Ron stepped forward, passed through the indifference of the Sith and Martin's horror, performed a ritual of obedience, and said, "Mercenary Ron, see Your Majesty."

A peaceful voice said, "Get up, haha, mercenary Ron."

Ron raised his head, and what caught his eye was an old man sitting on the throne. He wore a crown and a robe. Time left traces of time on his angular face, but it could not hide the intimidating aura of those rich and heroic sword eyebrows.

When he was young, the king must have been a charming man, Ron thought to himself.

"I don't know how long it has been. In the past, they introduced me to those vibrant teenagers, which always made me feel moved and missed," Vallad III said with a smile, "Finally, there is a young man who can make me not too jealous."

Ron said: "I was afraid that I would come too late, but now I hope I can see Your Majesty later. At that time, maybe my beard will make Your Majesty appreciate it more."

Baria III smiled extremely cheerfully: "I'm afraid I won't have the strength to appreciate it at that time."

Ron said: "The gods are too jealous of your perfection. They cannot take away your wisdom, wisdom, courage and bravery. They can only add the mark of time in vain to your face, but instead add your wisdom."

Baria III smiled happily and said, "It is not a good habit to tease the gods, they can all hear it. But I like your personality. I heard from the Sith that you are passionate, loyal, humble and heroic. I haven't heard him use such words to describe a person in many years."

Ron said: "Maybe because His Highness Sith has too much family affairs and doesn't have much time to go outside to find those handsome talents."

Baria III looked at Ron with a profound meaning and said, "Since that's the case, you must have met my family members."

Ron bowed, and he turned his head and said, "Prince Martin, we're meeting again."

Martin's face calmed down from the horror he had just met Ron, nodded to Ron, and said with a complicated expression: "Mr. Ron, we're meeting again."

Ron smiled and was about to speak, but saw Jackson behind Martin saying, "Mr. Ron, it was a surprise to see you again. I remember a few months ago, Mr. Ron led a mercenary team as a third-level warrior, and was also quite famous in White Moon City."

Some civil and military ministers in the palace heard a whisper at this time, as if surprised that Prince Sith actually invited a third-level warrior.

Ron knew that he was afraid that he would tell him about Martin's poisoning at a banquet. Ron had no intention of saying this. Now that he said it, there was no evidence or record, it would be considered as the slander of Prince Sith on them.

Ron glanced at Jackson and smiled and said, "Maybe Prince Martin and Jackson's guards have forgotten. We had a fight in the tavern at that time, but failed to win the prince's victory as he wished. I was a little sorry."

Martin's face flashed with anger, and he spoke in a faint voice: "Have Mr. Ron reunited with your genius nephew?"

Seeing Martin mentioning Zhuo Dong, Ron's heart moved. He stared at Martin and said, "I will meet you first on behalf of them. Thank you for your warm hospitality."

When the people in the palace heard their conversation, they also guessed that they must have had some contact before, and that these contacts were not friendly, and there were already some tit-for-tat questions between the lines.

At this time, the king's voice sounded: "It seems that you are all acquaintances. I don't know what stories you can tell me, the old man."

Martin's face changed, he paused for a moment to speak, but saw Ron step forward and said: "I have met His Highness Martin in Baiyue City. At that time, we had a conflict over trivial matters. Haha, now I think about it, those trivial matters are really not worth it."

Martin didn't expect Ron to say this. He was stunned for a moment before smiling embarrassedly, making a default expression, making people think that this is all true.

After hearing this, the king smiled and said, "In Barrea, there is a place to resolve conflicts. In the competition a few days later, I wonder if you will participate in Ron."

Ron said, "Not very honorable."

But Martin said: "This time my guard Jackson will lead the team to visit, but Mr. Ron should not miss it."

A buzzing sound in the hall sounded again, and a man in military uniform said, "The guard of Jackson is already a powerful seventh-level warrior. Is it because he is determined to win the Cramento territory this time?"

"This time His Majesty promised a permanent territory. Although it was small, it also made us soldiers excited," Jackson said. "Besides, I am very excited to be able to compete with my old friend Mr. Ron again. Mr. Ron will not refuse, right?"

Ron smiled in his heart and said, "The honor is so great."

Jackson smiled when he saw Ron responding, but Martin frowned.

Ron knew that they wanted to use this opportunity to teach him some lessons, and maybe they could "missing" and kill him better. After all, his existence is a bad stain for Martin, like a bone in his throat.

Martin said again: "It's a pity that my brother's guard Lei is already a powerful warrior at level nine. According to regulations, there is no need to participate in such a noble warrior."

Sith smiled and said, "With Ron here, you will definitely not be disappointed."

Martin said: "Cramento is an excellent coastal territory with beautiful scenery and abundant resources. Mr. Ron needs to work hard."

Ron thought for a while and suddenly smiled, "That place really looks like Baiyue City."

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Martin threw his sword to the ground and let out an angry roar.

"Why is he still alive!"

Jackson stood beside him without saying a word, and he was extremely puzzled. Why did Ron survive after being hit by the forbidden spell and even arrived in Barrea.

"He must be here to take revenge," Martin said.

"Don't worry, your highness, with his ability, he will never hurt you," Jackson said.

"Even if thunder comes, I can't hurt me. I'm not afraid of him. But if this matter is spread, it will have a bad impact on me," said Martin.

"He can't survive after competitive days," Jackson said.

"He didn't say it this time, maybe he didn't have any evidence. On Athletics Day, you must not let him walk out of the arena alive."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Don't be careless. There must be some reasons why Sis is willing to recruit him. And this time Ron agreed very readily, and he must have some hidden means." Martin said to Ling on the other side.

A black shadow revealed half of his body from the dark corner, listening quietly to Martin's instructions.

"Also, Ron must have not found Zhuo Dong yet, you can go and look for me," Martin ordered.

The black shadow nodded and then retreated.

"Wait a minute," Martin shouted, and the shadow stopped immediately.

"That Zhuo Dong is going to live," Martin said in a desolate tone, and after that, he waved his hand gently.

The black shadow bowed and disappeared immediately.

Since the dark shadow appeared, Jackson has not spoken. He knew that it was a secret organization of Martin, specializing in spying on intelligence. The members in it were said that they were not humans, and even included undead creatures. As a warrior with sacred attributes, Jackson was born to hate these creatures and had nothing to do with his personality or interests.

"Is there no news from the Assassin League yet?" Martin continued.

"No, I just heard that the assassination of Bledsoe failed, but the report has not been sent yet," Jackson said.

"This is a bit strange. The people from the Assassin Alliance have always been very punctual. Why didn't the assassination information be sent here?"

Jackson didn't reply, and he never talked too much about things he didn't know, which was one of the reasons why Martin kept him by his side.

Martin was silent for a while, but said, "I changed my mind. I don't want Ron to live until the day of competition. I have a premonition that Ron will threaten me when he is alive. You tell the Assassin League that I agree to the holy crystal core they want. This time, I want Ron's life!"

Jackson was surprised and said, "Is it really just to buy Ron's life with that crystal core?"

"No," said Martin. "He wasn't dead, which was beyond my control. If the Sith could find him, he must have set up a conspiracy to deal with me."

Hearing this, Jackson nodded independently.
Chapter completed!