Heir to the Kingdom of 1.4 billion people

Chapter 106: Bewitching Tea
Twilight City, evening.

In front of a small house.

"I'll send it here. Thank you for taking me on a tour of Twilight City today."

"No, I also want to thank you, Master Xinghuo, for taking me to such a great tavern to listen to music."

Anna looked at the black-haired young man in front of her who was escorting her all the way because he was worried that she would get into danger if she returned home too late, and suddenly a trace of throbbing emerged in her heart.

She knew that this adult who lived in Red Fox Castle would most likely never have any contact with her again in this life.

After the separation, she had to return to the dark house and continue her hard life alone, selling flowers with difficulty.

She had lived such a lonely and boring life for more than ten years and had had enough.

If she could follow this lord, even as a maid, would her life be as wonderful as it is today?

Thinking of this, the throbbing in Anna's heart became more and more violent, and finally completely submerged her heart like a tsunami.

The girl stood on tiptoe and did something she thought she would never do in her life.

"Master Xinghuo, would you like to come to my house and sit for a while? I'm a little dizzy from drinking too much."

Anna leaned close to Xia Mingyu's ear and spoke in a slightly seductive tone.

The hot breath from the girl made half of Xia Mingyu's body numb all of a sudden.

Looking at her cute blushing face so close to him, Xia Mingyu slowly stretched out his hand in Anna's expectant eyes.

Hey!
A flash of bullet.

"oops!"

The girl covered her forehead in pain, and her light green eyes were suddenly covered with a thin layer of mist.

"You're sober now." Xia Mingyu nodded with satisfaction.

"Go home quickly. Maybe life alone is really hard, but if you persevere, you will see the light of day one day."

He pressed a silver thor into the girl's warm palm, then turned and left decisively.

Anna looked at the figure gradually disappearing into the night and the cold silver coins in her hand, a trace of loneliness appearing on her pretty face.

Why. My dawn is not you?

Red Fox Castle, bedroom.

Xia Mingyu stared at the blue-purple crystal on the shelf in a daze. He stretched out his finger to touch it, but was shocked by the rapidly flowing electric arc on the surface of the crystal and pulled it back instantly.

"What a huge magical power! It will eat you up in a few days."

A hint of heat flashed in Xia Mingyu's eyes. In his opinion, this Thunder Demon Crystal was impeccably beautiful from every angle!

He had a hunch that as long as he "ate" this Thunder Demon Crystal, his promotion would most likely be a piece of cake, and he would awaken his own innate magic.

Whenever he thought of this, Xia Mingyu became so excited that he walked around the bedroom in his slippers, doing push-ups from time to time to cheer himself up.

It was very late before he fell into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Spark Hall.

Clang clang!
As soon as Xia Mingyu stepped in, he saw two streams of light, one green and one blue, intertwining at a terrifying speed like yesterday, and the entire hall was filled with the sound of swords clashing.

"Why are they fighting again?"

Xia Mingyu couldn't help but ask Hercules, who was sitting at the long table, studying hard with a book that was no bigger than his palm.

"Your Highness, since the injuries you sustained in the palace will not show up on your real body, I have asked Miss Dolowei to be my sparring partner."

Before Hegemony could answer, Tamerlan's voice came from the blue light.

After a moment, the two streams of light separated, and the magic power gradually dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the two people.

"You are too modest, Master Tamerlan. It was I who asked you to be my sparring partner."

The girl with ice-blue hair put away her sword and smiled bitterly.

Before coming to this palace, she thought her talent was already considered extraordinary.

But now Tamerlan is only two years older than her, and he has already achieved the Crescent Moon rank. Both his strength and the character of a knight are far superior to hers.

The giant named Hercules also gave her a feeling of extreme danger, and she was not sure of winning.

As for His Highness who possessed 1.4 billion blessings, he was even more out of the ordinary level. She simply couldn't muster the courage to compete with him.

In other words, Dolowei sadly discovered that she seemed to be the least talented person in the Spark Hall.

We must work harder!
The girl swore secretly in her heart.

Long bronze table.

"Dolovi, can you tell me about the current situation in the North?"

After everyone was seated, Xia Mingyu asked.

Because information transmission in this world was difficult and he had only recently arrived, he knew virtually nothing about the regions of Sosia beyond the southern border. "Your Highness, the northern border is already the most deplorable part of Sosia. Add to that the food tax imposed by the King of Gluttony, and almost everyone is starving. People die of starvation every day. It's no exaggeration to call it hell on earth."

When she said this, a trace of sadness appeared on Dolowei's pretty face.

