No one would deliberately pay attention to two inconspicuous little people like this, but when Ribo walked off the carriage, the situation was completely different.

"Oh--Dear Envoy, why did you condescend and surrender to this carriage? His Highness Prince Henride has already left a place for you." The two officials responsible for entertaining guests immediately gathered around, and their expressions could only be described as fear and fear.

"You should have heard that I don't like these red tape. I went to the dock just to see the fun. I never took a big boat when I went on a tour in Franz, and I would never see such beautifully decorated ships in my hometown. It was simply a beautiful work of art. This time it really opened my eyes." Ruibo said with a smile. These words were reasonable and were enough to conceal his intention to go to the dock.

"Enterprise? I'm increasingly confused about your identity?" Furrenk glanced at the respectful official and turned his head to Ribo and said.

"Francs? Are you the envoy sent by the Kingdom of Francs? It is rumored that you are a very powerful magician." New York obviously knew much more than the tall young man.

"The magicians are never distinguished by whether they are powerful or not." Ruibo smiled and said, "Where did you hear about me?"

"Oh--My uncle, Grand Duke Kane, attaches great importance to you." New quickly replied.

Rebow noticed that the shy boy quietly changed his name to him, which was not what he needed.

"Don't call me by you. I believe that no matter how noble a person has, he needs friends, call me Ribo." He said slowly.

"Wow--two big guys, I'm so lucky to ride a carriage with two big guys." Furrenk said with some jokingness, but he immediately became serious: "No wonder you give us such a strange feeling, calm and mature than most people I've ever seen."

"If you have had the same experience as me, I believe you will become mature and mature." Rebe sighed and said, "Everything I said in the carriage just now is not false at all. I can swear for it. In the eyes of others, I seem very brilliant, but I really envy those peers who have the warmth and love of their parents."

"Oh--do you mind telling us about your experience? You have always been a mysterious figure in my mind." Curiosity obviously surpassed the restraint, and New couldn't help but say.

"Well, if you are interested, this is not a secret anyway, and it is almost everyone knows in Francis." Ribo said with a smile.

"I'm interested, of course I'm interested." Furrenk also shouted loudly.

While walking in a relatively secluded street next to him, Rebe told about his past, the grievances between him and His Majesty the King, and the series of conspiracies and plots, made the two young men who had never heard of all this fascinated.

"Oh--this is really wonderful. This is almost a poetic history. I am willing to exchange my second half of my life for such an adventure." Furrenk said excitedly.

"This may be the thought of the bystander, and I have to face this series of adventures. At this moment, the power that pushes me to continue walking on this road that is difficult to see ahead. Apart from me, there is no way out, I am afraid that the only thing my guardian gave me, 'The higher the status of a person, the more positions he can choose, and the greater the contribution he is willing to make.'"

"Fighting to defend your hometown, you are like a legendary hero." The shy boy said excitedly, his eyes were filled with the brilliance of longing and hope.

"It's a pity that we don't have such talent and no such opportunity." Furrenk sighed with a smile.

"It may not be possible to realize one's own value by fighting." Ruibo said with a smile, waiting to turn the topic into this direction, just as the legend of ancient heroes can influence countless people, legends and honors can certainly catch his goal firmly.

"Look more, listen more, think more, and you can see many extraordinary things in the ordinary. This is the teaching my guardian gave me. It is this that has helped me get rid of the dilemma again and again and finally succeeded."

As he said, Ribo pointed to the distance: "Like that, this is one of the most valuable things I have seen in the Kingdom of Delizhi."

Following Ribo's fingers, both New and Furrenk opened their eyes wide and waited to see a miracle, but beyond their expectations, they saw only a simple sign, which was a bit mottled, and the teak veneer on the outside had peeled off, revealing the pine lining inside.

"Oh--maybe the eyes of philosophers are a little different from those of us mortals. I only saw a broken sign." Furrenk said with a smile.

"I'm afraid there are people in Delizhi who use this method to make furniture." Ruibo said.

"Yes, but it's not very popular. The poor may not be able to afford it. Moreover, these vases are far less reliable than wood, and the rich will not care about this kind of thing." Furrenk said disapprovingly.

"The beauty of precious wood is only the price of pine wood. I believe that many Francis merchants will fill their houses with such furniture. In addition to the housekeepers, small officials and other people who have some money on hand but are not enough to make them spend a lot of money. They also have a desire for beauty and elegance, and a vanity and show off."

"I believe they will generously donate to these furniture that are covered with vase, because visitors will never saw the furniture open to detect that they are just wrapped in thin vase or are carved from a whole piece of wood."

"This will become a lucrative business, but it's not what I really want to be interested in. Don't forget that I have a vast territory where countless poor people live, the routes on the sea are not enough to support everyone, and life on the sea is so dangerous that every sailor has ever had the experience of struggling on the brink of death."

