"Smack!"

Henset, who was tall and bearded, and had a bulging stomach because of long-term drunkenness, slapped the attendant in the face fiercely, spewing wine from his mouth, and shouted in a violent voice:

"You waste, you have betrayed my trust and disgraced the face of the Kingdom of Kodwin."

"It's been three months, I've given you three months, and you can't find any news about that bastard mercenary."

"That guy is a mercenary, he always has to eat, sleep, and find women, he can't live alone in the wilderness, he always has to buy supplies, he always has to come into contact with people."

"Even if it's a pig, you should be able to find his clues in such a long time."

"You guys aren't even as good as pigs, stupider than non-human race mongrels."

The slapped-in attendant was also very aggrieved, first of all, this matter was not managed by him, he was just a messenger, and secondly, about the news of this Dante, he would report it every other week, and each report would be exchanged for a beating, which was simply the king's punching bag.

However, even if it was a grievance, this attendant did not dare to speak up or justify, since the count, who was regarded as a distant relative of the king, was slaughtered by the human mercenary Dante at his banquet, there have been several servants in the palace, for inexplicable reasons, angered King Henset, and then the king was put in prison on trumped-up charges and sentenced to more than ten years in prison.

He didn't want to follow in the footsteps of these unlucky people because he said the wrong thing.

And when Hensett saw that the squire, like a piece of wood, had no reaction after being slapped in the face, and stepped forward to make up for it, but there was still no feedback, he suddenly felt bored in his heart, so he didn't do anything more, shook his fat body back to the table, picked up a large glass of spirits, and poured it down in one gulp.

As the liquor entered his stomach, a hot sensation continued to rise from his stomach, trickled down his throat, and rushed into his brain, making his already rather irritable mood cloudy, and his brain, which was not enough because of the alcohol, became a little blurred because of the alcohol, and his mind was empty, as if all his troubles had been removed from him.

Just as Hensett was burping, a little unsatisfied, and about to take a few more sips, the duck-like voice of the palace director suddenly reached his ears, interrupting his enjoyment.

"Your Excellency, the two Warlock Gentlemen sent by the Warlock Brotherhood have arrived at your palace and are waiting for your reception."

"They will accompany you on a hunting trip today, and the other noble knights are already waiting in the hunting grounds, waiting for your arrival."

Henset, who was originally quite irritated because he was interrupted by the voice, heard this, and patted his forehead a little abruptly, ha, yes, today is the day when he and some big nobles in the kingdom agreed to hunt together.

The nobles he made an appointment with this time were all the same as him, quite disgusted with the inhuman race, and the supporters who agreed with him to clean up the garbage of the inhuman race in the kingdom and establish a pure-blooded human kingdom were all firmly embraced by him, and in a sense, they were staunch royalists.

Therefore, Hensett still attaches great importance to this hunting celebration to win over the nobles, otherwise at this time on weekdays, he would have found a few beautiful prostitutes and played with women while drinking.

However, with the experience of the last time the human mercenary Dante entered the banquet, this hunting celebration, in order to ensure that there is no safety hazard, Hensette not only summoned three hundred armored knights as escorts, in addition to his royal advisor Siel de Tanzavier, but also two warlocks sent by the Warlock Brotherhood to capture the mercenary Dante, will participate in this hunting celebration.

If that human mercenary doesn't cause trouble, once he finds his tracks, he can definitely be caught or killed directly.

Thinking of this, Hensett snorted and shouted to the palace director:

"I haven't moved my muscles for a long time to get the servants to change my clothes, and this time I'm going to hunt a winter bear and hang its head on my study."

Now is the season when the bears end their hibernation and come out to feed, and if you are lucky, it is easy to find the traces of those winter bears.

With this in mind, Hensett soon came to the hunting camp outside the city with a large group of men and horses, together with the servants, warlocks, and guards in the court.

Throughout the camp, colorful and gorgeous tents abound, neatly arranged together, and the heraldic flags of various nobles fluttered in the wind, which looked very imposing.