"As for the Lord of the North, Morwen Dean, he's a complete cold-blooded lunatic. He believes that the North should be a place where the strong prey on the weak, the strong conquer all, and the weak deserve only death."

"So, faced with countless people starving to death, he simply sold them to the slave capital in the East Territory as slaves, selling them off once every three days and once every five days."

"The money I earned was used for my own enjoyment and to recruit strong individuals who had emerged from the harsh environment of the North. I used it to establish the powerful Frostfang Knights, each of whom possessed the strength to defeat a hundred enemies."

Dolowei gritted her teeth.

Having lived in a village in the North for ten years, she had witnessed the blood, tears and suffering of the people of the North.

Either they starve to death or freeze to death little by little like a frog boiled in warm water, or they are separated from their loved ones and sold to a slave capital, losing all their human dignity.

All of this added up to her desire to kill the Lord of the North.

"Sell your own people as slaves?" Xia Mingyu was stunned.

This operation was too anthropomorphic, he even suspected that the other party was a player from Paradox Club who traveled through time.

"Your Highness, may I ask if your palace has the ability to teleport objects? If so, I would like to ask you for some food to alleviate the famine in the surrounding areas."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Duoluowei's eyes as she looked at Xia Mingyu.

She remembered that this noble prince could conjure up countless delicacies with just a wave of his hand. If he could bring them back to the North, even just a portion of them could save many lives.

"I'm sorry, the Spark Hall currently doesn't have the ability to teleport physical objects. If it appears in the future with my blessing and promotion, I will help you as soon as possible." Xia Mingyu sighed.

He also hopes to help those suffering people as soon as possible, but his power is still too weak now.

Even though he has focused all his efforts on improving his strength, he has only been here for a few months. His current strength can be said to be a result of his maximum talent and opportunities.

"Thank you for your generosity and kindness. If you need anything in the future, I will do my best to help you with the Eastland Knights left behind by my father."

Although Dolowei was disappointed when she heard this, she still made a solemn promise.

Afterwards, Dolowei and Tamerlan continued to fight, Xia Mingyu began to meditate, and Hercules also put down the book and asked His Highness to materialize a giant axe to join the battle between the two.

Everyone is working hard to become stronger.

at the same time.

Sunset Street.

Leaning on his cane, Erkus looked at the tall building in front of him with bright lights and the sign on the door - Dusk Chamber of Commerce, and couldn't help but fall into ecstasy.

Every orthodox Clay person has a dream of opening his own chamber of commerce.

And now, he has realized this dream.

"Hahahaha!" Erkus laughed loudly, and his laughter echoed far and wide in the lonely street.

Fortunately, this is not a residential area, otherwise there would be a lot of scolding.

"Calm down, the plan has just begun, it's too early to be happy now."

The joy on Erkus's face gradually disappeared and became expressionless again.

A white light flashed, and he took out a potion bottle from the merchandise warehouse.

What was contained in the bottle was not potion, but deep red blood.

The blood seemed to have life, pulsating regularly in the bottle like a captive heart.

This was given to him by Lord Simon himself before he set out for the southern border, so that he could drink it when he was in desperate situation.

Erkus still remembered that Simon Clay patted him on the shoulder affectionately and encouraged him to conquer this paradise in the south and become the next Clay bishop to serve our God.

Ah, what an honor and what a happy thing it is!
Lord Simon has always contributed so much to the revival of the Clay people, and now he finally has the opportunity to contribute.

As long as he can successfully bring pain to this only paradise in Sosia, and turn the smiles on the faces of the people here into despair and sorrow, then he will surely be promoted from a believer to a bishop, and be blessed by our God with the same gift of pain as Lord Simon!

Thinking of this, Erkus's mood, which had calmed down, became excited again.

He raised his hand, and a strange black gas was swirling in his hand. After a moment, the black gas dissipated, and a ball of fresh tea leaves appeared in his palm. It was the evening tea.

"Unfortunately, the bewitching tea, a gift bestowed by my god, can only be made using the power of pain. It would be much better if it could be made using magic."

A trace of regret flashed across Erkus's face.

In order to ensure the smooth implementation of the plan, he tried his best to squeeze the power of pain from the slaves in the slave capital.

Punishment, labor, forced lust, separation of flesh and blood, and other means were used in vain, and finally enough painful power was accumulated to produce the bewitching tea to supply the entire city-state.

"It won't be long before the entire Twilight City, no, the entire Southern Territory will become my personal breeding farm, continuously producing endless amounts of painful power for me."

“It’s really exciting!”

Erkus muttered to himself, covering his face with his hands and laughing wildly without making any sound, which was creepy.

(End of this chapter)