Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 130 The Wolf vs the Tiger Cub

The sky is beginning to light up. On the clean blue sky, a rosy rosy color slowly spreads out. The blue dawn light quietly passes through the dangerous mountain passes in the distance, as if looking for something that was forgotten here yesterday. thing.

It walked through the bushes, even slipped under the fallen leaves, and walked everywhere, adorning the earth like a girl in front of a mirror, and letting it dress up for the coming of the sun.

Kearney, who was sitting in the carriage, leaned against the window, looking longingly at the passing scenery.

Unknowingly, the corner of her mouth once again evoked a sweet and touching smile.

Looking at the familiar road conditions around her, she stroked the fog-drenched hair on her forehead, recalling once again the wonderful time when Brian sent her back last night.

For some reason, she felt that Brian was a different person last night. He not only smiled, but also took her hand and sent her back personally.

His figure under the moonlight is as heroic as the prince in the song.

No, Kearney denied again.

Because he is more handsome than the prince in the ballad, he not only possesses the nobility of the human kingdom, but also inherits the elegance of the elves.

He has neither the roughness of a Tigrila nor the slenderness of an elf, but perfectly possesses the best of both worlds.

When he is willing to smile, his dark and deep eyes will glow with a charming luster, like a crescent moon, and his crimson lips are like feathers falling, sweet as honey.

In the night full of silver lights.

Kearney shared a steed with him, and she leaned limply in his arms, quietly enjoying his steady and rhythmic breathing.

Although the road was a bit bumpy, her heart was unprecedentedly peaceful and peaceful, and she wished that it would be a journey that would never end.

After returning to the palace, Brian sat by the bed with him for a long time, and he shared interesting stories about adventurers with her, making her laugh non-stop.

He also told her vividly and vividly about the spellcasters who manipulated the Aoyi, and why their heads had problems to varying degrees.

She clearly knew that Brian had not cast any spells on her, but she had unknowingly been intoxicated by his invisible magic power.

Kearni was dazzled by the sudden sweetness, fascinated by something she had dreamed of all her life but never dared to hope for.

At that time, she was not a polite and calm heir to the kingdom at all, but more like a young girl in love, full of romantic love stories in her eyes.

Kearni took the initiative to hold Brian's hand, affectionately wanting to keep him, satisfy his inner desire for herself, and spend the night with him.

He just responded with a gentle smile to himself, and his clear eyes were full of pity.

He also stroked his face, his callused, strong fingers gently sliding down the curve of her cheeks.

"Kirni." Brian said softly, she shivered, but it wasn't cold, she knew it was bad, she should avoid it, but her body raised her head uncontrollably, and closed her eyes .

"Are you ready?" Brian's breath caressed her cheek, soft and warm.

Kearni opened her mouth to answer, of course she knew what Brian's words meant.

"I……"

But these words, like a basin of cold water splashed on her face, woke her up suddenly, causing her to hesitate for no reason, curled up under the blanket and looked at him a little at a loss.

She had thought that Brian would frown as usual, but he didn't, and he seemed to have expected this kind of situation long ago as he was understanding.

He just gently held her two hands, showed a relieved smile, leaned over and nodded gently on her cheek, told her to rest early, then got up and quietly left the room.

Staring at his figure disappearing into the room, Kearni couldn't help regretting her hesitation.

She recalled the ambiguous scene of the two in the tent.

The feeling of being touched by scorching hands made her tremble, as if she had been electrocuted.

Kearney knew that her emotions had begun to awaken, longing for a flesh-and-blood emotion and becoming a real woman.

If there is a next time, she would like to lie with her long hair loose, curled up, and lie tenderly in his arms, enjoying his caress.

Corni leaned against the window of the carriage, fantasizing about it for a long, long time...

At this time, the moon has gone through its journey in the sky, disappearing into nothingness, and the air has become cooler and cooler.

The sky in the east gradually turned pale, a rooster in the manor on the right crowed, and the rooster in the manor on the left echoed the sound.

Their hoarse cries passed through the walls of the henhouse, as if they came from far away.

Birds also chirped, at first they came timidly from among the leaves, and gradually became bolder, chirping and chirping together, and the trembling and joyful singing resounded among the branches and leaves.

Kearney, who came to the tournament, stepped out of the carriage, facing east, and then closed her eyes slightly, because the brilliance of dawn dazzled her.