"There is never a small number of people who die every year, but the most miserable ones are not the unfortunate people who die, but their wives and children. Saw wood must be safer than sailing on the sea. Women and children can do this work, and this will not make them rich or even get rid of poverty, but at least it will make them survive."

"Let your children grow up in peace, a broken family can attract hope, and thin wooden vase can do something that a saint can do, and this is my duty as a lord."

As Rebow said, he looked at the two people beside him. What satisfied him was that Ng's eyes had changed from longing to admiration at this moment, and even Furrenk looked serious. It was obvious that he was also deeply moved by these words.

"I never thought that such a simple and inconspicuous thing could create such a miracle." New said with his eyes glowing: "The miracle of compassion comes from subtle observations and genius planning, and I can't even help but want to see it with my own eyes."

"Why don't you try it in your own territory? Didn't your father give you a manor?" Furrenk said with a serious expression, and this time he was obviously not joking.

"Oh-I actually forgot about this. I have never been willing to rely on my family to gain recognition from others. Because of this, I rarely even go to my manor, and never give orders to the servants and the people in the manor." said the shy boy.

"If this is the case, you'd better choose a suitable person before making an order. A good plan will waste a bad executor's efforts, and a generous profit will shake a weak-willed person, a cruel exploiter, or even more terrible than poverty itself." Ribo warned.

This time, not only New, but also Furenke couldn't help but nodded repeatedly. It was obvious that he was also convinced at this moment.

Just as they were talking, they had already walked out of the street, and the castle of Grand Duke Foss was right in front of them, but the thick crowd was blocking the loud and noisy sound proved that the imperial envoy and his party had arrived

The routine welcoming ceremony lasted for three hours, and everyone also enjoyed a simple lunch. Obviously everyone was planning to leave their stomachs for the dinner, because of this, the lunch seemed extremely short.

While enjoying lunch, both the host and the guests seemed much more relaxed, and the only one with a broken face was probably the stubborn old man.

At this relaxed moment, everyone naturally began to talk, and the topic of the discussion was the one that interested Ribo the most about Grand Duke Baschmond and his close friends of artists.

Perhaps because most of the members of this trip were related to the Kane family, they were full of contempt and ridicule for Grand Duke Bashimeng during the chat. They heard the hypocrites from time to time, and even heard curses and ridicule of idiots and idiots.

"The Grand Duke Bashimeng seems to be very unpopular." Ruibo said with a smile.

"This may be a vent after being suppressed for too long, or it may be a proof that the higher the statue is placed, the more broken it will become once it falls down." Furren said disapprovingly.

"Yes! A few months ago, Duke Bashenmont was praised by the people for his support for art and his door that was always open to scholars and artists. But now, almost everyone knows that artists and scholars are not a complete one, and that Duke Bashenmont is only a small part of it, and his door is only open to those people."

"But these people do not have real talent. Their love for art is obviously far from being strong enough for the thirst for the gold and Yuan. Apart from lacking talent and wisdom, they do not even have the demeanor they deserve. They died of humiliation, which has become a joke for everyone."

"What's more, those who seek fame have plundered countless money with their flashy reputation, which is really shameful, and the huge wealth is even more surprising. I'm afraid everyone already knows what shameless nouveau riche these hypocritical guys are."

"And these nouveau riche obviously do not have the broad mind of yours. Their huge wealth does not even bring any benefits to a poor man. Instead, in order to enjoy this wealth forever, they are determined to suppress truly talented artists and scholars."

"The experiences of those who truly have talent are enough to arouse the sympathy of everyone, and their works are even more praised by everyone. In fact, before we came here, we had the honor to see a wonderful performance. Although the performers are just ordinary wandering artists, they do not even recite the lines, but it is indeed an interesting performance, which is laughable, but after laughing, there are many things worth remembering and meditating."

"Although I'm not a critic, in my opinion, such performances are much more brilliant than those 'art masterpieces' that are empty and have beautiful melodies and gorgeous costumes."

"Now Palin is talking about the performance on the Zhufeng Festival. Unfortunately, it is only possible to construct the grand occasion of that time through imagination. However, Palin's civilians always talk about the comparison between the gorgeous costumes produced by artists and the costumes worn by their opponents. I have seen two things side by side with my own eyes. It is really hard to imagine that the performance wearing such costumes actually gets the opposite results. The difference between the two can be imagined."

“It is also conceivable that the embarrassment of the lives of artists who are truly talented, and I heard that they can only enjoy dry bread and occasionally taste the bacon left in the store.”

Hearing this, Ribo couldn't help laughing. This was not part of the plan he had originally formulated. It was obvious that the rumors added many untrustworthy elements, but it also proved that his plan had been successful. The emergence of such rumors clearly proved that the people were already full of sympathy for the young artists, and the sympathy was undoubtedly hatred for the nouveau riche.

