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Chapter 221: The King’s Grand Banquet
🕑 Added 2025-05-17 13:01:33 +0000 UTC
Aside from the strange young man, everyone else was gathered in groups, discussing among themselves.
"The seventh King is about to arrive. The banquet should start soon. I wonder what kind of person the seventh King is."
"I can't say much about his personality, but from the photos, he looks too young. To have such immense strength and battle experience at this age, it's really astonishing."
"Yeah, that battle, it really got my blood pumping. It's been a long time since I've felt that way."
Everyone was praising Blake, showering him with flattery, even though he wasn't present.
"Speaking of power, everyone knows that the seventh King defeated the Sea God Poseidon. But before the seventh King became a Campione, something else happened. Do you know about it?"
A leader of a recently brought magic society, under Doni’s orders, said mysteriously to the surrounding noblemen and aristocrats.
"Hmm? What else did the seventh King do before becoming a Campione?"
Hearing this, someone immediately asked curiously.
"Just remember it in your heart."
Seeing that everyone was focused on him, the middle-aged leader couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Usually, his position among his peers was only average.
"Ahem, actually, there's news that about 20 days ago, the seventh King already defeated the Marquis of Voban and made him flee in disgrace."
The middle-aged leader didn’t tease any longer and, with deep respect, revealed this news.
"Hah!"
Upon hearing this, everyone around widened their eyes, glancing at each other in shock, no longer maintaining their previous composure and aristocratic aura.
The Marquis of Voban, one of the oldest and most powerful Campione in recent times, was actually defeated by the seventh King just half a month ago!
They didn't doubt the middle-aged man's words, as Blake's previously displayed strength was enough to crush everything.
Thinking about it, everyone's hearts began to race. While there were seven Campiones, they had never fought against each other, so it was impossible to tell who was the strongest. There had been rumors that the Marquis of Voban was the strongest, but he was already defeated by the seventh King before he even became a Campione. This made it easy to imagine just how strong the seventh King was now that he had attained that title.
This scene was playing out in various places, making the atmosphere incredibly lively. People were gasping in awe and praising Blake.
Only the mysterious young man frowned and said nothing. However, in his heart, from not caring about Blake, he had now firmly remembered him.
The Marquis of Voban, his master's old rival, was unexpectedly defeated by the seventh King before he even became a Campione. This caused the young man to lose some of his faith in his fearsome master.
Crack—
At that moment, the grand doors of the hall were suddenly pushed open, and the venue immediately quieted down. Everyone turned their eyes to the entrance with awe.
There, walking in with a composed stride, wearing a perfectly fitting suit, with silver hair flowing and an air of nobility was Blake. He walked along the red carpet toward the innermost part of the hall.
Behind him was Diana, also dressed in formal attire.
"This is the seventh King. His presence, indeed, is unlike any other."
As Blake walked along the red carpet with an unhurried pace, all the noblemen and aristocrats in the hall fixed their gazes on him. They couldn't help but show admiring expressions. The women from powerful families, princesses, and young ladies looked at him with looks of infatuation.
In terms of identity and status, Blake was the world-shocking seventh King, and he was the most unique one.
As for his strength, no need to mention. He defeated the Marquis of Voban and Poseidon, and in their hearts, he had already become the epitome of the strongest.
His appearance was also above all others, with a natural kingly aura that outshone the noblemen and aristocrats here.
When all these halos gathered together, it was enough to make any young woman’s heart race.
However, the eyes of the people around, filled with awe and admiration, didn't cause any change in Blake’s expression.
The revelation of his strength and identity naturally made others go from skepticism to awe. He was well aware of this principle. As for the women’s admiration, it mattered little to him. Though they were beautiful, seductive, and could easily be bedded with a simple gesture, it was ultimately meaningless to him without any emotional foundation.
...
For such women, he had no interest.
The short walk along the red carpet quickly came to an end. Blake stood calmly on the splendid high platform at the innermost part of the hall. He picked up the microphone, facing the respectful gazes of all the noblemen and high-ranking members of various factions, and spoke nonchalantly.
“Let’s stop the small talk, and get started.”
“Lord Blake, congratulations on becoming the Seventh Campione!”
The moment Blake finished speaking, everyone immediately knelt on one knee and stood up shouting, their voices reverberating through the hall.
Among these people, even the mysterious young man in the corner knelt on one knee. From hearing about Blake’s achievements to seeing his true appearance, he felt a sense of awe. He could not help but perform the ritual for the king.
…………
“Hmm, get up. I dislike complicated etiquettes.”
Upon hearing this, Blake spoke indifferently.
“Ah... Lord Blake, we understand.”
Hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment, then they stood up with a wry smile. The young girls, however, looked at him with even more admiration.
After quickly finishing the formalities, Blake casually walked down from the dazzling stage, and the banquet officially began.
However, despite the lively conversations, everyone’s eyes were still on Blake, who was sitting alone at a table, calmly holding a glass of wine.
They wanted to approach and chat, but they were unsure of Blake’s personality. They feared that one wrong move would offend the Seventh King, and that would be disastrous. After all, from his earlier behavior, it was clear that the Seventh King disliked complicated matters and had a rather cold demeanor.
As for the factions who had experienced Blake’s power, they were also deep in thought.
As a result, all the aristocrats and leaders of factions could only helplessly hold their gift boxes, not daring to approach. The atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
“King, I have something to discuss with you.”
Breaking the awkward silence was Diana. With graceful movements, she approached Blake, and after a solemn bow, she spoke with great seriousness.
This caused everyone to focus their attention on her with rapt attention.
