War and peace, the eternal contradictions, are inseparable entities. Long periods of peace will inevitably lead to bloody and brutal wars, and after chaotic battles, a period of peaceful prosperity will follow.
The Kamira Continent revolves according to the irresistible laws of nature, war and peace, peace and war.
"Leins, are you ready? It's about to start burning! Hurry up!" The bald, fat old man shouted at the strong young man who was busy cutting vegetables.
"I just finished cutting, damn it!" Leins didn't even have time to wipe off the sweat, letting it flow down his cheeks and neck, soaking his shirt.
It has been eighteen years since Leins and his father wandered around. When he was five years old, they came to the Delanpat Imperial City. Because of his father's extraordinary culinary skills, they were recruited into the palace and settled down. Since childhood, his father taught him the art of cooking, and after years of hard practice, he had learned about seventy to eighty percent of it. During the day, he helped his father with the ingredients, and at night, he helped guard the National Library. He had seen a lot of miscellaneous things there. After his father passed away three years ago, he stayed in the palace kitchen to help out. Bringing back his wandering thoughts, Leins glanced around at the busy chefs and said, "Looks like today is a big day."
The Kamira Continent is a large continent where various races live together, including humans, elves, dwarves, half-orcs, and so on. In order to compete for control of the continent, the various races occasionally engage in wars. After countless bloody battles, humans have occupied most of the land and established five kingdoms: Liges, Miduya, Hamit, Kradok, and Delanpat. Other races were forced to move to the outskirts of the continent. The Elven Kingdom of Endurra Forest in the south, the Dwarven Kingdom of the Arm of the Gods Mountains, and the Orcish territory across the Miduya Sea are located. Other small races are scattered in the deep mountains and deserts of the continent, while the fertile plains are under the control of humans.
In the year 1390 of the Creation Calendar, the Creation Calendar was established to commemorate the human conquest of the continent. Today is the anniversary of the day when the human army occupied the continent and achieved final victory. The Imperial City of Oak in Delanpat is also immersed in a festive atmosphere. Emperor Gussman III has summoned all the royal relatives and ministers to hold a grand celebration in the palace. The busy work in the royal kitchen is also to be expected.
Dishes of delicious food were brought out by the palace maids, and in the central hall of the palace banquet, more than forty beautiful dancers from various countries swayed their hips and arms to the lively music, performing joyful dances.
"Come, my dear ministers, let's toast to the great empire, to Delanpat!" Gussman III, who was over sixty years old, raised his wine glass high and drank it in one gulp, laughing heartily.
Gussman III has been in power for more than thirty years, without any merits or demerits, maintaining the status quo. He maintained good relations with other countries and developed production internally. Due to the lack of wars with other countries, the country was prosperous and stable. Although he couldn't be considered a great emperor, he was still a good one in the eyes of the people. As long as the common people could eat well and live without worries, they would be satisfied. So Gussman III was considered a pretty good emperor in the eyes of the people.
"Dear father, I have prepared a small gift for you, to present to you!" Prince Ali, dressed in a gorgeous warrior outfit, respectfully placed a large plate with a silver cover on the table in front of Gussman III.
Gussman III uncovered the silver plate, but his face turned pale and he sat down on the ground. Inside the plate was not something else, but the severed head of the fourth prince, Yagu.
"Hahaha, Father, how do you like this gift?" Ali laughed wildly at the terrified Gussman III.
"Capture this beast!" Gussman III angrily shouted, pointing at Ali.
Hundreds of imperial guards rushed into the hall, drawing their weapons not at Prince Ali, but at Gussman III.
Gussman III, full of suspicion, looked at the swords and spears pointed at him, his voice trembling, pointing at the leading general among the imperial guards, "Rudolf, are you planning a rebellion?"
"Oh dear Father, don't you understand? This world belongs to me, Ali! Kill them all!" Ali laughed arrogantly at the trembling Gussman III.
"Quick, run!" Several loyal generals and ministers led the few remaining guards and stood in front of Gussman III. The secretary, Hoot, helped Gussman III up and hurriedly fled towards the inner palace. The palace became chaotic, with fleeing ministers and palace maids forming a chaotic crowd, running around not knowing where to go for safety.
Hoot carried the injured Gussman III on his back and led a few guards towards the deepest part of the palace. When he saw soldiers of the rebellion ahead, he let out his loyalty to His Majesty and his anger towards the rebels on these despicable guys.
The rebel soldiers never expected that this old man who always held a quill pen to write had such great strength. Hoot's broadsword was soon stained with the blood of rebel soldiers. In a panic, the rebel soldiers retreated. Hoot let out a victorious roar and stepped forward, using their blood and fear to create a path forward.