Through the long eyelashes, she saw the burgeoning purple morning glow half hidden in the tall fir trees, casting a variety of purple and red rays of light on the awakened earth.

Purple Qi is coming!

She couldn't help but think of Brian's words explaining to herself why he chose to be called Duke Purple Dragon.

This made her blindly believe that even the gods in the sky are taking care of him in today's competition.

Immediately, in front of this glorious and magnificent nature, Kearney felt a kind of intoxicating joy and infinite tenderness, which overwhelmed all the worries about Brian in her heart.

Kearni walked towards Brian's tent with ease, and the reason why she came so early was because he promised to have breakfast with her.

The camp was coming back to life, fat roasts sizzling and dripping over firepits, and the air was filled with the scents of garlic and pepper.

Kirni saw the young servants running around the camp, while their master just woke up, yawned and stretched, ready to welcome the new day.

"Your Highness, what are your orders?" A cook with a duck under his arm was stopped by Kearney, and then knelt down in front of her.

Kearni watched the ducks quacking and pecking at the cook's hand. Holding back her smile, she ordered the breakfast she needed with a serious face, and specifically ordered it to be delivered to Brian's tent, and then left directly.

Brian's tent is close to the river bank, and as far as the eye can see, it seems to be surrounded by morning fog on the river.

She once again saw the young guard sitting cross-legged not far from the tent like a stone statue. His only coat to keep out the cold was a black fur-collared cloak on his body.

This young man from Tegrila seemed to have never moved, so his body was covered with dew, and because of the cold weather, there was still a faint hoarfrost on his eyebrows.

Kirni heard Brian mention to her that this is a practice method that uses the most extreme training method to tap one's own potential.

It is said that in the northern part of the continent, the barbarians of Niluskan have extremely extreme training methods. In order to suppress the violent power, they even need to soak their entire bodies in sub-zero ice.

Brian dismissed this training method, claiming that their almost self-harm method was commendable, but they did not find the right method at all to bring out the full training effect.

And the cultivation method he taught his subordinates belonged to another magical element pervading the multiverse: Qi.

This kind of energy flows in the body of every living creature, and as long as one knows how to use Qi, one can burst out powerful power instantly.

He also said that as a wizard, how could he lose his entourage, and he also planned to train the other party to be the sharpest sword in his hand.

Korni, who was in a daze, quickly shut up, because it didn't mean she would be able to understand.

While Bryan would answer every question she had without question, there was one question she was well aware of that fell into his off-limits.

Whenever she mentioned, intentionally or unintentionally, Blacktman, the elven shrine in which he lived.

Kearni, who observed everything in detail, could clearly feel his sudden silence, and sometimes there would be fleeting sadness in his eyes.

It made her realize that Brian wasn't completely open to himself.

And he didn't talk about it to his elf mother, but sometimes she could find Brian staring blankly at a dark blue spar the size of a fingernail.

She had a faint feeling that this might be a souvenir from his elf mother.

Kearni walked straight towards Brian's tent. The guard outside looked at her warily, and then remained silent.

Seeing this scene, while Kearni was secretly proud, she also found that the other party's perception range had increased a bit.

It can be seen from this that Snake Eye's whim teaching last night really worked.

No wonder Brian once said that the other party is the most talented human being he has ever seen, and it is completely worthy of him to train him to be an invincible sword master.

Entering the tent, Kearni just saw that Brian was wearing a cloak.

Recalling what happened last night, she was embarrassed for a while, then quickly adjusted her mentality, and walked over calmly.

"Woke up so early." Brian tied the cloak, rubbed her hair with a smile, then grabbed her right hand and kissed her.

A blush suddenly appeared on the calm Kearni face.

Even she herself couldn't figure out why she couldn't maintain her demeanor in front of Brian, and even her breathing was a little short.

"Let's go."

Brian turned a blind eye to Kearney's changes, took her hand, and walked out together.

They spread a tablecloth on the ground by the river bank, sat on the grass and ate breakfast.

The dishes were brought up one by one by the attendants, including thick barley venison soup, bright red lobster, milk, grain, fruit and vegetable salad, as well as baked apples and cod with lemon tomato sauce exuding the aroma of cinnamon...

Brian carefully peeled the first big lobster, and personally put the fat prawn meat into Kearney's mouth. Looking at her shy look, he couldn't help laughing.

While peeling the lobster, he smiled and told her some interesting things, "Do you still remember that you came to Tegrila with your father ten years ago?"

