Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

King Art III ran his fingertips along the cool silver teacup, his gaze fixed on the swaying milk foam within, while a turbulent undercurrent surged within him.

As the ruler of the Bauhinia Kingdom, he knew better than anyone how terrifying wizards were; even if the other party was just an apprentice, they were by no means ordinary people who could contend with them.

Knights, who are already extraordinary beings in the eyes of mortals, are ultimately just stronger humans in the eyes of wizards.

The kingdom's treasured ancient texts clearly state that even a novice wizard apprentice could easily kill a high-ranking knight.

To ensure a kill, at least three fully armed high knights would need to cooperate in formation to hold the enemy back, and be prepared to suffer casualties.

In other words, to deal with the wizard apprentice who was wreaking havoc within its borders, the Kingdom of Bauhinia must unleash its most powerful knightly forces and bear the risk of losing high-ranking knights.

Those powerful nobles who held military power had already given their answer with silence: the area where the sorcerer was causing trouble was not in their territory, so why should they risk their lives for him?

Moreover, what if you accidentally fail to kill the other party and instead enrage that madman, incurring even more insane retaliation?

King Art III sighed deeply, his chest filled with a sense of powerlessness.

As king, he certainly wanted to get rid of this madman who was affecting the stability of the kingdom. To this end, he secretly summoned nobles with high-ranking knightly power several times, but each time the matter was left unresolved due to buck-passing and shirking of responsibility.

Now, all he can do is hope that the wizard apprentice is just passing through the Kingdom of Bauhinia or has other demands that will be met and he will leave on his own.

Otherwise, with the kingdom's current strength, it will be difficult to resist the opponent, and the entire kingdom will face a great disaster.

"Never mind, there's no point in thinking about it anymore." King Art III shook his head, trying to dispel the gloom in his heart, and reached out to pick up a dessert decorated with berries.

At least for now, this exquisite afternoon tea can offer a moment of comfort.

Just as he put the dessert into his mouth, a black figure darted past like a night owl outside the high walls of the palace.

Luo Kunlun had already removed his heavy armor and was only wearing a black outfit that allowed him to move around easily, making him appear even more upright and agile.

Without the burden of heavy armor, his speed and agility reached a new level. His steps were as light as falling leaves, and he landed silently.

The palace was heavily guarded, with sentries both visible and hidden. The patrolling guards were all dressed in gleaming armor, carrying spears, and their sharp eyes scanned every corner.

But against Luo Kunlun, these tight defenses were as good as useless.

With the help of real-time environmental data analysis by nanomachines and his powerful physical abilities, Luo Kunlun precisely avoided every gaze, his figure darting through the shadows of the palace like a ghost, truly making it seem as if he were in an empty place.

Along the way, a richly dressed young man strolled leisurely, his silk robe embroidered with gold thread patterns and a jeweled short sword hanging at his waist, clearly indicating that he held a high position in the palace.

Luo Kunlun moved swiftly and appeared in front of him in an instant, reaching out to grab his wrist.

"Where is the King?" Luo Kunlun's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

The young man was caught off guard and grabbed, and immediately flew into a rage.

Having lived a life of luxury in the palace, he had never been treated so rudely before, and was about to burst into a tirade: "You madman! Do you know who I am? How dare you—"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt an immense pressure emanating from Luo Kunlun.

That terrifying aura stemmed from his powerful physique and extensive battle experience, like facing a ferocious beast poised to pounce. It made his blood seem to freeze, and he swallowed the rest of his curse back down his throat, his face turning deathly pale instantly.

Luo Kunlun tightened his grip slightly, and the young man immediately felt a piercing pain in his wrist, as if his bones were about to be crushed. "I don't want to ask a second time."

The cold voice rang out again, tinged with impatience.

"I...I'll talk!" The young man was terrified and hurriedly spoke, his voice dry and trembling, because the man in front of him really would kill him!

"At this time, His Majesty should be enjoying afternoon tea in the west garden!"

Having received the answer, Luo Kunlun released his grip. The young man staggered back a few steps, clutching his swollen wrist, staring at the man in black before him, still shaken.

Luo Kunlun had already turned around and walked towards the garden without looking back.

In the western garden, King Art III had just taken a bite of dessert, and before his tongue could even taste the sweetness of honey, he suddenly sensed an unfamiliar presence entering his mouth.

Years of training and the vigilance of a king instantly put him on high alert.

The next moment, a black figure appeared out of thin air and stood at the entrance of the garden.

The man was dressed in black, tall and straight, with a cold and stern face and sharp eyes like cold stars, calmly watching him.

Swish!

Atreus III reacted very quickly. As king, he was also a genuine high knight, otherwise he would not have been able to hold onto the throne.

Almost the instant he recognized the newcomer, he drew his sword from his waist; the blade gleamed coldly—a renowned steel sword treasured by the royal family. He abruptly stood up, assuming a defensive stance, and demanded sharply, "Who are you? How did you sneak in?"

In an instant, countless thoughts churned in Atlas III's mind: Who was this person? To be able to bypass the layers of guards in the royal palace and appear here silently, their strength must be extraordinary.

Were they assassins sent by a neighboring country? Or were they plotting a rebellion by ambitious nobles within the kingdom? Had the palace already been seized?

Looking at his tense posture, Luo Kunlun's face remained unchanged. "You'd better put down your sword. If I really wanted to kill you, it would only take me a second, even if I were bare-handed."

It only takes one second to kill you.

His tone was calm, yet carried an absolute confidence, as if he were stating a very simple fact.

Atreus III's heart sank. He could feel the faint but powerful pressure emanating from the other party, which was something no ordinary assassin could possess.

Before he could make a decision, Luo Kunlun tossed something with his hand, and a round object rolled toward him with a whooshing sound.

The object landed on the ground, rolled a few times on the smooth stone slab, and finally came to rest at Atlas III's feet.

When King Atlas III looked down, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his blood seemed to freeze instantly!

It was a human head! The head of a dwarf! The pale face still bore the traces of horror and pain before his death. It was the wizard apprentice, Graxis, who had plunged the entire kingdom into panic!

King Atlas III could not possibly mistake this distinctive dwarf head. He had already etched the wizard apprentice's appearance into his mind through intelligence gathered from various places.

The shadow that had plagued him and the entire aristocratic class was actually resolved single-handedly by the man who suddenly appeared before him.

King Att III's hand gripping the sword hilt trembled slightly, his heart churning with shock. He stared at Lokunlun in disbelief, momentarily speechless.

Luo Kunlun stepped forward slowly, his gaze sweeping over the exquisite afternoon tea on the table without lingering. When he spoke again, his voice was still icy: "I killed this bastard in the Ashvald area."

He paused, his gaze falling on Atreus III's shocked face, his tone carrying an unyielding command: "So now, tell me everything you know about wizards."

"Their origins, their power, and any related secrets must not be overlooked, not even the slightest bit."