In his frantic escape, Hoot finally encountered an opponent - Ada, a fierce general under Rudolf, the commander of the imperial guards. Hoot put Gussman III down and roared as he rushed forward. Hoot's broadsword blocked Ada's heavy axe twelve times in a row, but his hands were numb and sore from the impact.
"Quick, run, Your Majesty!" Hoot knew that he was no match for Ada and urged Gussman III to leave quickly.
"Oh... Hoot, I can't run anymore... This is the key to the secret treasury of the Delanpat Imperial Family... The map is behind it... You must give it to the fifth prince, Yalong, in the city of Kalak... Let him revive the empire... and kill the traitors..." Gussman III handed the royal necklace around his neck to Hoot and pointed to the sky with anger before passing away.
"Hoot... Your Majesty... I'm useless... Let Your Majesty get injured..." Hoot fell to his knees beside Gussman III, tears streaming down his face, blaming himself incessantly.
"Is... is that you, Hoot?"
"Your Majesty! I'm... useless... I let Your Majesty get hurt..."
"Hoot... I know... I won't make it... This is the key to the secret treasury of the Delanpat Imperial Family... The map is behind it... You must give it to Yalong, the fifth prince in the city of Kalak... Let him revive the empire... and kill the traitors..." Gussman III handed the royal necklace around his neck to Hoot and pointed to the sky before passing away.
"Your Majesty... Hoot... Uncle Hoot... Are you okay?" Leins hurriedly ran to Hoot's side and anxiously asked, supporting him.
"I just... finished cutting... damn it!" Leins didn't even have time to wipe off the sweat, letting it flow down his cheeks and neck, soaking his shirt.
It has been eighteen years since Leins and his father wandered around. When he was five years old, they came to the Delanpat Imperial City. Because of his father's extraordinary culinary skills, they were recruited into the palace and settled down. Since childhood, his father taught him the art of cooking, and after years of hard practice, he had learned about seventy to eighty percent of it. During the day, he helped his father with the ingredients, and at night, he helped guard the National Library. He had seen a lot of miscellaneous things there. After his father passed away three years ago, he stayed in the palace kitchen to help out. Bringing back his wandering thoughts, Leins glanced around at the busy chefs and said, "Looks like today is a big day."
The Kamira Continent is a large continent where various races live together, including humans, elves, dwarves, half-orcs, and so on. In order to compete for control of the continent, the various races occasionally engage in wars. After countless bloody battles, humans have occupied most of the land and established five kingdoms: Liges, Miduya, Hamit, Kradok, and Delanpat. Other races were forced to move to the outskirts of the continent. The Elven Kingdom of Endurra Forest in the south, the Dwarven Kingdom of the Arm of the Gods Mountains, and the Orcish territory across the Miduya Sea are located. Other small races are scattered in the deep mountains and deserts of the continent, while the fertile plains are under the control of humans.
In the year 1390 of the Creation Calendar, the Creation Calendar was established to commemorate the human conquest of the continent. Today is the anniversary of the day when the human army occupied the continent and achieved final victory. The Imperial City of Oak in Delanpat is also immersed in a festive atmosphere. Emperor Gussman III has summoned all the royal relatives and ministers to hold a grand celebration in the palace. The busy work in the royal kitchen is also to be expected.
Dishes of delicious food were brought out by the palace maids, and in the central hall of the palace banquet, more than forty beautiful dancers from various countries swayed their hips and arms to the lively music, performing joyful dances.
"Come, my dear ministers, let's toast to the great empire, to Delanpat!" Gussman III, who was over sixty years old, raised his wine glass high and drank it in one gulp, laughing heartily.
Gussman III has been in power for more than thirty years, without any merits or demerits, maintaining the status quo. He maintained good relations with other countries and developed production internally. Due to the lack of wars with other countries, the country was prosperous and stable. Although he couldn't be considered a great emperor, he was still a good one in the eyes of the people. As long as the common people could eat well and live without worries, they would be satisfied. So Gussman III was considered a pretty good emperor in the eyes of the people.
"Dear father, I have prepared a small gift for you, to present to you!" Prince Ali, dressed in a gorgeous warrior outfit, respectfully placed a large plate with a silver cover on the table in front of Gussman III.
Gussman III uncovered the silver plate, but his face turned pale and he sat down on the ground. Inside the plate was not something else, but the severed head of the fourth prince, Yagu.
"Hahaha, Father, how do you like this gift?" Ali laughed wildly at the terrified Gussman III.
"Capture this beast!" Gussman III angrily shouted, pointing at Ali.
Hundreds of imperial guards rushed into the hall, drawing their weapons not at Prince Ali, but at Gussman III.
Gussman III, full of suspicion, looked at the swords and spears pointed at him, his voice trembling, pointing at the leading general among the imperial guards, "Rudolf, are you planning a rebellion?"