"Of course I remember." Kearney nodded.

It was precisely because of Tagrela's meeting that she had a deep impression on Brian since she was a child, and they finally got together again. She believed that she must have been favored by fate.

"Then you must still remember that before you left, you were beaten into tears by the naughty second prince Ivica with a snowball." Brian said with a smile.

"..." Kearney first glanced at Brian complainingly, then blinked, and said happily:
"Then you wrapped a venomous thorn ball you found somewhere in the snowball, and comforted me and said: 'Don't cry, look at my snowball and let him go to the soul'. As a result, your second brother was killed by this poisonous thorn ball. The thorn ball hit the head, and the whole person was poisoned so that his face turned green, and he convulsed, just like having epilepsy, flopping around in the snowdrift, which amused me all at once. Brian, then you finally Have you been punished?"

"I'm locked up and can't leave the yard for half a month." Brian handed the white and tender cod fillet to Korni's hand and replied nonchalantly.

Because in the Tigrela Palace, the most severe punishment is confinement.

To his half-brother, this was simply a kind of torture, but to him, it was almost like no punishment.

Kearney couldn't help smiling when she thought of the funny things about her childhood in the palace. She felt that she hadn't had such a pleasant and warm meal for a long time.

The pleasant breakfast ended under Kearney's longing eyes, and Brian waved goodbye to her, still familiar to her with calmness and composure.

She had promised to accompany her father to watch the championship match, so she went through the crowd and sat beside her father.

After a while, the horn of the tournament sounded, and Kearni immediately focused on the competition venue.

Niluskan's wolf Mengbaton accompanied by a loud bang, appeared first in the duel field with the momentum of a landslide.

This tall, broad-shouldered, and thick-armed heir to the Niluskan Kingdom rode a black horse that looked like a juvenile foal, and the lance in his hand looked like a thrown javelin. .

He wore dark blue armor and a scarlet cloak, and was covered from head to toe in thick steel armor.

Many metal discs protect the junction of the armor between the arms and the chest. They are all painted in the pattern of the blue and white Neluskandon wolf heraldry. Even from the waist to the thighs, there is a metal leggings in the shape of a lobster carapace. , and there is a solid neck armor around the neck.

On both sides of his helmet were two rows of ferocious fang-like teeth, and the mask was in the shape of a wolf's mouth, leaving only a thin slit for him to observe.

"A fight with wooden spears is even more grand than going to the battlefield. Are all Niluskans so afraid of death?"

There were taunts from the crowd of onlookers, followed by countless boos.

But Kearney felt that this was not funny at all, because she really couldn't figure out how Brian would use the lance that broke at the touch of a button to deal with this fierce Barton who was armed to the teeth.

"Duke Sweet, bet 1 gold coins on this wolf in Niluskan, do you dare to follow?" Prince Casper challenged.

"Of course." Duke Swift frowned slightly, but replied without showing any weakness:
"A pack of wolves live together, and a tiger walks alone. No matter how vicious a lone wolf is, it can't shake the status of the tiger. This is a kind of suppression from the blood."

"So what, after all, it's just a cub, or a stray tiger that left its parents without even learning all the hunting skills. It won't be a big success." Prince Casper responded with a smile.

"Nature is cruel, as long as it is a tiger that survives, even a cub, it has the demeanor of a king."

The old wizard Morelle then said, "Prince Casper, I will use my gryphon statue to bet with you that Tigrela's tiger cub will win."

"Old wizard, you still understand me." Prince Casper said with a smile: "How do you know that I have taken a fancy to your griffin statue?"

The old wizard stroked his beard pretending to be mysterious, but did not answer.

"What are you doing?" The old king of West looked at everyone and accused:
"The game hasn't even started yet, you are just like gamblers, fighting here and there. Is this what decent people in the Kingdom of West do?"

Ko Erni looked at her father and showed a slight smile.

Obviously, she couldn't understand the behavior of these people either.

"Casper, the funds in the national treasury are not much recently." The old king said slowly: "So, I can only withdraw 5 gold coins and press Brian to win. Do you dare to take it?"

"..."

Kearni retracted her evaluation of her father just now, and then looked at the hesitant prince, "Uncle Casper, there are not many opportunities to make a fortune like this, as long as you hesitate a little, you will miss out on a lot of wealth. "

She accepted it as soon as it was good, ignored the other party, and looked towards the venue.

(End of this chapter)