Two days later, Odin disguised himself as an outcast, entered the imperial capital with the secret help of Chancellor of the Exchequer Evan Hall. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The capital of the Sunset Empire, built on the plains of the north-central part of the empire, is three times the size of Paliva, and is magnificent compared to the simple and chaotic southern cities.

Every road in the imperial capital can pass through four carriages side by side, and the Central Templar, the Supreme Inquisition, and the Imperial Seminary are like towering peaks, which are divided into three directions in the imperial capital. In the center of the city, on the other hand, is a series of magnificent buildings, which cannot be seen with the naked eye, and at the top of each building is the Golden Dome, which is the residence of the king, the Golden Palace.

Around these four core buildings are the large and small vassal mansions, all of which are made of marble and arranged in a radial pattern, surrounding the huge court, which is extraordinary.

The Royal Amphitheater occupies a tenth of the city's area, and casinos, pubs, cinemas, luxury shops, pawnshops, and brothels are as numerous as a dense forest.

But even in such a prosperous capital, there were slums, a place where stinking water flowed, where slaves, bankrupts, criminals, prostitutes, gamblers who lost all their possessions, places that ordinary imperial residents hated and did not want to set foot in.

But in this very place, a young man in rags stepped out - his costume was tattered, and even had holes in his chest and back, but it was not cheap. And under these holes, snow-white and delicate skin was revealed—a sign that he had not performed menial manual labor.

The young man was hiding on a street corner not far from the slums, where the shops sold master-class weapons and rare hedrons, and the children of nobles who were not too noble and liked to find their knightly dreams here.

When Richard, the son of a cavalry captain, used the silver he had saved for three months to buy a Delicate Beast Blood Crystal and go out of the shop with his companions, the young outcast, who was hiding on a street corner, stopped them.

"Give up your money, or leave your life behind. The young man in tattered clothes said.

Richard and his cavalry friends laughed when they saw this man who could be blown away by a gust of wind say such arrogant words, and found that his clothes were not the clothes of ordinary poor people, so they mocked: "You gave all the money to the dealer at the casino, and you owe a lot of debts, and now you are poor and crazy, aren't you?"

"Hand over the money. The young man said it again, with a smile on his face, which made him look weird—but not sure it was a sign of madness.

"It's almost ...... to hand over your ass," a tall man shouted when he noticed that the young man was good-looking.

There was another burst of laughter.

A group of horsemen laughed maliciously and surrounded him, not even bothering to draw their swords, ready to give the vagabond a beating or simply humiliate him.

The young man just laughed and stood there, staring at the group - maybe his head was broken.

Richard unfastened his cowhide gloves and threw them at the forehead of the fool like a target, and he remained motionless as he watched the men gather around him, watching his fists rise in front of his eyes.

No, maybe he wasn't looking at the crowd, but at the aisle that could pass through four carriages, and whether there were patrolling imperial capital guards.

As he wished, two guards came from the corner and glanced at the crowd on the corner.

At that moment, the young man began to chant in a low voice—apparently an imperial monk's chant—and flames rose from his feet, engulfing the nearest cavalry in an instant, and the tall man immediately screamed and rolled in the flames.

The sarcastic shouters changed their faces and drew their swords at the still smiling man—but instead of weakening their swords, tongues of fire formed a circle at their feet, and they could feel the heat seeping into their trousers and boots.

So the blade of the sword slammed haphazardly at the young man—but he quickly dodged every blade and came to Richard.

"Give up your money, or spare your life. He said calmly.

Richard's legs went limp, and he watched as a man-tall tongue of flame swelled around the young man, curling his hands, face, and hair, and scorching his hair and well-tied mustache—a warlock, or a madman!

Frightened, Richard was at a loss, and he didn't even know where to throw his sword, let alone take out the Linglong Beast Crystal.

At this time, the two guards finally reacted to this small movement, they stopped, saw a burning flame, knew that the warlock was to blame, and were hesitating to step forward - after all, the casualties of a few civilians in the imperial capital, especially near the slums, were not a big deal.

But to their annoyance, the crowd shouted loudly, "Set fire, kill, warlock!"

The shouts became louder and louder, attracting onlookers from two or three streets, and even some noble sons and ladies with good deeds, who were all squeezing here when they heard the noise.

In order not to be escorted out of the cabin for dereliction of duty, the guards could only walk to the ring of fire.

They made up their minds that if the crazy warlock cast a spell on them, they would calmly evacuate and call for help.

They cautiously stepped over the rolling fire man and drew their swords to point at the tattered young man.

"Stop, what are you doing?" the guard shouted when he was still far away.

"Robbery. The man was still smiling, causing the two guards to shudder. I saw the young man kick the frightened Richard down, took out a well-colored spar from his pocket, shook it in front of the guards, and then raised his hands.

The guards looked at each other, and finally could not resist the gaze of the crowd, and walked towards the madman in front of them. Unexpectedly, this person calmly put his hand on the back of his head and knelt down in front of them. They successfully threw him to the ground, chained him, and carried him into the dungeon.

The cells were damp and dark, the smell of dead rats and excrement was stunning, and they were filled with thieves, robbers, murderers, adulterers, or those who had not paid their debts, all of whom bared their teeth to show their fierceness. When they saw the new criminals with fine skin and tender flesh, they couldn't wait to give him some color.

"Boy, what crime have you committed. "A big man with two broken teeth shook his fist in front of Odin.

The young man did not make a sound, but sat quietly on the haystack closest to the exit of the iron prison.

The big man was enraged - he stayed here for two weeks, waiting for the sentence to be pronounced, transferred to the torture chamber, and then ready to go to the gallows, where every new convict was beaten by him.

"I've killed people, listen, boy, I've been good!" the big man, apparently unable to say anything logical, broke his teeth and leaked into the wind, and slammed his big fist into the thin new prisoner as he roared, "I broke their necks! Listen, it's the neck!"

The punch struck the new prisoner in the chest—not on soft skin, but as if it had hit a hard object, it felt tingling.

The young man remained motionless, not even lifting his eyelids, like a stone statue.

The big man was not convinced, and punched a few more times in a row, and the rest of the prisoners who were watching the excitement thought that this young man was too weak, and the broken teeth were merciful, so they surrounded him in groups with bad intentions, and some even unbuttoned their trouser belts and prepared to pee on the head of the new prisoner.

At that moment, the young man muttered in a whisper in a language they did not understand, and a fire sprang up around him, enveloping him entirely!

"Ah, it's a warlock!" cried out a man who had committed adultery with a little more insight than the rest of the prisoners.

Broken Tooth stopped when he heard this—after all, he had never seen a mage, and he was only the head of an old and weak cleaner, and no matter how stupid he was, he knew that his fist had just smashed into a person he didn't mess with.

"You've made a mistake...... What crime?" The curious criminal used an honorific.

"I robbed a group of cavalry and set fire to the city. The young man replied calmly, still not moving, keeping his eyes fixed on the aisle of the cell.

"Great crime, great crime! None of us dared to rob the cavalry!" The criminals instantly felt that their crimes were simply not worth mentioning in front of this mage master.

"Then you are entitled to the King's Dinner!" the sour-smelling prisoners looked at the young man in awe: "If you don't lose your life, you'll be free!"