"Oh dear Father, don't you understand? This world belongs to me, Ali! Kill them all!" Ali laughed arrogantly at the trembling Gussman III.
"Quick, run!" Several loyal generals and ministers led the few remaining guards and stood in front of Gussman III. The secretary, Hoot, helped Gussman III up and hurriedly fled towards the inner palace. The palace became chaotic, with fleeing ministers and palace maids forming a chaotic crowd, running around not knowing where to go for safety.
Hoot carried the injured Gussman III on his back and led a few guards towards the deepest part of the palace. When he saw soldiers of the rebellion ahead, he let out his loyalty to His Majesty and his anger towards the rebels on these despicable guys.
The rebel soldiers never expected that this old man who always held a quill pen to write had such great strength. Hoot's broadsword was soon stained with the blood of rebel soldiers. In a panic, the rebel soldiers retreated. Hoot let out a victorious roar and stepped forward, using their blood and fear to create a path forward.
In his frantic escape, Hoot finally encountered an opponent - Ada, a fierce general under Rudolf, the commander of the imperial guards. Hoot put Gussman III down and roared as he rushed forward. Hoot's broadsword blocked Ada's heavy axe twelve times in a row, but his hands were numb and sore from the impact.
"Quick, run, Your Majesty!" Hoot knew that he was no match for Ada and urged Gussman III to leave quickly.
"Oh... Hoot, I can't run anymore... This is the key to the secret treasury of the Delanpat Imperial Family... The map is behind it... You must give it to the fifth prince, Yalong, in the city of Kalak... Let him revive the empire... and kill the traitors..." Gussman III handed the royal necklace around his neck to Hoot and pointed to the sky with anger before passing away.
"Hoot... Your Majesty... I'm useless... Let Your Majesty get injured..." Hoot fell to his knees beside Gussman III, tears streaming down his face, blaming himself incessantly.
"Is... is that you, Hoot?"
"Your Majesty! I'm... useless... I let Your Majesty get hurt..."
"Hoot... I know... I won't make it... This is the key to the secret treasury of the Delanpat Imperial Family... The map is behind it... You must give it to Yalong, the fifth prince in the city of Kalak... Let him revive the empire... and kill the traitors..." Gussman III handed the royal necklace around his neck to Hoot and pointed to the sky before passing away.
"Your Majesty... Hoot... Uncle Hoot... Are you okay?" Leins hurriedly ran to Hoot's side and anxiously asked, supporting him.
"I just... finished cutting... damn it!" Leins didn't even have time to wipe off the sweat, letting it flow down his cheeks and neck, soaking his shirt.
It has been eighteen years since Leins and his father wandered around. When he was five years old, they came to the Delanpat Imperial City. Because of his father's extraordinary culinary skills, they were recruited into the palace and settled down. Since childhood, his father taught him the art of cooking, and after years of hard practice, he had learned about seventy to eighty percent of it. During the day, he helped his father with the ingredients, and at night, he helped guard the National Library. He had seen a lot of miscellaneous things there. After his father passed away three years ago, he stayed in the palace kitchen to help out. Bringing back his wandering thoughts, Leins glanced around at the busy chefs and said, "Looks like today is a big day."
The Kamira Continent is a large continent where various races live together, including humans, elves, dwarves, half-orcs, and so on. In order to compete for control of the continent, the various races occasionally engage in wars. After countless bloody battles, humans have occupied most of the land and established five kingdoms: Liges, Miduya, Hamit, Kradok, and Delanpat. Other races were forced to move to the outskirts of the continent. The Elven Kingdom of Endurra Forest in the south, the Dwarven Kingdom of the Arm of the Gods Mountains, and the Orcish territory across the Miduya Sea are located. Other small races are scattered in the deep mountains and deserts of the continent, while the fertile plains are under the control of humans.
In the year 1390 of the Creation Calendar, the Creation Calendar was established to commemorate the human conquest of the continent. Today is the anniversary of the day when the human army occupied the continent and achieved final victory. The Imperial City of Oak in Delanpat is also immersed in a festive atmosphere. Emperor Gussman III has summoned all the royal relatives and ministers to hold a grand celebration in the palace. The busy work in the royal kitchen is also to be expected.
Dishes of delicious food were brought out by the palace maids, and in the central hall of the palace banquet, more than forty beautiful dancers from various countries swayed their hips and arms to the lively music, performing joyful dances.
"Come, my dear ministers, let's toast to the great empire, to Delanpat!" Gussman III, who was over sixty years old, raised his wine glass high and drank it in one gulp, laughing heartily.
Gussman III has been in power for more than thirty years, without any merits or demerits, maintaining the status quo. He maintained good relations with other countries and developed production internally. Due to the lack of wars with other countries, the country was prosperous and stable. Although he couldn't be considered a great emperor, he was still a good one in the eyes of the people. As long as the common people could eat well and live without worries, they would be satisfied. So Gussman III was considered a pretty good emperor in the eyes of the people.
