A foreigner's journey

Italy, Florence.

Via Tornaboni is a luxurious street in the center of the ancient city of Florence. It runs north-south, from Piazza Antinori to the north, to the Holy Trinity Bridge in the south, and passes through the Holy Trinity Square in the middle.

There are people coming and going on the streets, including local Florentines and tourists from other places. It is extremely lively with all kinds of people gathering together.

The two young men walked among the crowd, inconspicuously.

The blond young man was wearing a holiday floral shirt and cropped trousers, with exaggerated sunglasses stuck on his head. He was holding a black suitcase that resembled a piano case and was licking an ice cream cone leisurely.

Another young man with black hair wore silver-rimmed glasses, and his oval face had two completely different temperaments: intellectuality and neurosis: "Salbatre Tony, can you have a little dignity as a king? How can you be a king?" Can you just go to a roadside stall and buy such cheap desserts?"

The King of Swords shook his finger: "Don't worry about such trivial matters, Andre. Moreover, this is Tonaponi Road, and even the ice cream from the roadside ice cream stand is not very cheap."

"It's all nonsense..." Andre narrowed his eyes: "I finally swam back from the English Channel. I don't think you have any intention of being hostile to that person."

In the previous battle that broke out at the Schönbronn Palace in Austria, the King of Swords, Salbatre Tony, was blown away by Heather with an air cannon without noticing. The strong and rapid air bomb knocked Tony temporarily unconscious. And was pushed all the way to the Atlantic Ocean.

Fortunately, after Tony woke up, he used the power "Silver-arm the Ripper" to forcibly destroy the air cannon that was pushing him forward, otherwise he would probably fly directly out of the atmosphere.

Even so, due to inertia, he still fell into the English Channel. He swam to Dover, England, relying solely on his endless brute strength, and then borrowed a local phone number to call Andre.

Andre, who was already going crazy with anxiety, immediately rushed to Dover to meet Tony. He originally wanted to take Tony back to Italy, but the latter refused, so he could only follow Tony's wishes and continue to travel around the world.

During this period, he heard about Heather summoning Fenrir who refused to obey in Norway. Tony wanted to rush over and snatch Fenrir immediately before fighting Heather, but he gave up after Andre remonstrated with death.

It was impossible for Andre to let Tony die. According to the information he received, there was more than one 'king' in Norway, and even Wolf King Vauban came to watch the battle. If the King of Swords breaks into the hunting grounds of the two kings, he will most likely be hunted by their joint efforts.

The subsequent result was not what Andre expected. The Prince of the Star Sea really defeated Fenrir, who refused to obey, and successfully killed a god again.

It's really scary. Less than a month has passed from the time he became king to killing the third God of Disobedience. You must know that Tony has not been able to encounter the second God of Disobedience since he became the God Killer a year ago. god.

It is said that God-slayers have indescribable luck. Is it true that the "strong luck" among God-slayers is also divided into high-level and low-level?

This time, Salbatre Tony and Andre appeared in Florence entirely because of the request of a certain 'courtier'.

The King of Swords, Salbatre Tony, finished his ice cream in a few gulps, then hooked his finger at Andre: "Give it back to me quickly."

'The King's Steward' Andre sighed and handed him the small wine bottle he was holding in his hand: "I'm going to meet your ministers soon. I ask you to please Tony, even a little bit, and show off." A posture suitable for the status of a king."

Salbatre Tony took the small bottle of limoncello with a smile: "I'm totally incapable of putting on airs, as you always know."

This bottle of limoncello looked very cold, with a lot of water droplets densely collected on the surface of the bottle. Tony bit the thin tube while sipping the drink and looking around: "Speaking of...sucking...where are the people?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared in front of the two of them.

This is a thin blond magician. He is wearing a decent suit. He is kneeling in front of Tony in the standard posture of kneeling on one knee with his head hanging deeply: "I'd like to trouble you to come to Florence in person. I'm really scared." ,my king."

Passers-by suddenly performed such a gift, which logically would attract a large number of onlookers and even take pictures with their mobile phones, but the strange thing is that the people coming and going around seemed to completely ignore the blond magician, and even Tony and Andre were ignored.

Spell, [Don’t look at it].

"Mr. Lazio, it is not the behavior of a minister to ask the king to wait for his ministers!" Andre said sternly immediately.

The visitor is none other than Lazio, the ‘Shield Eagle’, the commander-in-chief of [Sky Eagle], one of the ‘Seven Sisters’ of the Southern European Magic Alliance.

