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"Respectful King of Paddington, your urgent arrival indicates that, like me, you have extraordinary concerns about certain matters. So why can't we talk alone? Are you afraid I will harm you? Ha, I've heard that His Majesty the King is already a Sky Knight, capable of facing an eighth-level magical beast and still come out unscathed! Besides, what am I, a weak little orc, to you?"

King Paddington waved his hand with interest, signaling his two angry guards behind him to stop, and also asked the queen and Celine to stay outside. He entered the library and closed the door behind him. "Baroque, right? I'm curious, where does your confidence come from? I cherish my daughter the most, and I'm willing to start a war for her. You should know, if you dare to deceive me, even if you're a shaman, but unable to save my daughter, you and your entire tribe will die."

"You see, you've already started threatening me and my tribe. So do I need to worry... even if I cure your daughter, will you really release my people and grant us freedom?" Baroque shrugged, a hint of maturity and irony evident on his somewhat immature face, which surprised Corrick.

"Speak your request."

"It's simple, release my people, let them go to a place I consider safe, and then I'll stay behind to cure your daughter. After she recovers, let me leave." Baroque said.

"Impossible." The king refused decisively, joking aside, he wanted to cure his daughter, but he also had to consider the Odria Empire. If the so-called Frost Wolf Clan orcs' gladiatorial combat was canceled, it could be seen as an insult, a matter concerning the entire kingdom. Even as king, he couldn't make a decision. Ministers and nobles would oppose him madly, even shaking his authority.

"Hmm?" Baroque frowned, suddenly feeling uneasy. He thought his request was reasonable, after all, a hundred or so orcs weren't so precious, but the king's refusal indicated a problem. He keenly noticed this: "What happened to my people? Don't tell me they've all died in the arena, if so, someone has to be buried with them...!" He gritted his teeth, his face fierce.

"Damn orc, are you threatening me?" The king was furious. Being threatened by a weak orc made him feel embarrassed. His aura, unique to Sky Knights, suddenly burst out, the silver aura shining around him. Baroque felt a huge danger looming, his body didn't even have time to react. Suddenly... he felt a stir in the lifeless silver wolf pattern on his arm, as if it wanted to unleash a terrifying power to counterattack him. In that instant, Baroque thought of many things, then sent a calming message to the pattern, letting it calm down. He then fell backward, knocking over a large section of bookshelves, spitting out blood and lying on the ground unable to get up.

"Orc, do not challenge a king's authority!" King Paddington thundered, "Your people need to stay in the capital of Padya, at least until after the performance. I can assure you that I'll try my best to let them leave the arena alive."

"Can't even stop a gladiatorial performance for your own daughter's sake?" Baroque sneered, not caring about his bleeding, struggling to stand up. Although he was only sixteen or seventeen, he was already extremely tall, even taller than King Paddington, looking down at Corrick with a disdainful expression, saying word by word: "My people must be kept intact. If one dies, none of us will leave alive...! Since the day our tribe was destroyed, our hearts have already died!"

The orc youth in front of him was definitely not joking. Corrick, the king, felt extremely troubled, feeling helpless. He couldn't help but curse Duke Deltar in his heart. 'Damn guy, if you hadn't buttered up the Odria Empire envoy, none of this would have happened!'

Sitting somewhat powerless at a desk, the king supported his forehead, and in a deep voice, he told Baroque about his dilemma. "I need to save my daughter, but I can't afford to offend the Odria Empire either. You may not know, but one of my brothers is taking refuge in the Odria Empire, under the pretext of political asylum. When he lost the struggle for the throne and fled to the Odria Empire, many people supported him there. I can't give them any excuse to interfere in the internal affairs of the Kingdom of Paddington, even if... even if I can only watch my daughter... but compared to the entire kingdom facing the disaster of war, I have no choice."

"Are you trying to gain my sympathy? Unfortunately, I'm an orc, and human countries' dirty internal struggles have little to do with me. I only care about my people." Baroque said coldly.