"Dear father, I have prepared a small gift for you, to present to you!" Prince Ali, dressed in a gorgeous warrior outfit, respectfully placed a large plate with a silver cover on the table in front of Gussman III.
Gussman III uncovered the silver plate, but his face turned pale and he sat down on the ground. Inside the plate was not something else, but the severed head of the fourth prince, Yagu.
"Hahaha, Father, how do you like this gift?" Ali laughed wildly at the terrified Gussman III.
"Capture this beast!" Gussman III angrily shouted, pointing at Ali.
Hundreds of imperial guards rushed into the hall, drawing their weapons not at Prince Ali, but at Gussman III.
Gussman III, full of suspicion, looked at the swords and spears pointed at him, his voice trembling, pointing at the leading general among the imperial guards, "Rudolf, are you planning a rebellion?"
"Oh dear Father, don't you understand? This world belongs to me, Ali! Kill them all!" Ali laughed arrogantly at the trembling Gussman III.
"Quick, run!" Several loyal generals and ministers led the few remaining guards and stood in front of Gussman III. The secretary, Hoot, helped Gussman III up and hurriedly fled towards the inner palace. The palace became chaotic, with fleeing ministers and palace maids forming a chaotic crowd, running around not knowing where to go for safety.
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Hoot carried the injured Gussman III on his back and led a few guards towards the deepest part of the palace. When he saw soldiers of the rebellion ahead, he let out his loyalty to His Majesty and his anger towards the rebels on these despicable guys.
The rebel soldiers never expected that this old man who always held a quill pen to write had such great strength. Hoot's broadsword was soon stained with the blood of rebel soldiers. In a panic, the rebel soldiers retreated. Hoot let out a victorious roar and stepped forward, using their blood and fear to create a path forward.
In his frantic escape, Hoot finally encountered an opponent - Ada, a fierce general under Rudolf, the commander of the imperial guards. Hoot put Gussman III down and roared as he rushed forward. Hoot's broadsword blocked Ada's heavy axe twelve times in a row, but his hands were numb and sore from the impact.
"Quick, run, Your Majesty!" Hoot knew that he was no match for Ada and urged Gussman III to leave quickly.
"Oh... Hoot, I can't run anymore... This is the key to the secret treasury of the Delanpat Imperial Family... The map is behind it... You must give it to the fifth prince, Yalong, in the city of Kalak... Let him revive the empire... and kill the traitors..." Gussman III handed the royal necklace around his neck to Hoot and pointed to the sky with anger before passing away.
"Hoot... Your Majesty... I'm useless... Let Your Majesty get injured..." Hoot fell to his knees beside Gussman III, tears streaming down his face, blaming himself incessantly.
"Is... is that you, Hoot?"
"Your Majesty! I'm... useless... I let Your Majesty get hurt..."
"Hoot... I know... I won't make it... This is the key to the secret treasury of the Delanpat Imperial Family... The map is behind it... You must give it to Yalong, the fifth prince in the city of Kalak... Let him revive the empire... and kill the traitors..." Gussman III handed the royal necklace around his neck to Hoot and pointed to the sky before passing away.
"Your Majesty... Hoot... Uncle Hoot... Are you okay?" Leins hurriedly ran to Hoot's side and anxiously asked, supporting him.
"I just... finished cutting... damn it!" Leins didn't even have time to wipe off the sweat, letting it flow down his cheeks and neck, soaking his shirt.
It has been eighteen years since Leins and his father wandered around. When he was five years old, they came to the Delanpat Imperial City. Because of his father's extraordinary culinary skills, they were recruited into the palace and settled down. Since childhood, his father taught him the art of cooking, and after years of hard practice, he had learned about seventy to eighty percent of it. During the day, he helped his father with the ingredients, and at night, he helped guard the National Library. He had seen a lot of miscellaneous things there. After his father passed away three years ago, he stayed in the palace kitchen to help out. Bringing back his wandering thoughts, Leins glanced around at the busy chefs and said, "Looks like today is a big day."
The Kamira Continent is a large continent where various races live together, including humans, elves, dwarves, half-orcs, and so on. In order to compete for control of the continent, the various races occasionally engage in wars. After countless bloody battles, humans have occupied most of the land and established five kingdoms: Liges, Miduya, Hamit, Kradok, and Delanpat. Other races were forced to move to the outskirts of the continent. The Elven Kingdom of Endurra Forest in the south, the Dwarven Kingdom of the Arm of the Gods Mountains, and the Orcish territory across the Miduya Sea are located. Other small races are scattered in the deep mountains and deserts of the continent, while the fertile plains are under the control of humans.
