaders of the kingdom, the status of a civilian is always inferior. Zuotu was once blackmailed by a declining nobleman who was too poor to eat, the laws and law enforcement officers of the kingdom still favor the poor nobles. Even the Duke of Dark Night only advised Zuotu to lose money and avoid disasters and calm down.

This has always been a long-term heart disease for Zuotu. Although it is just a small baron, it is enough to make Zuotu feel happy and wish you could roar on the spot to release the depression that you have suppressed in your heart for many years. This means that the Odyssey family can truly be a human being in the Kingdom with their heads held high and their chests held high.

"If there is a son like this, what else can you ask for?" Zuo Tu sighed.

Feng Tie, who had just run into the side hall naked, did not realize his father's mixed emotions. At this moment, he was kneeling on the ground and crying sadly, waving goodbye to his three best friends: "My chastity; fuck, my integrity, my sentiment, you, go all the way."

...

In the inner hall of Duke of Dark Night, only Duke of Dark Night and Feng Tie sat opposite each other with big eyes staring at each other.

You can see that the Duke of Dark Night is extremely cunning.

At this moment, he seemed to have completely forgotten the unpleasantness just now, as if nothing had happened at the banquet.

"Peng Tie." The Duke of Dark Night, with a kind look, slowly spoke, "I believe your father has revealed some of the things to you. I think you may not need me to teach you how to do it."

The Duke of Dark Night's eyes became sharp, and he stared at Feng Tie tightly like an eagle about to dive to the ground to prey on a rabbit.

Feng Tie shrank into the chair in fear, as if she was about to melt into the back of the chair: "Yes, Duke, I know exactly how to do it." Feng Tie talked weakly about the conditions, "Although the scimitar in my hand seems extremely sharp at the moment, I have no idea whether it can kill her. My father told me that the witch is simply a martial arts master and magic power that will be boundless for thousands of years..."

"Shut up!" The Duke of Dark Night finally couldn't help but scold him. For some reason, the Duke of Dark Night, who has always been good at qi cultivation, would start to get angry if he had just said a few words to Feng Tie.

"This blacksmith's son is really unreliable. I want to control my anger, otherwise he would have been angry to death by him before he ascended the throne."

The Duke of Dark Night forced himself to change to the softest and harmless tone to discuss Feng Tie: "Don't think so much, you have to believe in yourself and the invincible scimitar in your hands. I know the end of the matter, you will definitely kill her."

"Why are you so sure? Why do you believe so much in me, a famous prodigal son in the imperial capital?" Feng Tie was very puzzled.

The Duke of Dark Night stood up and looked around, gently pushed aside the crystal curtain on the wall that blocked each bright colorful relief, and finally pointed to the one in the middle and said, "Look at this one."

The Duke of Dark Night had a hint of excitement in his tone: "The content of this relief is a scene of a thin boy holding a sharp blade slashing at the devil's neck. Although the sharp blade on the relief was blocked by white light and couldn't see the shape clearly, I infer that this is what is about to happen tonight. You should be the boy on the relief, and that sharp blade should be the scimitar in your hand. I will not read it wrong, you will follow the wishes of the prophet, and you will definitely be able to kill her!"

"Don't think that these reliefs were carved by me!" The Duke of Dark Night turned around and looked at Feng Tie calmly. "This palace has existed since the establishment of the Kingdom of Fire Horse on the Green Sea Continent, and these reliefs have been here for hundreds of years. This is a series of prophecies after another, and the ones in front have been fulfilled, and I still can't understand the latter, but I deeply understand the accuracy of its prophecy. So you should have confidence."

Feng Tie used the action of kneeling on the ground to hide his shock.

Although the depiction is a bit blurry, Feng Tie clearly saw the content of the largest relief, which was not completely blocked: on a high platform burning with light blue flames, several long-haired men holding strange musical instruments were roaring to the sky, and green thorny rattans were constantly dancing in the blazing fire.

There was only a woman under the platform who couldn't see her face clearly. She stared at the performance on the platform with deep eyes. Her eyes formed a strange vortex shape, which seemed to swallow everything in the world...

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