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Chapter 1589 No one will come in

 "This is the Duke of Wellington."

Zhong Wen looked calm and asked casually, "Are you very powerful?"

"The Duke of Wellington is a veteran saint and strong man in the imperial capital, and his bloodline is second only to the royal family."

Illya came back to her senses and said worriedly, "My subordinates are so powerful that they are far beyond the reach of a small character like Baron Stephen."

"I can crush a mere saint to death with just one finger. I'm so scared!"

Zhong Wen rolled his eyelids, stretched out his hand and flicked Ilia's smooth forehead hard, "Look at your worthless look!"

"Ah woo~"

Illya covered her slightly red forehead and said angrily, "I'm warning you, if you dare to do anything again, I will, I will..."

It was also at this moment that she suddenly realized that the man in front of her at least had the strength of the Soul Realm. Although the Duke's Palace was powerful, it might not be enough in front of him.

"What do you think?" Zhong Wen chuckled.

"so I……"

Illya thought for a long time, but couldn't find anything that could threaten him, so she had to bite the bullet and said, "I will ignore you!"

There were faint tears in the big watery eyes of the blond girl. There was a hint of grievance and a hint of anger on her doll-like face, which was actually indescribably beautiful and moving. Zhong Wen was slightly absent-minded.

Is it that it has been too long since you have interacted with the Palace Master and Sisters in their room, and you feel a little bit panicked?

Realizing that he had undue thoughts about the underdeveloped blond girl in front of him, Zhong Wen quickly rubbed his eyes and secretly complained in his heart.

"You won't answer?"

At this time, Duke Wellington's voice sounded again, "Then I want to go in."

"Girl, watch carefully."

Hearing that the other party was about to force his way into the house, Zhong Wen stretched out his hands, squeezed his left fist with his right palm, and made a squeaking sound. A hint of a smile appeared on his face, "I, Chef Zhong, will make you a dish to go with wine today, called Shuizhuo."

Wellington."

"Is His Highness Ilya at home?"

But before he could take action, another voice floated from the air, "Brewer, please see me!"

"Count Brewer is here too." Illya's expression changed slightly and she blurted out.

Ever since the news about the crown prince was released, she had already been mentally prepared for what might happen next, but when someone actually came to kill her, the girl felt a little sad and a little nervous.

"Another saint?"

Zhong Wen was no longer happy to ask Ilia, but directly let go of his spiritual consciousness and sensed Count Brewer's cultivation. He couldn't help but sigh softly, "I have to say that the cultivation talents of this golden clan are really quite good.

Outstanding."

"Bruer, I am here to pay a visit to Her Royal Highness the Princess first."

Duke Wellington's voice sounded again, with a hint of displeasure in his tone, "Everything has to come first, right?"

"It turns out it's you!"

Brewer didn't seem to be interested in the powerful Duke of Wellington. Instead, he laughed and said, "Since you also want to see His Highness Illya, why don't we go in together? Why do we have to separate them?"

"I have some important matters to discuss with His Highness, and it is inconvenient for others to be present."

Wellington disapproved of his words and said, "Young people must know how to respect the elderly and love the young. How about you wait until I finish talking to His Highness before you go in?"

"I'm just afraid to wait until you finish talking."

Brewer sneered and said, "I have nothing to do."

"What do you mean?" Wellington asked, pretending not to understand.

"Old immortal, do you think I don't know what your plans are? I heard that there is only one Tianlun practitioner in the princess's mansion. Once you are allowed to sneak in, you can do whatever you want."

Brewer's smile became even more wild, "If you want to take His Highness Illya's life, you might as well get through me first!"

"Are you determined to compete with me for the throne?"

Wellington's voice was as cold as ice in an instant, "Do you really think that a mere Earl's Mansion can compete with me?"

"Besides using your title to oppress others, what else can you do?"

Facing his threat, Brewer did not give in, "As long as I kill His Highness Illya with my own hands, I can gain His Majesty's approval. Will I still be afraid of you as a Duke?"

"Young man is arrogant!"

Being provoked by an earl in person, the Duke of Wellington could no longer care about his grace and couldn't help but cursed, "Since you don't know how to praise me, then stay here with your life!"

"Old dog, I'm afraid of you!"

What answered him was Brewer's tit-for-tat roar.

The two powerful saints collided fiercely in the air, and strong winds suddenly blew up all around, causing sand and rocks to fly. The princess's palace was shaking as if it had been hit by an earthquake.

"Bastard, Tyndall, what do you mean?"