In the year 1390 of the Creation Calendar, the Creation Calendar was established to commemorate the human conquest of the continent. Today is the anniversary of the day when the human army occupied the continent and achieved final victory. The Imperial City of Oak in Delanpat is also immersed in a festive atmosphere. Emperor Gussman III has summoned all the royal relatives and ministers to hold a grand celebration in the palace. The busy work in the royal kitchen is also to be expected.
Dishes of delicious food were brought out by the palace maids, and in the central hall of the palace banquet, more than forty beautiful dancers from various countries swayed their hips and arms to the lively music, performing joyful dances.
"Come, my dear ministers, let's toast to the great empire, to Delanpat!" Gussman III, who was over sixty years old, raised his wine glass high and drank it in one gulp, laughing heartily.
Gussman III has been in power for more than thirty years, without any merits or demerits, maintaining the status quo. He maintained good relations with other countries and developed production internally. Due to the lack of wars with other countries, the country was prosperous and stable. Although he couldn't be considered a great emperor, he was still a good one in the eyes of the people. As long as the common people could eat well and live without worries, they would be satisfied. So Gussman III was considered a pretty good emperor in the eyes of the people.
"Dear father, I have prepared a small gift for you, to present to you!" Prince Ali, dressed in a gorgeous warrior outfit, respectfully placed a large plate with a silver cover on the table in front of Gussman III.
Gussman III uncovered the silver plate, but his face turned pale and he sat down on the ground. Inside the plate was not something else, but the severed head of the fourth prince, Yagu.
"Hahaha, Father, how do you like this gift?" Ali laughed wildly at the terrified Gussman III.
"Capture this beast!" Gussman III angrily shouted, pointing at Ali.
Hundreds of imperial guards rushed into the hall, drawing their weapons not at Prince Ali, but at Gussman III.
Gussman III, full of suspicion, looked at the swords and spears pointed at him, his voice trembling, pointing at the leading general among the imperial guards, "Rudolf, are you planning a rebellion?"
"Oh dear Father, don't you understand? This world belongs to me, Ali! Kill them all!" Ali laughed arrogantly at the trembling Gussman III.
"Quick, run!" Several loyal generals and ministers led the few remaining guards and stood in front of Gussman III. The secretary, Hoot, helped Gussman III up and hurriedly fled towards the inner palace. The palace became chaotic, with fleeing ministers and palace maids forming a chaotic crowd, running around not knowing where to go for safety.
Hoot carried the injured Gussman III on his back and led a few guards towards the deepest part of the palace. When he saw soldiers of the rebellion ahead, he let out his loyalty to His Majesty and his anger towards the rebels on these despicable guys.
The rebel soldiers never expected that this old man who always held a quill pen to write had such great strength. Hoot's broadsword was soon stained with the blood of rebel soldiers. In a panic, the rebel soldiers retreated. Hoot let out a victorious roar and stepped forward, using their blood and fear to create a path forward.
In his frantic escape, Hoot finally encountered an opponent - Ada, a fierce general under Rudolf, the commander of the imperial guards. Hoot put Gussman III down and roared as he rushed forward. Hoot's broadsword blocked Ada's heavy axe twelve times in a row, but his hands were numb and sore from the impact.
"Quick, run, Your Majesty!" Hoot knew that he was no match for Ada and urged Gussman III to leave quickly.
"Oh... Hoot, I can't run anymore... This is the key to the secret treasury of the Delanpat Imperial Family... The map is behind it... You must give it to the fifth prince, Yalong, in the city of Kalak... Let him revive the empire... and kill the traitors..." Gussman III handed the royal necklace around his neck to Hoot and pointed to the sky with anger before passing away.
"Hoot... Your Majesty... I'm useless... Let Your Majesty get injured..." Hoot fell to his knees beside Gussman III, tears streaming down his face, blaming himself incessantly.
"Is... is that you, Hoot?"
"Your Majesty! I'm... useless... I let Your Majesty get hurt..."
"Hoot... I know... I won't make it... This is the key to the secret treasury of the Delanpat Imperial Family... The map is behind it... You must give it to Yalong, the fifth prince in the city of Kalak... Let him revive the empire... and kill the traitors..." Gussman III handed the royal necklace around his neck to Hoot and pointed to the sky before passing away.
"Your Majesty... Hoot... Uncle Hoot... Are you okay?" Leins hurriedly ran to Hoot's side and anxiously asked, supporting him.
"I just... finished cutting... damn it!" Leins didn't even have time to wipe off the sweat, letting it flow down his cheeks and neck, soaking his shirt.