Counting the elite knights arranged by Hensett, the servants and guards brought by the major nobles, the total number of combatants in the entire camp is more than 1,000, and the number of cavalry exceeds 800, and most of them are elite knights in iron armor, just in terms of combat effectiveness, it is enough to capture a small city.

In the gorgeous king's tent, Hensette sat on the main seat in the center of the tent, and two rows of nobles from the major families sat below, and the three warlocks did not sit with these nobles, but sat alone in a small tent not far from the king's tent, whispering their information, while using magic props, listening to the conversation in the king's tent.

Hill, as the host, was the first to ask:

"Lady Fannell, you and Mr. Ishyde have already been to the two places where the soldiers were slaughtered, do you have any special information about the human mercenary Dante?"

The sorceress known as Van Nill has beautiful brown hair, an upper-average appearance, and an elegant temperament, and looks like a scholar, she is a member of the Warlock Brotherhood, but she does not serve as a royal advisor in any country, and belongs to the kind of freelance members who have their own research projects.

After listening to Schill's questioning, the sorceress took out a notebook, and on the first page of the opening was a colorful oil drawing, exactly the same as Wayne's transformed Dante's appearance, and there was a detailed description below, writing a lot of characteristics about Dante's body shape and appearance, including height, weight, skin color, hair color, and the weapons and equipment used, etc., which were absolutely clear and accurate.

With a wave of her hand, she made a copy of the portrait and information, handed it to Schill's hand, and said:

"This is what we put together from those survivors and some clues at the scene, and there should be no mistakes or omissions about the appearance and characteristics of this criminal after many comparisons."

"Compared to the wanted notices you posted, this portrait can better help you catch the criminal."

"And according to the wounds of the deceased, the characteristics of the death, and the description of some survivors."

"We can probably be sure that this mercenary named Dante is proficient in stealth magic, and can also use a large lightning spell, as well as a strange spell to create a doppelganger phantom, and his physical combat ability is also very strong, far beyond the scope of ordinary humans, and the equipment on his body is definitely armed above the level of magic equipment."

"In terms of combat effectiveness alone, I'm afraid it's already worth an elite army of one to five hundred people."

"To sum up, this is a powerful enemy with both spell-casting and physical combat abilities, and I'm afraid it can already be compared to the adults in the Supreme Council."

"If we only rely on the strength of our two warlocks, it is basically impossible to defeat him head-on, and we must rely on the encirclement and suppression of the army to create opportunities for us to cast spells."

Speaking of this, Van Nill and Ishude glanced at each other, then looked at Schill, and said helplessly:

"To be honest, Schill, this person is difficult to deal with, extremely dangerous, not something that we warlocks who are not good at fighting can solve, the two of us are ready to give up this mission and return to the Brotherhood to ask for support, or change the staff."

"If this person still has the Demon Blocking Gold Equipment on him, an ordinary warlock is no match for him at all."

Ishud also said:

"And according to our intelligence, most of this mercenary's actions are to save the non-human race, and the number of Corvind's soldiers who have died at his hands has exceeded six hundred."

"It's hard to imagine that such a strong person has not heard anything before, we asked those old mercenaries who have been in the mercenary world for many years, and they have never heard the name of this man named Dante at all."

"So, it can't be ruled out that this is a fake name, or that this Dante does not belong to the northern mercenaries at all, but a human from elsewhere, maybe he is not a mercenary, but a spellcaster like us, with many spells that we don't know about."

"Of course, there are other possibilities, there are too many possibilities, but it is certainly not an accident that he specializes in sabotaging the Kodwin Kingdom, and it is inseparable from the previous two inhuman racial liquidations, maybe he was hired by some members of the inhuman race to take revenge on the Kodwin Kingdom."

After listening to the analysis of the two fellow warlocks, Ciel also frowned, this mercenary named Dante was more troublesome than she imagined, and if she could, she didn't want to be an enemy of such a strong person.

And Hensett, as his nickname, was a wild boar, and a stupid boar, and the king certainly did not give up his ideas, and seldom listened to the persuasion of the royal advisers, and always insisted on going his own way, even if he had been warned many times.

