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Chapter 220: The Mysterious Young Man
🕑 Added 2025-05-16 13:13:11 +0000 UTC
"This is troublesome."
Looking at Erica, who was unconscious and mumbling, Blake felt somewhat awkward. Not only did he make Erica like this, but now Lily and Yuri had also seen it, making it difficult to explain later.
Ding
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At that moment, a system prompt echoed in Blake's mind, causing his eyes to twitch.
"King... please, release me."
As Blake remained silent, Erica finally regained her senses from the strange sensation, turning her head to show her flushed, delicate face and muttering.
"Ah, okay."
In response, Blake quickly withdrew his hand from pressing on Erica's back.
"King, I-I’ll leave now."
The moment Blake let go, Erica swiftly climbed up, adjusting her skirt and awkwardly rushing towards the door, slamming it shut with a loud bang.
"Is that... a...?!"
Although Erica was fast, Blake still clearly saw a slight trace of moisture on the side of her leg from under her skirt, leaving him speechless.
He had impulsively slapped a butt... and it resulted in this. If this got out, he'd definitely be labeled a pervert. Moreover, with Erica’s age, being thrown in prison was a possibility. Of course, that was assuming someone had the guts and ability to catch him.
"Ha, I need to calm down."
Blake sighed, giving a wry smile, and after a moment, he composed himself and walked outside.
However, neither Liliana nor Yuri were at the door. They had clearly been shocked. The only other person there was the commander of the Bronze Black Cross, Diana.
"King, you’ve finally awakened. How is your condition?"
Diana slightly bowed, showing the utmost respect as she inquired.
"Mm, thank you for your concern. I’m feeling quite well now. By the way, how many days was I unconscious?"
Upon hearing this, Blake nodded and accepted Diana's respectful tone without any discomfort or odd feelings. He just calmly accepted it.
"Three days. After the king successfully killed Poseidon, the Sea God, you sank to the bottom of the Aegean Sea. It took us quite a while to rescue you."
Upon hearing this, Diana quickly replied, her tone filled with deep reverence. The pressure at the bottom of the Aegean Sea was unimaginable, and they had used many methods to descend. Yet, even though Blake had been unconscious, he had protected himself effortlessly with a barrier, a type of magic they had never seen before.
"I see. Thank you for your hard work."
Blake pondered for a moment before smiling.
"King, you need not thank us. It’s our duty."
Hearing this, Diana quickly waved her hand, feeling a bit flattered.
"By the way, King, we have gathered the leaders of the Magic Society here. We want to hold a birth feast to celebrate the king becoming the seventh Campione. What do you think?"
Then, Diana quickly revealed her true purpose, cautiously asking for Blake's opinion. The battle from three days ago had been earth-shattering, and many powerful nations and factions had witnessed this extraordinary fight through satellites and other means. Naturally, they knew about the birth of the seventh king.
Therefore, in addition to the leaders that Sword King could summon, many other powerful faction leaders had also arrived. It could be said that anyone the Bronze Black Cross bumped into now would likely scare ordinary people to death.
"A birth feast? It’s really a troublesome affair."
After Diana explained everything clearly, Blake couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, then said in a disgusted tone.
He genuinely disliked upper-class aristocratic events. After all, it required putting on a fake smile and greeting people all around. Especially as the host of the banquet, it was enough to make him twitch with laughter after the whole event.
"Your Majesty, you only need to make an appearance. It won't be too troublesome."
Noticing Blake's impatience, Diana couldn't help but smile wryly.
"In that case, let's get it over with."
Upon hearing this, Blake pondered for a moment, then finally agreed. He could already tell that if he ignored these people, there would surely be some commotion within the Bronze Black Cross.
Blake still had a good impression of the Bronze Black Cross. After all, it was Lily's home. Furthermore, the Bronze Black Cross had taken great care of him for so long, so he didn't mind helping with this small matter.
"Thank you for your understanding, Your Majesty!"
When Diana saw Blake agree, a look of joy appeared on her face, and she quickly bowed to express her gratitude.
"Since the banquet is about to start, let's hurry and get it over with. Otherwise, it would be troublesome if a certain fool shows up."
Blake shook his head and then spoke to Diana. He hadn't sensed Doni's presence yet, but judging from Doni's personality, Blake guessed that he was probably somewhere else, too lazy to wait. If that guy found out he had woken up, he would most likely start loudly talking about wanting a duel.
"I understand. Your Majesty, please follow me, and let's get you changed first."
Upon hearing this, Diana quickly led the way while using a transmission magic to contact the maid and notify them of some things.
.............
As Blake and Diana walked, in the extravagantly decorated great hall, there were many seats, arranged in a very clever manner, filled with drinks and food, as luxurious as possible. In this grand hall, there were people dressed in fine clothing and leather, both men and women, each carrying a strong aura of nobility or being high-ranking individuals.
Clearly, those staying here were either noblemen and aristocrats from great nations or the leaders of large magic societies. Ordinary members of medium or small magic societies wouldn't be eligible to stay here.
At this moment, they were divided into unique small circles, continuously discussing matters regarding Blake. Just now, they had received the news that Blake had woken up, and the banquet had officially begun.
As a result, the atmosphere was incredibly lively.
Among these people, there was only one young man with jet-black hair, wearing simple clothing but exuding an unbelievably strong aura, sitting in an odd manner at a table in the corner, completely ignoring the disdainful and fearful gazes of others. He ate and drank alone, silently staring at the distant entrance of the hall.
"The seventh King has been targeted by my master. You really are unlucky."
As he ate and drank, his eyes flashed with a strange light, and he muttered to himself. His tone showed complete indifference to the identity of the Campione!