It has been eighteen years since Leins and his father wandered around. When he was five years old, they came to the Delanpat Imperial City. Because of his father's extraordinary culinary skills, they were recruited into the palace and settled down. Since childhood, his father taught him the art of cooking, and after years of hard practice, he had learned about seventy to eighty percent of it. During the day, he helped his father with the ingredients, and at night, he helped guard the National Library. He had seen a lot of miscellaneous things there. After his father passed away three years ago, he stayed in the palace kitchen to help out. Bringing back his wandering thoughts, Leins glanced around at the busy chefs and said, "Looks like today is a big day."
The Kamira Continent is a large continent where various races live together, including humans, elves, dwarves, half-orcs, and so on. In order to compete for control of the continent, the various races occasionally engage in wars. After countless bloody battles, humans have occupied most of the land and established five kingdoms: Liges, Miduya, Hamit, Kradok, and Delanpat. Other races were forced to move to the outskirts of the continent. The Elven Kingdom of Endurra Forest in the south, the Dwarven Kingdom of the Arm of the Gods Mountains, and the Orcish territory across the Miduya Sea are located. Other small races are scattered in the deep mountains and deserts of the continent, while the fertile plains are under the control of humans.
In the year 1390 of the Creation Calendar, the Creation Calendar was established to commemorate the human conquest of the continent. Today is the anniversary of the day when the human army occupied the continent and achieved final victory. The Imperial City of Oak in Delanpat is also immersed in a festive atmosphere. Emperor Gussman III has summoned all the royal relatives and ministers to hold a grand celebration in the palace. The busy work in the royal kitchen is also to be expected.
Dishes of delicious food were brought out by the palace maids, and in the central hall of the palace banquet, more than forty beautiful dancers from various countries swayed their hips and arms to the lively music, performing joyful dances.
"Come, my dear ministers, let's toast to the great empire, to Delanpat!" Gussman III, who was over sixty years old, raised his wine glass high and drank it in one gulp, laughing heartily.
Gussman III has been in power for more than thirty years, without any merits or demerits, maintaining the status quo. He maintained good relations with other countries and developed production internally. Due to the lack of wars with other countries, the country was prosperous and stable. Although he couldn't be considered a great emperor, he was still a good one in the eyes of the people. As long as the common people could eat well and live without worries, they would be satisfied. So Gussman III was considered a pretty good emperor in the eyes of the people.
"Dear father, I have prepared a small gift for you, to present to you!" Prince Ali, dressed in a gorgeous warrior outfit, respectfully placed a large plate with a silver cover on the table in front of Gussman III.
Gussman III uncovered the silver plate, but his face turned pale and he sat down on the ground. Inside the plate was not something else, but the severed head of the fourth prince, Yagu.
"Hahaha, Father, how do you like this gift?" Ali laughed wildly at the terrified Gussman III.
"Capture this beast!" Gussman III angrily shouted, pointing at Ali.
Hundreds of imperial guards rushed into the hall, drawing their weapons not at Prince Ali, but at Gussman III.
Gussman III, full of suspicion, looked at the swords and spears pointed at him, his voice trembling, pointing at the leading general among the imperial guards, "Rudolf, are you planning a rebellion?"
"Oh dear Father, don't you understand? This world belongs to me, Ali! Kill them all!" Ali laughed arrogantly at the trembling Gussman III.
"Quick, run!" Several loyal generals and ministers led the few remaining guards and stood in front of Gussman III. The secretary, Hoot, helped Gussman III up and hurriedly fled towards the inner palace. The palace became chaotic, with fleeing ministers and palace maids forming a chaotic crowd, running around not knowing where to go for safety.
Hoot carried the injured Gussman III on his back and led a few guards towards the deepest part of the palace. When he saw soldiers of the rebellion ahead, he let out his loyalty to His Majesty and his anger towards the rebels on these despicable guys.
The rebel soldiers never expected that this old man who always held a quill pen to write had such great strength. Hoot's broadsword was soon stained with the blood of rebel soldiers. In a panic, the rebel soldiers retreated. Hoot let out a victorious roar and stepped forward, using their blood and fear to create a path forward.
In his frantic escape, Hoot finally encountered an opponent - Ada, a fierce general under Rudolf, the commander of the imperial guards. Hoot put Gussman III down and roared as he rushed forward. Hoot's broadsword blocked Ada's heavy axe twelve times in a row, but his hands were numb and sore from the impact.
"Quick, run, Your Majesty!" Hoot knew that he was no match for Ada and urged Gussman III to leave quickly.
"Oh... Hoot, I can't run anymore... This is the key to the secret treasury of the Delanpat Imperial Family... The map is behind it... You must give it to the fifth prince, Yalong, in the city of Kalak... Let him revive the empire... and kill the traitors..." Gussman III handed the royal necklace around his neck to Hoot and pointed to the sky with anger before passing away.