The inhuman race in the kingdom has always been a thorn in his side, and it seems that the contradiction between the two is basically impossible to resolve.

Schill's fingers tapped the gold bracelet on his hand, and after thinking for more than ten seconds, he said:

"Seek support from the Order in advance, and tell the members of the Supreme Council that they need to intervene in this matter, and I will increase the bounty on Dante to attract more mercenaries to deal with him."

"As long as I find out his whereabouts, I will shoot with you, and the cavalry of the brown cavalry battalion sent to act together, this is an elite light cavalry unit, marching extremely fast, not afraid of death, as long as they catch the tail, that guy named Dante will definitely not be able to escape."

While the three warlocks were discussing the matter of the human mercenary Dante, Hensette was also holding a wine glass, drinking with the nobles who firmly supported his ideas, discussing some small details, such as how to pass some laws to exploit more of the property of the inhuman race.

And no one noticed that at this time there was already an uninvited guest, wearing an invisible cloak, standing in the corner of the splendid king's tent, listening with great interest to these fat-brained nobles, discussing how to expel the inhuman inhabitants, and usurp their property, or how to strangle them as bandits.

I'm afraid these people would never have imagined that Dante, the mercenary who appeared in their mouth from time to time, was looking at everyone present with a playful gaze.

After three rounds of drinking, Hensett burped, then pushed away the attendants who had stepped forward to support him, and shouted to the red-faced nobles below who were all drunk:

"Well, gentlemen, the wine has been drunk and the meat has been eaten, and it is time for you to show your skills."

"In this hunt, whoever can hunt the greatest prey will be richly rewarded, with a prize of three thousand ducats, and if he does not already have a knighthood, I will canonize him as a knight and promote him to a noble."

With Hensett's promise, cheers rang out throughout the tent.

For those great nobles, a knighthood is nothing, but for those soldiers and warriors, a knighthood is their life's goal.

Therefore, all the soldiers present cheered excitedly, shouting the king's name, as if they were willing to sacrifice their lives for the king, such a popular performance, which Hensett enjoyed quite a lot.

He was a rather rude man, who sometimes preferred to stay in the barracks, playing prostitutes, boxing, and gambling with the soldiers than in the lavish palace and dealing with trivial matters.

For him, only violence, killing, and territorial expansion were the causes he pursued.

And just when the king was a little complacent, he was ready to take his staunch supporters to the forest to show his strength and have a hearty hunt.

Wayne had quietly moved behind the king, and at the same time stretched out his right hand and unleashed the curse of luck on the king's back.

Bite! Cast the Curse of Luck on the target, gaining Luck 19, and the target is Luck -20 at this time.

Get Lucky 19!

It seems that this king is even more unlucky than the rich merchant who turned into a vegetative person last time, and he directly sucked nineteen points of luck, and this time his luck became minus twenty.

I don't know what kind of bad luck will be caused by the luck of minus twenty.

As that invisible force was inhaled into his body, Wayne noticed that Hensett's face, which had been flushed, had become a little pale and lost some of its luster at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, the king was only in his thirties, and although his body was a little weak because of alcoholism, he did not suffer a stroke due to heart problems like the fat rich merchant.

Hensett didn't notice his abnormality, he stepped out of the tent with his right foot, but, as soon as he took a step, he suddenly shivered, and a urge to urinate came to him uncontrollably, with the warm feeling in the crotch, Hensett's old face flushed, he didn't expect that he actually peed his crotch because of drunkenness.

Thankfully, it was early spring, and it was cold in Kodwin, and everyone was wearing thick clothes and armor, and although the warm feeling flowed down the crotch to his trouser legs, there was nothing unusual about it from the outside.

Hensett kept his composure, he had just shouted the slogan of departure, and if there was something to leave, it would certainly not be appropriate to leave, and he was ready to wait until the other nobles had dispersed before dealing with the trouser problem.

However, his doom had only just begun, when the nobles and knights had mounted their horses, and His Majesty had dragged his somewhat wet crotch over his horse and sat on his favorite fiery horse.