Before Tony became the God Killer, Lazio and Tony were old acquaintances. Although the relationship is definitely not as close as Andre, they are still the type of people who can be called by name. This is why Tony is willing to come. One of the reasons for coming here.

"Okay, okay Andre, now that we're here, let's not bother with so many troublesome things called 'courtesy'."

Tony waved his hand and said with a smile:

"So, brother Lazio, what you said in your letter is true?"

"It's absolutely true, King."

Lazio knelt on the ground with a sincere voice:

"King Heather has issued an edict to our Southern European Magic Alliance, requiring us to surrender to him immediately and hand over all the sacred tools and remains.

Although we are just magicians, we also know what loyalty is. The king we are loyal to is Salbatre Tony, the King of Swords, and not the new King Heather.

It is a pity that we, as mortals, are unable to resist the threat of King Heather, so the urgent matter requires you to come to the meeting in person so that the Southern European Magic Alliance can witness the majesty of the king with our own eyes. "

Andre finally listened patiently to Lazio's sincere words. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Lazio with anger in his tone: "Mr. Lazio, you are using the King of Swords to provoke a fight between the two God-killers. A war between us?”

"I have absolutely no such treacherous thoughts. Please be careful, Your Majesty."

Lazio raised his head and looked at Andre, the 'King's Butler':

"But Sir Andre, if we don't know this matter to the king, but unilaterally bear the wrath of another god-slayer, and even have rebellious thoughts, is this what you call disrespecting the king?" Are you loyal to the king? As a minister, you believe in the king's wisdom wholeheartedly and rely on the king's majesty. This is the duty of a minister, isn't it?"

Andre roared: "Lazio! You are so presumptuous -"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The gradually heated exchange of words between the two was interrupted by Tony's hearty laughter.

The King of Swords sucked the small bottle of limoncello until it made a slurping sound, then threw it into the trash can a few meters away, and then wiped the corners of his mouth:

"You're all here, why don't you waste your time saying these irrelevant and hurtful words? Come on, come on, take me to the so-called alliance meeting. Speaking of which, I, the leader of the Southern European Magic Alliance, have never attended it even once The alliance meeting is indeed a bit outrageous, huh?"

Throwing the black box to Andre, Tony pushed Lazio and Andre on the shoulders with both hands and patted them with a smile.

As a king, Tony is not as rampant and violent as the Wolf King, nor is he as arrogant and perverse as the Martial Arts King. He seems to have not changed much from before he became the God Killer, and is still full of interest in swordsmanship and fighting. Apart from this, the majesty of being a king is basically non-existent. You can say that his character is like the big brother next door, or you can say that he is a troublesome king who goes his own way, but compared to the Wolf King and the Martial Arts King, he still has a lot of human parts left in him.

The three of them walked all the way and arrived at the Lily Capital headquarters.

When he reached the main entrance of the first floor of the high-rise building, Tony suddenly stopped and looked up towards the top floor.

"Wang, what happened... Wang! Wang! Where are you going?" Before Andre finished asking, he was shocked to see Tony rushing towards the stairwell with excitement on his face, and hurriedly chased after him with Lazio past.

Using acceleration magic and being a great knight, Andre and Lazio barely managed to catch up with Tony who was climbing the stairs.

"King, what are you thinking about again? Why suddenly..."

"It's Heather! I smell Heather's scent!"

Tony rushed towards the top floor with a face full of enthusiasm and laughed:

"I'm so lucky. It looks like I can have a good fight with my compatriot!"

With the speed of three people, even dozens of floors of stairs were quickly climbed. As soon as they walked out of the stairwell, they found that the corridor on the first floor of the conference hall was full of magicians and knights.

They were originally the entourage of each commander-in-chief and stayed in the corridor waiting for the meeting to end. But at this moment, these famous masters were all lying on the ground unconscious.

"He was knocked unconscious by a blow." Andre inspected an unconscious knight nearby and frowned: "The method was very clever and seemed to be extremely fast. Everyone present was knocked down in an instant."

"Of course, they are facing my compatriots."

Tony smiled and hooked his fingers at Andre, who immediately handed the black box in his arms to Tony.

Bang!

The door of the conference hall was kicked open, and Tony broke into the conference hall carrying his beloved sword and shouted excitedly: "Heather! My compatriot, I knew you wanted to fight with me... Well ?”

What caught his eye was not the Prince of the Sea of ​​Stars, but a huge skeleton bust.