Volume 7 Mortals and Gods Chapter 788: Genoa (below...
When the knight heard this, he felt pregnant at first, and then saw the close look of the two of them, his face was already livid with anger, and he shouted:
"Bold stuff, do you know who I am?"
"Who is your Excellency?"
Iros's smile never changes.
At this time, Ekaterina whispered behind the fat man: "He seems to be the third prince of the Xirel Empire, his name is... his name is..."
The knight had a good ear, and when he heard that Catherine recognized him, he was so happy that he didn't even care that she couldn't remember his name, and said hurriedly:
"My name is Ramsay."
Ramsay stared at Ekaterina greedily for a long time, then turned to look at Iros, his face immediately darkened, and asked:
"Who are you? You dare to kidnap the noble Princess Ekaterina? Who is here? Tie him up and take him back for interrogation!"
Iros ignored Ramsay's threat and just turned back to Ekaterina and asked: "Do you know each other?"
Yekaterina frowned and said: "I met him once in Wadendorf, and then the conditions for the Cyril Empire to assist my father included me..."
Iros nodded and said: "That's it."
He took a step forward and looked at Ramsay calmly. The smile on his face disappeared without knowing when:
"Your Highness Ramsay, it seems that the role you played back then was not glorious! The glory of the Cyril Empire has been dimmed a lot because of you."
Ramsay's face was gloomy, and he just moved his hand forward fiercely!
The black-armored guards galloped forward, surrounding Iros and Ekaterina, their swords raised one after another!
They were well-trained and everyone was careful, for fear of hurting the frail Ekaterina who stood still.
Iros stood there with his hands behind his back, glanced at the black-armored guard, and said with a cold smile:
"Everyone, dismount!"
Iros's voice was not loud, and he seemed to have no intention of taking action. The black-armored guards were originally on high alert. But nothing happened, and they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
At this moment, dozens of horses under them suddenly collapsed together!
Caught off guard, even these elite black-armored guards staggered and fell to the ground.
One of the black-armored guards accidentally inserted the sharp sword in his hand into the body of the fallen mount. As a result, it was like piercing a large skin bag, and in an instant, thick black and smelly viscous liquid was sprayed all over his face!
He finally wiped the mucus off his face, stood up and looked at the ground, and immediately took a breath of cold air!
The war horse that was so strong just now was lying flat on the ground like a sack that had been emptied of liquid!
He looked around again and found that the guards were all staring blankly at the shapeless horse corpses that fell to the ground one after another.
Their faces were pale, the hands holding the swords were trembling, and they stepped back involuntarily.
A smile that he couldn't tell whether it belonged to a devil or an angel appeared on Iros's face again. He looked at the fallen horse, at the black-armored guards who were retreating, and then smiled at Ramsay, who had a blank face.
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Ramsay immediately took a few steps back, but as he was not yet strong enough to be a high-level knight, he stood firm again, which was somewhat beyond Iros's expectation.
It seemed that the third prince had some courage and was not intimidated.
Ramsay choked and drew his sword. He shouted loudly: "What are you doing standing still? Call the police immediately! How can the city defense army and the court mage kill this guy!"
At this moment, a black-armored guard behind Ramsay looked at Iros carefully, grabbed Ramsay's arm, and whispered:
"Your Highness, this man cannot be moved! I think he looks a lot like Iros who killed the orc emperor Dranosh in the Principality of Shire..."
"Nonsense! How could Iros appear here..."
Ramsay was mid-sentence when he suddenly stared at Iros with surprise and uncertainty on his face.
With his strong strength, Iros has now become an important figure that can affect the situation of the entire continent. His appearance is no longer a secret. There are few royal members and dignitaries from various countries who have not seen his portrait.
"You..." Ramsay didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Now that you know who I am, can I leave?" Iros said with a smile.
Ramsay's hand holding the sword couldn't help trembling. He stared at Iros, his face so ferocious that it was almost distorted!
However, in the end, he waved his hand fiercely and asked the black-armored guard to make way.
Iros put his hands behind his back and walked forward, leading Ekaterina away proudly.
"Your Highness Ramsay..."
"Damn it, shut up!"
Ramsay suddenly turned around and struck hard with the hilt of his sword, knocking the black-armored guard who called him to the ground. Then he breathed heavily, stared in the direction where Iros left, gritted his teeth and whispered:
"After we defeat the people of the Holy Empire, I'll see if you northern barbarians can leave the Xirel Empire alive!"