"I haven't fallen so low as to beg an orc. I'm just telling you a fact." The king's weakness disappeared in an instant, mocking Baroque, "Anyway, your people must wait until after the gladiatorial performance to leave. Agree to my conditions, and I'll do my best to preserve their lives. If you don't agree... I'll suggest to Duke Deltar that your people perform a 'Fisher' gladiatorial match for the guests."

Baroque remained expressionless, tearing a book into pieces subconsciously. He knew about the slave gladiatorial matches on this continent, and among the most brutal and bloody forms of entertainment was the 'Fisher.' A team of powerful gladiators played the fishers, armed with the most elite weapons and armor... including harpoons and fishing nets, while the other team had no weapons except a dagger, truly unarmed, even without any protection. The two teams fought in the arena until one side was completely annihilated.

There was silence, and both the king and the orc remained silent for a long time. "I need to see the princess first, after all, I've never seen that kind of illness before, and I need to do some research." Baroque spoke hoarsely. He had no choice because besides these tribe members, he had nothing left. The king, on the other hand, still had other children and could continue to live...!

What could have been a joyful occasion ended in this way, but both Baroque and King Corrick didn't resent each other. Instead, they felt a mutual respect. A person with firm determination is always worthy of respect! However, they both shared a common hatred for one person... Duke Deltar.

The king walked out of the library without saying a word. Faced with the hopeful eyes of the queen and Celine, he smiled faintly, "Baroque will go see Claire, but it's too late today, maybe tomorrow!"

The queen hugged her sister Celine and let out a low cheer, almost losing her composure. "Alright, let's go back. Claire has her beloved pet, but we shouldn't play too late." The king left with the queen, but on the way, Corrick suddenly had a belated realization: "That little orc boy actually received only minor injuries from my aura? You know, I'm a Sky Knight level, and even a high-level Aura Warrior would be severely injured and unconscious under my uncontrolled aura pressure. And... I had a ridiculous illusion at that moment... that kid had an extremely dangerous aura, even capable of endangering my life... such a strange kid, I can't take him lightly...!"

When Celine entered the library, she was shocked to see the place in disarray, with bookshelves knocked over and the orc youth slouched over the desk.

Hurrying over to support Baroque, she asked worriedly, "What happened just now between you and His Majesty?" There was magical defense in the room, so the commotion couldn't be felt outside.

Supported by Madame Celine, Baroque leaned half of his body against her soft and full chest, the warm feeling combined with her fragrant breath making him even more excited. He couldn't help but spit out the blood again. Worried, Celine was about to find a physician from the academy, but Baroque quickly grabbed her.

"It's okay, spitting out this blood, I feel much better. Don't worry, this is just a way for me and the king to meet as men, although it's a bit intense." Baroque explained with a smile, seeming to find the lady's embrace very comfortable, and he didn't intend to get up for now.

"A way for men? Huh, how old are you, are you even an adult?" Madame Celine mocked, seeing through his little thoughts long ago, and withdrew silently to the side, sneering. Men are all the same creatures, even an orc youth is no exception!

Baroque felt his face heating up...!

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"Hasn't Celine come back yet?" Duke Deltar asked with a grim face.

"No, my lord. After Madam entered the academy, she went to the palace for some reason, and then the king and queen followed her into the academy. After the king left, Madam didn't come out of the academy." One of the Duke's trusted men replied.

"What about that despicable orc bastard?"

"That orc also entered the academy and hasn't left since."

"Damn bastard, do we really have to keep that orc mongrel? Don't think I have no way when hiding in the academy." Duke Deltar raged, completely forgetting his own lascivious life. Perhaps there was also a kind of jealousy and resentment in it... that arrogant woman, he hadn't even touched her yet... damn, who would believe I'm her husband?

"Rumi, kill that orc for me. No matter what method you use, go today, I want him dead tonight." Duke Deltar said each word with sinister intent.

"As you wish, my lord. There are still two wizards in the academy who have received your favor, I think they will be happy to serve you." Rumi, the henchman named, said with a bow, then left to carry out his orders.

"Borman, go find out where Celine went, where she got that orc from, I not only want to slaughter that bastard, but also want his vile tribe to be destroyed along with him."

Standing on the side, the steward Borman hurriedly promised and left. When the master got angry, it was best to leave, careful not to be the target of his anger.