Just as everyone was about to continue talking and talking, a ringtone suddenly came from a distance, which was a signal of the end of the luncheon, and the servants had already walked in. Some of them took away the delicious dishes on both sides that had almost never moved, while others were responsible for collecting the dishes from the guests.

Rebow gently took the plates from New and Furrenk and folded them together in his hands, but at this moment most of his attention had actually turned to the rostrum because the real performance was about to be staged.

Suddenly, a scream calmed the originally noisy auditorium, and as the scream sounded, everyone seemed confused and panicked.

Immediately afterwards, the crowds near the rostrum fled around, but the people outside still didn't know what was going on.

Suddenly another scream came from the fleeing crowd, and this time there was a low cry of scream.

Another scream rang out, but this time the scream was only a little loud and suddenly interrupted.

Then a panic scream came, all of which happened in just a moment.

Ruibo took out a scroll from his arms at the fastest speed. He waved the scroll suddenly, and with a shout, he disappeared in front of everyone.

Looking at this incredible scene, two peers who had just talked together were stunned. This is magic, something they longed for and admired since childhood, and what they even envied was that someone who was about the same age as them could have all this.

The noise of metal collisions and the chaotic footsteps complement each other, and there were bursts of hysterical screams mixed in this panic.

After all, the strength of women is only relative. When blood and death stain their eyes, they will feel fear and fear like women from other countries.

A series of screams filled the luxuriously decorated auditorium, but the original laughter and joy had long disappeared without a trace.

"Segent, stop him quickly." An angry shout came, and followed by a series of metal clashes.

"Don't panic, everyone is lying on the ground." Another dull roar awakened the panic-filled people in the auditorium. The men first reacted, and they grabbed the ladies beside them and helped them to the ground.

Then the people who were still standing immediately became particularly conspicuous, except for the guards and knights, they were a group of murderers wearing maid clothes but holding sharp blades in their hands.

Without stopping, the battle situation was quickly controlled. In just a moment, these assassins were shot dead by the guards and the knights. Although some people tried to capture several prisoners, even if they cut off their hands and feet, they could not save the lives of the assassins.

"They have poison in their mouths." A guard said after checking one of the bodies.

"Your Highness, is your injury important?" A great man who had just woken up asked immediately when he saw that the prince covered his ribs and bright red blood was flowing out of the gap between his fingers.

"It should be fine. You just need to call a priest. Fortunately, Foster is still vigilant. If he hadn't taken action in time, I would have become a corpse." said the prince.

As she was speaking, the princess was hurriedly running from outside the door, followed by an elderly clergyman.

"Hurry, pray to your gods, and let them caress my brother." His Highness, the princess, pulled the old man to Prince Henride's eyes and said.

"Oh--my God, the merciful Father, is hard to believe, it is such a wound." The elderly clergyman murmured to himself just after checking the wound under His Highness the Prince's ribs.

"What's the discovery?" Prince Henride asked calmly.

"This - this - I really can't believe it. This is the damage caused by the bloodthirsty power. Only the weapons in the hands of the bloodthirsty warriors can create such wounds." The elderly old man said incredibly surprised.

"What's important is whether you can treat it." His princess said impatiently.

"Luckily the wound is not too deep." The elderly man said with a frown, and he immediately raised his hands and closed his eyes and began his sacred prayer.

Seeing this scene in front of you, none of the people in the auditorium let out any sound. Although the crisis is far away from them, fear is still shrouded in everyone's heart.

In fact, when they heard the elderly clergy mention "blood-thirsty power", everyone here already knew that a major change was about to happen, and this change might make the hearing that I just experienced seem insignificant. After all, compared with the bloodthirsty power, the entire Southern Corps is nothing at all.

After a while, the old priest stopped his prayers. He looked exhausted, and sweat completely soaked his collar.

"I can only do this. The bloodthirsty power is too strong after all. I can only expect His Highness to recover slowly." The old priest said slowly.

At this moment, three people appeared at the entrance of the auditorium.

The one walking in front was Ribo, following behind him the King of Knights who never had a look of expression, while the guard Knight Segent, on the side, was carrying a man on his shoulder. From his lower arms and body, it can be seen that this person had lost his life.

"He had poison stuffed in his mouth, and it was too late to find out about this." Segent said.

"Also, he seems to be a bloodthirsty warrior, but he is very different from the bloodthirsty warrior I have ever seen." Segent finally said as if he hesitated for a while.

"Okay, what my brother needs most at the moment is careful care and rest, so that Foster can guard him, and the others will check it carefully to see if other assassins have been missed." The princess suddenly stood up and said, at this moment she seemed to be a commander who was arrogant and decisive and capable.
To be continued...