At this time, night fell and the lanterns were just turned on. Iros and Catherine were still walking in Genoa.
"I don't think that Ramsay will let it go. It's a bit inappropriate to offend the prince of the Cyril Empire in Genoa." There was a hint of worry on Ekaterina's face.
Iros chuckled and said:
"There is no need to be polite when dealing with this kind of person. If he really dares to attack me, then I will kill him directly. I understand that the emperor of Cyrel should know how to choose between his son and me.
Now since he is so smart and can't bear to take action, then we might as well wait until we defeat the Holy Empire and then kill him easily."
It was still early in the morning, and the residence of the envoy of the Principality of Charles was surrounded by hundreds of royal black-armored guards.
The surrounding blocks are also full of guards, with a sentry almost every few meters.
Everyone in the envoy has long been aware of the unusual changes outside, but there are many talented people in the Shire, and those who can be selected to join the envoy in this extraordinary period are all brave and resolute people.
Although they knew that they were in the enemy's capital and there was no chance of survival if they took action, the members of the mission divided up to guard key areas without any intention of panic.
Iros was sitting peacefully in the room, closing his eyes and meditating. Ekaterina was lying on his lap like a golden kitten, flipping through the book on Plane Meditation that she had almost memorized.
Iros was completely unimpressed by the black-armored guards surrounding him.
Not to mention that these were just ordinary warriors, even if the Xirel Empire sent several strong men to besiege them, with incredibly powerful beings like Iros and Themis, he was still confident that he would lead Yekaterina to kill everyone present.
light, and then run away.
As for the life and death of the members of the envoy, the worst case scenario is that they will lead the army back to avenge them later.
The densely packed black-armored guards in front of the embassy seemed to have suddenly received a silent order. They parted to both sides like a tide, and in the blink of an eye, a passage was opened that was large enough for two luxury carriages to pass side by side.
Regardless of whether they are humans or horses, their movements are all uniform, and the excellent training is truly amazing.
The sound of cars rumbled and the horses whistled.
Dozens of luxury carriages came from afar and stopped at the gate of the envoy's residence. Those who got off the carriages were all high-ranking officials of the Xirel Empire, and several of them even wore coats of arms representing the bloodline of the imperial family.
A tall, thin, and luxuriously dressed old man came to the gate first. He couldn't help but tremble when he saw the shining crossbows in the hands of the guards of the Sharfang Mission on the gate.
The old man shouted with all his strength:
"Don't fire arrows! We have no ill intentions! Your Majesty heard that the noble Lord Iros, the great hero who killed Dranosh, has arrived in our country, and specially sent us to welcome His Majesty Iros into the palace.
We didn’t know about Lord Iros’ arrival before, so we were negligent in many ways, and we ask Sir Iros to be tolerant. Please convey my thoughts to the respected Lord Iros.”
Everyone in the mission was stunned for a moment, and someone immediately rushed to Iros's room to report the news to Iros.
Therefore, when those who came to report the news saw the rumored exiled princess Ekaterina lying on Iros' lap reading a book, they were not surprised at all, and some were just envious.
When he saw Ilos sitting peacefully in a chair with his eyes closed and calm, as still as a mountain, the person who reported the news admired Iros even more.
"It seems that Lord Iros was able to obtain the favor of the Lake Fairy. It turned out to be no accident!" Recalling Iros's previous deeds, the man was even more emotional.
After listening to the report, Iros opened his eyes slightly and said slowly in a low and strange voice:
"Let them wait first!"
After the man retreated, Ekaterina raised her head and said, "Pretending again!"
Iros rubbed her silver hair and said with a smile:
"To deal with these people, you have to put on airs. The more arrogant you are, the less they dare to neglect you.
We are not in a hurry to go out, let those guys like Xi Ruier wait."
Ekaterina narrowed her eyes slightly, enjoying the touch of Ilos very much, and said: "The attitude of the Xirel people towards us has changed very quickly!"
"Obviously, they must have just suffered a big defeat. So we don't need to worry."
All the senior officials and dignitaries of the Xirel Empire stood outside for half an hour. The old man at the head looked ugly and looked like he was about to faint. Only then did Iros and Ekaterina slowly walk out of the gate.
Get out.
Under the guidance of the old man, Iros and Catherine boarded the most luxurious carriage, surrounded by countless royal guards, and headed for the imperial palace.
The next few days seemed busy, but in fact they were as ordinary as water.