"Hoot... Your Majesty... I'm useless... Let Your Majesty get injured..." Hoot fell to his knees beside Gussman III, tears streaming down his face, blaming himself incessantly.
"Is... is that you, Hoot?"
"Your Majesty! I'm... useless... I let Your Majesty get hurt..."
"Hoot... I know... I won't make it... This is the key to the secret treasury of the Delanpat Imperial Family... The map is behind it... You must give it to Yalong, the fifth prince in the city of Kalak... Let him revive the empire... and kill the traitors..." Gussman III handed the royal necklace around his neck to Hoot and pointed to the sky before passing away.
"Your Majesty... Hoot... Uncle Hoot... Are you okay?" Leins hurriedly ran to Hoot's side and anxiously asked, supporting him.
"I just... finished cutting... damn it!" Leins didn't even have time to wipe off the sweat, letting it flow down his cheeks and neck, soaking his shirt.
It has been eighteen years since Leins and his father wandered around. When he was five years old, they came to the Delanpat Imperial City. Because of his father's extraordinary culinary skills, they were recruited into the palace and settled down. Since childhood, his father taught him the art of cooking, and after years of hard practice, he had learned about seventy to eighty percent of it. During the day, he helped his father with the ingredients, and at night, he helped guard the National Library. He had seen a lot of miscellaneous things there. After his father passed away three years ago, he stayed in the palace kitchen to help out. Bringing back his wandering thoughts, Leins glanced around at the busy chefs and said, "Looks like today is a big day."
The Kamira Continent is a large continent where various races live together, including humans, elves, dwarves, half-orcs, and so on. In order to compete for control of the continent, the various races occasionally engage in wars. After countless bloody battles, humans have occupied most of the land and established five kingdoms: Liges, Miduya, Hamit, Kradok, and Delanpat. Other races were forced to move to the outskirts of the continent. The Elven Kingdom of Endurra Forest in the south, the Dwarven Kingdom of the Arm of the Gods Mountains, and the Orcish territory across the Miduya Sea are located. Other small races are scattered in the deep mountains and deserts of the continent, while the fertile plains are under the control of humans.
In the year 1390 of the Creation Calendar, the Creation Calendar was established to commemorate the human conquest of the continent. Today is the anniversary of the day when the human army occupied the continent and achieved final victory. The Imperial City of Oak in Delanpat is also immersed in a festive atmosphere. Emperor Gussman III has summoned all the royal relatives and ministers to hold a grand celebration in the palace. The busy work in the royal kitchen is also to be expected.
Dishes of delicious food were brought out by the palace maids, and in the central hall of the palace banquet, more than forty beautiful dancers from various countries swayed their hips and arms to the lively music, performing joyful dances.
"Come, my dear ministers, let's toast to the great empire, to Delanpat!" Gussman III, who was over sixty years old, raised his wine glass high and drank it in one gulp, laughing heartily.
Gussman III has been in power for more than thirty years, without any merits or demerits, maintaining the status quo. He maintained good relations with other countries and developed production internally. Due to the lack of wars with other countries, the country was prosperous and stable. Although he couldn't be considered a great emperor, he was still a good one in the eyes of the people. As long as the common people could eat well and live without worries, they would be satisfied. So Gussman III was considered a pretty good emperor in the eyes of the people.
"Dear father, I have prepared a small gift for you, to present to you!" Prince Ali, dressed in a gorgeous warrior outfit, respectfully placed a large plate with a silver cover on the table in front of Gussman III.
Gussman III uncovered the silver plate, but his face turned pale and he sat down on the ground. Inside the plate was not something else, but the severed head of the fourth prince, Yagu.
"Hahaha, Father, how do you like this gift?" Ali laughed wildly at the terrified Gussman III.
"Capture this beast!" Gussman III angrily shouted, pointing at Ali.
Hundreds of imperial guards rushed into the hall, drawing their weapons not at Prince Ali, but at Gussman III.
Gussman III, full of suspicion, looked at the swords and spears pointed at him, his voice trembling, pointing at the leading general among the imperial guards, "Rudolf, are you planning a rebellion?"
"Oh dear Father, don't you understand? This world belongs to me, Ali! Kill them all!" Ali laughed arrogantly at the trembling Gussman III.
"Quick, run!" Several loyal generals and ministers led the few remaining guards and stood in front of Gussman III. The secretary, Hoot, helped Gussman III up and hurriedly fled towards the inner palace. The palace became chaotic, with fleeing ministers and palace maids forming a chaotic crowd, running around not knowing where to go for safety.
Hoot carried the injured Gussman III on his back and led a few guards towards the deepest part of the palace. When he saw soldiers of the rebellion ahead, he let out his loyalty to His Majesty and his anger towards the rebels on these despicable guys.
