Overlord, I don't want to be the Holy Queen's Great Sword

“So the waiter misunderstood and took Mr. Fluder away?”

"That's right, Your Highness Karko. The servant has been taken away by Your Highness Gilkenifer to be whipped, and we will also resign his position in the arena. By the way, we will also send you a compensation of 10,000 gold coins. What do you think?"

After the arena manager finished speaking, he smiled cautiously, fearing that Karl might not be satisfied with the reward.

But unfortunately, he guessed right.

Putting aside other things, regardless of whether this matter is true or false, the commotion in the other arena almost ruined her good fortune.

She had originally planned to let the other party in to discuss the ownership issue when the duel with Kulev was over, but now everything was messed up by the other party.

Should she call the person over in front of Gilkniver and say that this is a good seedling from your country and I will take him away today!

What’s the difference between this and being a minotaur in front of people?

Karl still wants to stay in the empire for a while longer.

But now the other party's action gave her some other inspiration.

Karko nodded and said nothing to the arena leader, but turned to look at Alphonse behind him.

"Alfonse, go and get Gavart back so he doesn't have to stand guard there anymore."

As soon as Karl said this, the face of the person in charge of the arena in front of him turned as bitter as a gourd. How could they dare to let the guards of a princess stand guard for them?

He immediately realized that Her Royal Highness the Princess was still angry, so he could only bend down and signal with his eyes to the servant beside him to go over and lead the guard to avoid any conflicts arising later.

After the two left, Karko slowly looked at Gilkniver.

"It's nothing serious. I just became interested in the Imperial Arena before I went back this time. Mr. Fluder has helped me a lot during this period. I'd like to ask him to come and watch the game as a token of my gratitude."

"It's just that something unexpected happened this time. So when we return to the Holy Kingdom, Mr. Fluder, you can't refuse again."

Karko said with a smile, and Fluder nodded calmly.

"Of course not, Your Highness."

"Then when you return from the Holy Kingdom, Karko, why don't I take charge? When you and Mr. Fluder come back, you can come to my place as a guest. This will be my small token of apology."

Go ahead, Gilkenifer also turned to look at Fluder who was standing beside him.

"And the same goes for teacher. When you come back, don't forget to tell me about the scenery of the Holy Kingdom."

"Certainly, Your Highness."

Fluder responded in a calm manner.

For a moment, the VIP room was peaceful and the topic gradually turned into casual chat.

Only the person in charge of the arena was sweating and anxious. Only the nice words Gilkniver said from time to time during the conversation could help him relieve some of his tension.

But unfortunately, Karl showed no sign of giving in until he and Gilkniver left the VIP room.

"Okay, Pan Deqing, don't worry."

After walking some distance away from the VIP room, Gilkniver calmly comforted the person in charge beside him.

"Karko, she refused your compensation because the situation just now was not suitable. Wait until she and Mr. Fluder finish watching the game in the arena and are about to leave. If you go there, I'm sure the scene will be different."

Gilkniver comforted him, and the arena manager felt relieved for a moment and quickly thanked him.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Thank you, Your Majesty."

Gilkniver just enjoyed the other party's thanks, and a sense of pride rose in his heart.

He had long been dissatisfied with Mr. Fluda's preference for the other party and the pressure from Kuirat these days. He did not expect that today he would be able to stop Mr. Fluda by chance, suppressing the other party invisibly, and also gain the gratitude of the person in charge of the Imperial Arena. It can be said that he killed two birds with one stone.

When the time is right, he might be able to select suitable people from the arena to be his guards!

His own most loyal guard.

For a moment, Gilkniver's mind was full of thoughts, and he just happened to have a target in mind.

That was the young man named Kulev Palantynin.

During this period, after watching the other party's performance, he really liked him more and more. Otherwise, why would he come here so early this morning?

While Gilkniver was humming a little tune and fantasizing about the future, the young man who had just been fighting in the arena had now come to a VIP room that he was familiar with.

Inside the house, Fluder, who had seen all this, had an expression that said, “As expected.”

13

Chapter Thirteen Are you kidding me?

"Teacher, you don't seem surprised?"

Karko looked at Fluder who looked calm and asked curiously.

"It was just somewhat expected, but it was actually quite surprising."

Fluder leaned on his cane and looked out the door.

The door was closed at this time, but Alphonse had already left the VIP room to invite Kulev Palantynin.

"I guessed that Your Highness invited me to the arena for something to discuss, but I didn't expect it to be something like this."

Fluder smiled bitterly and shook his head.

What should Karl do when he encounters this situation of poaching from the empire?

Refuse, or help the evil?

Forget it, let's wait and see.

The old man leaned on his staff and shook his head, but he also knew that his action of sitting back and watching had actually made his position clear.

But there was no other way. He had just bought a good one for Gilkniver and stayed there for a while. Now he naturally had to buy some face for Karko in front of him.