Just when Zhong Wen and Ilia thought that the two dignitaries of the imperial capital were about to fight, they heard the two of them yelling in unison.

"Jiejie, Jiejie, I have something to ask to see Her Royal Highness the Princess."

What followed was a sharp and strange laugh, "You guys who hit you, don't worry about me."

"fart!"

The two shouted angrily in unison, "If you want to escape, there is no way!"

"Which one is this?"

Zhong Wen sat for a long time without waiting for the enemy to come in. He couldn't help but feel bored. He couldn't help but stretched out his little finger to pick out his ears and asked boredly.

"It's Lord Tyndall."

Illya answered truthfully, "He is also a strong saint who is famous in the imperial capital."

"So lively?"

As soon as she finished speaking, another strange voice sounded in the sky, "I thought I left early enough, but I didn't expect that you three would beat me to it."

"Magellan?"

I heard Earl Tyndall smile strangely and say, "Seeing that you always look carefree and carefree on weekdays, I didn't expect that you are also coveting the throne behind your back? You really know people but don't know your heart!"

"There are some things you can't fight for, but there are some things you can't fight for."

The man known as "Magellan" smiled and replied, "You have to control your destiny in your own hands. Besides, if someone with a bad personality like you becomes the emperor, it will be a disaster for the entire empire.

An immeasurable disaster.”

"Do you think you have a noble character?"

Tyndall said sadly, "No matter how good your character is, it will be meaningless after death."

"Is it just you?" Magellan retorted.

As soon as these four words came out of his mouth, the atmosphere outside the princess's residence suddenly became a lot heavier, as if even the air was about to condense.

"It seems that it is no longer possible to stay ahead of others."

At this time, the Duke of Wellington's voice sounded again, "There will only be more and more competitors. It is not an option to remain in such a stalemate. I have a suggestion. Please give it a listen."

"oh?"

Magellan asked curiously, "Does the Duke have any clever ideas to resolve the current situation?"

"The strength of the princess's palace is too weak, and Her Highness's own cultivation is negligible. No matter who among us enters the palace, he can easily take off her head. Because of this, everyone here will not agree with others.

Take the first step."

The Duke of Wellington cleared his throat and eloquently expressed what he was thinking, "There is no way to keep wasting it like this. There will only be more and more dignitaries from the imperial capital coming to compete for the throne. Why don't we just wait outside the princess's mansion?"

The arena is a fair competition, with the winner determined in advance, and only the winner in the end is qualified to enter, what do you think?"

As soon as these words came out, the other three people immediately fell into silence.

I don’t know why, but until now, these people seem to think that there is only one Heavenly Wheel cultivator under Illya’s command.

What happened to Josephine not long ago did not seem to have reached the ears of the major families, as if the news had been deliberately concealed.

"What the Duke said is not unreasonable."

After a long time, Magellan took the lead and said, "If you want to become the emperor of the empire, you must rely on strength after all. Otherwise, even if you are lucky enough to kill His Highness Illya, you may not be able to sit on that chair. I agree."

"Although you are old and disrespectful, you have a good idea."

Seeing his approval, Brewer also echoed, "In that case, I will beat you down openly and honestly so that you will be convinced that you have lost!"

These powerful people exchanged words with each other, and actually got off the stage to fight. Even other strong men who came later were dragged into this competition.

It became extremely noisy and lively.

What the hell...

Zhong Wen's mouth opened wide, feeling that the situation was developing completely beyond his expectation. He was originally gearing up to show off in front of the blond girl, but after brewing his emotions for a long time, he didn't even have a chance to take action. He felt an unprecedented sense of absurdity.

It couldn't stop coming to my mind.

"Girl, it seems that no one will come in in a short time."

After being stunned for a long time, he finally shook his head helplessly, took out an exquisite wine bottle from the ring and handed it to Ilia, with an indescribably weird tone, "Come on, let's go together!"

Illya also looked confused. She reached out to take the bottle and took a sip in a daze. Her head felt dizzy. Everything happening outside was so bizarre and unreal.

If this continues, these nobles are afraid that they will die cleanly before I take action.

Zhong Wen took a sip of chicken and a sip of wine, and secretly complained in his heart.

etc!

Could it be that Emperor Jin Yao had anticipated this?

On the surface, he wanted to torture Illya to death, but his real purpose was...

As soon as he thought of this, Zhong Wen suddenly woke up, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He suddenly had a new understanding of the ruler of the Jinyao Empire.

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