The rebel soldiers never expected that this old man who always held a quill pen to write had such great strength. Hoot's broadsword was soon stained with the blood of rebel soldiers. In a panic, the rebel soldiers retreated. Hoot let out a victorious roar and stepped forward, using their blood and fear to create a path forward.
In his frantic escape, Hoot finally encountered an opponent - Ada, a fierce general under Rudolf, the commander of the imperial guards. Hoot put Gussman III down and roared as he rushed forward. Hoot's broadsword blocked Ada's heavy axe twelve times in a row, but his hands were numb and sore from the impact.
"Quick, run, Your Majesty!" Hoot knew that he was no match for Ada and urged Gussman III to leave quickly.
"Oh... Hoot, I can't run anymore... This is the key to the secret treasury of the Delanpat Imperial Family... The map is behind it... You must give it to the fifth prince, Yalong, in the city of Kalak... Let him revive the empire... and kill the traitors..." Gussman III handed the royal necklace around his neck to Hoot and pointed to the sky with anger before passing away.
"Hoot... Your Majesty... I'm useless... Let Your Majesty get injured..." Hoot fell to his knees beside Gussman III, tears streaming down his face, blaming himself incessantly.
"Is... is that you, Hoot?"
"Your Majesty! I'm... useless... I let Your Majesty get hurt..."
"Hoot... I know... I won't make it... This is the key to the secret treasury of the Delanpat Imperial Family... The map is behind it... You must give it to Yalong, the fifth prince in the city of Kalak... Let him revive the empire... and kill the traitors..." Gussman III handed the royal necklace around his neck to Hoot and pointed to the sky before passing away.
"Your Majesty... Hoot... Uncle Hoot... Are you okay?" Leins hurriedly ran to Hoot's side and anxiously asked, supporting him.
"It's Lyensis! I don't have anything urgent. Hurry, go and see how His Majesty is doing!" Hoot couldn't wait for Lyensis to say anything and quickly asked him to check on King Guzman III, who was lying under a nearby tree.
Lyensis hurriedly picked up Hoot and walked over to King Guzman III. The king's face was pale, and he was on the verge of death after being struck in the chest during the fight.
"Your Majesty, I am useless," Hoot cried as he fell to King Guzman's side, tears streaming down his face, constantly blaming himself.
"Is... is it Hoot?" King Guzman asked weakly.
"Your Majesty! I am useless. I let you get hurt," Hoot lamented.
"Hoot... I know... I am not going to make it. This is the key map to the secret treasury of the Delanpat dynasty. Give it to Prince Yalong in the city of Karak and ask him to restore the empire and kill the traitors," King Guzman III said, pulling off the royal necklace from his neck and handing it to Hoot, his finger pointing to the sky, filled with anger and determination.
"Your Majesty..." Hoot couldn't bear to see King Guzman III's fierce expression as he passed away.
"Hoot, Uncle Hoot... Your Majesty has passed away. Let's escape from here first," Lyensis said.
"Lyensis... Uncle Hoot is badly injured... I can't run anymore..." Hoot gasped, holding Lyensis' hand.
"Can you... help Uncle Hoot... with one last favor? Lyensis?" Hoot asked.
"Tell me, Uncle Hoot..."
"I want... you... to deliver... this necklace... to Prince Yalong... in the city of Karak... Can you do it?" Hoot pleaded.
"I swear in the name of the War God - Palas, I will definitely deliver it," Lyensis promised.
"Good... good... I believe in you, Lyensis..." Hoot smiled after hearing Lyensis' oath, and then fell into Lyensis' arms.
The king and Uncle Hoot are both dead... I need to escape from the palace first, and then deliver the necklace... Farewell, Your Majesty, Uncle Hoot. Lyensis paid his respects to the two elderly figures lying together and ran towards the royal kitchen. After being a chef for so many years, Lyensis was most familiar with it. The sewage ditch next to the kitchen led directly to the river outside the city. Even though the search outside was intense, it was the only way to slip out unnoticed.
"Your Majesty... King Guzman III's body has been found," Rudolf reported.
"Oh, well done... hehehe... What about the other members of the royal family?" King Ali asked, sitting comfortably on the throne symbolizing the highest honor and power, his eyes filled with a mesmerizing gaze as he looked at Rudolf.
Although Rudolf had been with the Second Prince for a long time, he still couldn't get used to looking into Ali's eyes. In those mesmerizing eyes, he could always sense a hint of murderous intent and coldness.
"The two princesses have already died. I have sent someone to Karak City to kill Prince Yalong before the news arrives," Rudolf replied.
"Good job. From now on, you will be the governor of the city's defenses, General Rudolf," King Ali said.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, long live, long live, long live," Rudolf exclaimed with gratitude.
"That's enough, get up," Ali said, looking at Rudolf who had stepped aside, revealing a cold smile on his face.