As for Kulev...

He also saw from the battle just now that even in his hundreds of years of age, it was rare for the opponent to achieve such a level at this age.

But what can he do now that things have come to this?

To put it bluntly, he was still hoping that Karl in front of him could reach the same level as her so that they could discuss magic with each other.

Fluder just sat on the luxurious red sofa in silence, like an old monk in meditation.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door, followed by Alphonse's voice.

"Your Highness, I am Alphonse."

"Yes, I'm in."

The door opened and Alphonse walked into the house first, followed by a young man.

The first thing he did when he came in was to put his hand on his chest, bowed slightly and looked around at everyone in a rather showy manner.

At this moment, the hunter's outfit on the other party seemed to have seamlessly switched into a bard's outfit.

High-profile, flashy, and all kinds of dissolute temperaments are overwhelming.

For a moment, everyone felt that the other party was not a hunter's child, but the illegitimate son of a bard.

Oh my god, this is such a sad story.

"Hello, my Lord."

After looking around, Kulev finally turned around smoothly and bowed deeply to Karko.

While everyone else was surprised at Kulev's almost showy etiquette, only Kulev knew that he was surprised.

Who did he just see, if he wasn't dazzled?

Great Master Fuluda!

How come this person is here? Didn’t the person who wanted to recruit me as a knight be a princess of the Holy Kingdom?

Kulev's mind was full of thoughts, but when he looked up, he calmed down, and on his face was still the same exaggerated smile he had when he came in.

Karko looked at Kulev in front of her. She didn't expect that the future seventh generation Martial King 'Rotten Wolf' would be such a person, so she asked curiously.

"Are you...usually like this?"

"I thought you were the very cautious and silent type."

"Hahaha, Your Highness, if you want, I can be that kind of person, but that would be a little too unfriendly for a team."

Kulev explained with a smile, but this time his smile was much more natural.

Because he noticed a lot of things from the other person's tone.

For example, this princess did not have the arrogance of those nobles who had wanted to recruit him in the past, nor did she laugh at his deliberately exaggerated etiquette.

Instead, he asked curiously, like a friend he had just met.

This is good, very good.

At least following someone like this, you don’t have to worry about many things.

For a moment, Kulev changed his attitude appropriately and showed some sincerity.

"Your Highness, my father told me a long time ago that the most important thing for hunters to survive in the mountains is unity and optimism."

"We don't have the martial arts that the warriors have, and we only have insignificant bows and arrows in our hands. If we don't unite, then when we face those monsters, we will have no power to resist at all."

"As for optimism..."

Kulev suddenly shook his head and said with a smile: "Your Highness, when you are alone in a secluded jungle surrounded by dangers, it is easy to have emotional problems."

"So we have to stay optimistic, otherwise we will be defeated by our emotions before we are defeated by the beast."

"Of course, if what I did just now offended you, Your Highness, please allow me to apologize to you."

"I am just the son of a hunter and I don't know much about etiquette, so I can only meet people in this exaggerated way. At least people won't blame me, right?"

Having said that, Kulev bowed again.

Only this time, everyone around him, especially the six knights, couldn't help but look at him with admiration.

Apart from anything else, Kulev's last sentence alone was enough to surprise and enlighten them.

Because what Kulev had just said reminded them of what they had heard the noble children brag about when they were studying at the Temple Academy.

For example, some civilians who didn't know how to perform etiquette were executed by their fathers.

Of course, these are almost legends in the Holy Kingdom, because only a small number of nobles still have territories in the Holy Kingdom, and the rest have been handed over to officials for management.

But during this period, when they accepted commissions in the empire, they heard these things a lot in the Adventurer's Association.

If this is true, then what Kulev did is particularly clever, but it requires a very strong heart.

Not everyone can accept the title of clown.

“I didn’t expect there would be such a reason.”

Karko was also a little surprised. What Kulev said finally made her regain some of the medieval feeling.

She had always been a princess before and had never considered this.

"Kulever, you are willing to come here now, probably because you are interested in what I proposed before."

"In that case, let's be honest."

"Alphonse should have told you to become my personal guard, and then I will grant you the title of knight. When I acquire my own territory, I will further confer titles on you and grant you corresponding fiefs."

"But after seeing your performance, I feel like you seem to have a better future."

"Are you interested in going back to the Holy Kingdom with me to meet my father?"

"Your father?"

Kulev couldn't help but raise his voice, his words full of astonishment.

"Yes, my father will meet you and confer a title on you personally."

"Of course, you can refuse if you are not satisfied. As for how to return, you don't have to worry. Just as we went there together, Mr. Fluder will bring us back together when the time comes."

As he said that, Karko stretched out his hand and motioned Kulev to look at Fluder who was standing beside him.

"I can testify to this matter."

Fluder smiled faintly, then said affirmatively.

When Kulev saw this, his throat moved.