Who knew that this fierce horse, which had been tamed by him for many years, suddenly went berserk for some reason, first cocked the back half of his body, and kicked the head of a count next to him, causing a burst of confusion.

Then with a hiss, he raised his upper body and slammed the noble king on top of him to the ground.

If it weren't for the fact that a general beside him saw that something was wrong, and his fist wearing iron gloves struck the head of the fierce horse, hammering it to the ground, maybe its hard horseshoes would have fallen the king's chest.

With the help of his attendant, Hencette got up with palpitations, and pointed at his mount and was about to be angry, when a mare on his right, who was a little flustered because of the confusion, suddenly turned his way, and his butt was directed at him, and with a thud he released a loud fart, and the foul-smelling gas mixed with the warm horse manure sprayed the king in the face, and even into his open mouth because he wanted to scold.

Vomit!!!

The smell of wine mixed with the stench made the king vomit on the ground, and the originally tense muscles instantly relaxed, and Hensett also pulled his pants and let out a loud stinky fart.

Seeing the usually fierce king look so embarrassed, some of the nobles present all forced a smile and clenched their fists to prevent themselves from laughing, otherwise, they would definitely suffer the king's grudge and bring trouble to their own family.

And the owner of the hapless mare, a baron, turned over and dismounted in some haste, fell on one knee, and kept apologizing to the king, and did not dare to look at his monarch and his colleagues, and he could already imagine that after this day, his life would not be easy.

King Hensett is not a magnanimous monarch, and now his own mount has made the king lose so much face in front of the great nobles, not to mention the title in the future, and even his own life may not be saved.

And just as the attendants took the king back to the tent to wash his body, and change his clothes while bathing, the originally clear sky suddenly began to darken clouds, and some noble knights all frowned.

Before they could complain about the damned weather, a thunderbolt came down from the clouds and struck the most splendid king's tent in the camp, then the second, and then the third, and the fourth.

The high-temperature lightning instantly ignited the leather on the tent, and with the help of the wind, the whole tent instantly ignited a fire.

In the time that the noble knights who were waiting outside did not react, Henset, who was naked, bare-assed, red-faced, and angry, was carried out of the burning tent by several personal attendants, leaving a trail of water.

This is a new thing, in front of thousands of nobles, soldiers and servants, the respected king actually walked the bird openly, and what was even more unexpected was that Lord Hensett, who was always so irritable and full of majesty on weekdays, like a black boar, actually had such a snow-white ass.

Such a contrast almost made the nobles present laugh.

However, the majesty of the king still made them stop their rude thoughts, and they could only keep this scene in their hearts forever, and wait until they were old, and then slowly reminisce.

However, just when everyone thought that today's farce was about to end, and the king would not be so unlucky again.

The whole earth suddenly began to shake violently, and before everyone had time to react, the earth shook, and many cracks began to extend on the ground, and a loud rumbling sound reached everyone's ears.

The earthquake came, and it was a big earthquake.

With this awareness, before the soldiers present could react, the knights on horseback were the first to be overturned by their mounts, a large number of horses neighed and began to rampage, the servants cried and ran around, and the king's tent, which was originally burning, was blown up by the strong wind, and more tents were set on fire, and the entire hunting camp fell into an extremely chaotic state in a very short time.

At this time, Hensett, who had been carried by the servants and ran into another tent, suddenly let out a muffled grunt, and the tent above his head collapsed, and the wooden beam smashed his head, knocking the king unconscious in the bath.

But in this confusion, the servants also got carried away, and only cared about running away to save their lives, leaving their king aside, and no one cared about him.

It wasn't until a few minutes later, when Hill and the others, who were holding the magic shield and using magic to move the entire tent, arrived, King Henset had already drunk a large amount of bath water due to a coma, and was unconscious.

On this day, the originally vigorous aristocratic hunting celebration was not successfully held, and this unknown earthquake caused the entire kingdom to fall into another kind of earthquake.

(End of chapter)