In the world of Moe King, I became the ruler of ice.

As Gransta was choosing drinks in the tavern, the silver-haired elf woman followed him, the large cake in her hand now gone.

"Feed." The silver-haired elf woman called out to Gransta, seemingly displeased with what he had just said.

"Is that so, Miss Elf?"

Gransta turned his head in confusion, calmly gazing at the scrutinizing female elf before him.

"May I ask you one last question?"

The silver-haired elf woman adjusted her mindset, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"I'm all ears," Granstad replied with a sigh after selecting a bottle of fine vintage red wine.

"Hmph, fine, I'll ask you." Although the silver-haired elf woman was slightly dissatisfied with Gransta's attitude, she still voiced her question.

"Yesterday, that magical fluctuation that peered into the World Tree was you, wasn't it!"

Gulansta's heart skipped a beat, but he calmly gazed at the silver-haired woman.

It was her...

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"Sister Long Xueqing, why did you bring me here?" Kuroya's innocent face was full of doubt.

Long Xueqing held Kuroya's hand and made a shushing gesture towards her.

"Have you forgotten why we came here? But let me take you somewhere fun first."

"What about Brother Ice Guard?" Kuroya asked, puzzled, a question she had wanted to ask for a long time.

"You mean him? He said he wanted to help Lord Gransta in his own way, oh well, never mind."

Long Xueqing couldn't wait to take little Kuroya to a place.

As for the Ice Guards, he had actually already approached Kabaru.

When he saw his 'master' appear before him, Kabaru was almost overjoyed, thinking that his 'master' had discovered his unique talent and decided to teach him swordsmanship.

"Master, you're finally going to acknowledge me." Kabaru was speechless with excitement.

Ok?

When Ice Guard heard the title "Master," he was clearly silent for a while, but because he was not good at expressing himself, he did not explain further.

"Take me to find a strong opponent, and challenge them!"

A muffled sound came from beneath the Ice Guard's helmet, the words brief and chilling.

"What?" Kabaru didn't understand at first.

"Challenge! The Strongest!"

Now Kabaru truly understood; he was being asked to lead the way to the country's strongest warrior and challenge him!

Wait, what's this?

Then Kabaru's mind started to fill in the blanks...

Could this be Master's unique teaching method? Yes, it must be. Indeed, unparalleled swordsmanship is not simply a matter of verbal instruction and demonstration...

moment,

"Master, don't worry. I know almost all the strong people here, and I can definitely perform your swordsmanship perfectly." Kabaru patted his chest and assured him.

Ice Guard silently followed behind Kabaru, and encountered Kid along the way.

"Kabaru, where are you guys going?" Kid asked curiously as he ate some food. He had finally come home, but he wasn't even going to take a few days off.

"Hmph, Kid, you don't know this, do you? Only salted fish choose to take a vacation, while I will be a Sword Saint-level adventurer in the future."

Kabaru felt more excited than ever at this moment; the path to becoming a Sword Saint was beckoning him.

"so?"

"So I'm going to take my master to challenge the 'Swift Sword Saint,' as well as other elf masters... um."

Kidd was suddenly dumbfounded.

He even touched Kabaru's forehead with his hand, and said suspiciously, "Are you out of your mind? Did a monster touch your head when you ran away last time?"

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Kabaru slapped Kidd's hand away, his face full of displeasure.

"You really don't trust my new mentor, Captain?"

Kidd shook his head.

"No, I have witnessed the Ice Knight's strength before; he is at least A-rank, but..."

Kidd forced a smile that was even more unpleasant than a bitter gourd, and couldn't help but advise, "Kabaru, do you know how special the 'Swift Sword Saint's' status is? Why did you insist on going after that person?"

Kabaru was clearly a little too excited. His body felt like it had been doused with cold water. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that it made sense and began to regret it.

"But I can't think of anyone else in the country who could be my master's swordsmanship opponent?"

Then Kidd walked up to Kabaru, glanced at the Ice Guard secretly, and whispered in his ear:

"That's His Majesty's disciple. What if... I mean, what if he really loses... or if your master gets even a little injured..."

"You're right, but where am I supposed to find other strong individuals?"

Kabaru's eyes clearly showed disappointment, completely lacking his previous enthusiasm. It was such a pity that he couldn't witness his master's unparalleled swordsmanship.

At this moment, Kid's eyes darted around, and suddenly his eyes lit up, clearly he had thought of a good idea. He smiled and put his arm around Kabaru's shoulder.

"Kabalu, do you remember when we lost all our gold coins in the arena last time?"

"You mean when we just got paid last time... Of course I remember... We survived by living off the young lady's allowance during that period."

As Kabaru spoke, his body suddenly stiffened, and he came to life like a rooster that had been injected with blood, his mind working very quickly.

"I get it, it has to be you!"

He punched his good friend Kidd hard on the shoulder.

Kabaru quickly ran to the side of the Ice Guard.

"Master... I have a way to make it so we don't have to search for them one by one, and the strong ones will even come to challenge us."

For the Ice Guardians, anything that can challenge the nation's strongest individuals and attract the nation's attention will help reduce the pressure on Lord Granstad.

The Ice Guardian became interested in Kabaru's method and uttered a single word.

"explain!"

Kabaru was already used to his master's cold attitude, so he quickly began to explain.

"Master, in the Magic Dynasty of Carion, there is an arena modeled after the orc kingdom. There are countless strong warriors there, and people from other countries come here because of its reputation."

"Yes, yes, and there's a rule in the arena that if a master keeps winning, he will face opponents with ten, twenty, or even a hundred consecutive wins."

Kabaru briefly explained the rules of the arena, and the Ice Guardian became interested, feeling that this place was particularly suitable for him.

He also learned that Kabaru and his group wanted to win back the gold coins they lost in the arena last time and avenge their defeat.

What interests the Ice Guards most is the only person in the arena to have achieved a hundred consecutive victories—the genius of the Magic Dynasty, the "Swift Wind Sword Saint," the disciple of His Majesty the Magic King, and the youngest wind elf, Count Victor Veldora.

"If it were my master, I should be able to easily achieve around fifty consecutive wins. That way, I could not only make a fortune but also witness my master's unparalleled swordsmanship." Kabaru excitedly rubbed his hands together. It was time to avenge his previous humiliation.

"Master, when we win the gold coins, you get nine and I get one!"

The Ice Guardian wasn't interested in gold coins, but he was interested in strong people, so he nodded at the helmet, which was his tacit approval.