Chapter 2451: Chapter 1104: Lord Lin, Help!

At such a moment, saying more or saying less could both be wrong, so Dudek immediately gave a young man sitting at the table next to him a look.

Who knows what Dudek did, but all these choir kids seemed brainwashed, willing to die for him.

The young man who received the signal stood up.

"I will perform a sword dance for the King!"

The young man walked to the center of the great hall, picked up the Bronze Sword from the ground, and held it in front of his nose.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes to brew his emotions, and then began the sword dance.

Calling it a dance was an exaggeration; it was actually a set of Western Swordsmanship.

The movements were fierce, filled with a sense of strength.

Every stab of the sword made the blade vibrate, emitting a bronze sound.

Both the Marquis of Changxin and the King were captivated by this young man, no longer paying attention to Dudek.

Lin Baici glanced at the young man, confirmed that no one was watching his side, and bowed his head to inspect the item the masked palace maid had slipped into his right hand.

It was indeed a cloth ball.

Lin Baici opened it with one hand.

It was a piece of thin silk, carrying a scent of incense, probably a corner torn from the palace maid’s handkerchief.

On this handkerchief now, a line of beautiful seal script was written in red cinnabar.

’Assassinate the envoy of the Great Yuezhi Tribe!’

The palace maid might have worried that Lin Baici wouldn’t know who the Great Yuezhi envoy was, so she even drew a portrait.

Although this portrait was only the size of a one yuan coin, it was incredibly lifelike, especially with a large beard that was too conspicuous to miss.

Lin Baici had an impression; he had looked over all the guests just now, and this guy should be sitting in the third row opposite.

Concerned that others might notice, Lin Baici didn’t raise his head to confirm the envoy; instead, he carefully examined the handkerchief again to ensure he hadn’t missed any information. Then, taking advantage of everyone’s attention being drawn by the sword-dancing young man, he swallowed the strip of cloth while pretending to drink.

Done!

Now, the problem arises!

The palace maid was probably telling him that the King’s so-called sword dance wasn’t meant for entertainment but rather to kill the Great Yuezhi envoy.

What is this?

A Banquet at Hongmen?

Lin Baici’s sixth sense told him that this answer was the key to purifying the polluting rules of the event. However, why did the palace maid want to help him?

Could it be simply because he’s handsome?

Lin Baici wasn’t arrogant to such an extent!

A sword dance only lasts a few minutes, and once the young white man finished, he stood with the sword and looked at the King.

Awaiting his judgement.

"What kind of ghostly scribbles are these?"

The Marquis of Changxin distastefully said, "It’s just stabbing around with the sword, no aesthetics at all!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd felt a chill in their hearts.

Knowing that the young white man was in for trouble.

These God Ruins Aboriginals likely have similar aesthetic sense, if the Marquis wasn’t impressed, the King probably wouldn’t value it either.

Indeed, the King didn’t even have an interest in commenting, dismissively waving his hand.

The Chief Eunuch immediately shouted, "Behead him in the hall!"

Unable to please the King with swordsmanship, only death could amuse the King.

The young white man had predicted this outcome, and upon hearing the Chief Eunuch’s words, he didn’t cry out in fear, nor did he curse angrily. Instead, he held the Long Sword, sprinting towards the steps.

Monster, face your death!

The young white man’s pounce was aggressive, like a hunting leopard, but when he only reached the fifth step, failing to even touch the Chief Eunuch, a Golden Eagle Feather Arrow shot over like a meteor.

Swoosh!

Thud!

The Feather Arrow pierced through the back of the young white man’s head.

Thump!

The young man was instantly killed, his body falling on the steps.

"Audacious!"

The Marquis of Changxin immediately glared at Lin Baici’s group and yelled: "Guards, seize them!"

"Daring to assassinate the King in court, they must die!"

The Chief Eunuch roared.

"Are you crazy?"

Wang Helin’s scalp tingled with fear, glaring at Dudek, wishing he could bite him.

Do you think China is like your Europa, where wars between nations are just child’s play, lose and surrender, and you can ransom yourself with money!

In China, if someone assassinated the King, regardless of whether their family knew or not, all nine clans would be exterminated.

Even the rats in the house would die!

"King, this has nothing to do with us!"

After berating, Wang Helin hurriedly stepped forward to explain to the King, lest he be implicated by Dudek’s stupidity.

"That foreigner was his man!"

San Miyairi interjected.

No choice, urgency was unavoidable.

The Golden Armor Guards buzzed like a swarm, ready to chop them into mince at the King’s command.

Before ascending to the throne, the King had experienced assassination attempts, seen more after ascending; facing a corpse now, he showed no panic but calmly lifted his wine goblet and took a sip.

"One man alone thinks to kill me!"

The King chuckled, sizing up Lin Baici’s group: "Not enough!"

"Bring a few more!"

Even when the King showed no signs of anger, the guests dared not sit, all hurriedly kneeling.

"We implore the King to calm his anger!"

They weren’t pleading for Lin Baici’s group, just worried about getting implicated themselves.

"You two talk too much; you go first!"

The King singled out: "And you, looking like a sage, I wonder how you handle a sword dance?"

"I want to see!"

The sage the King referred to was Dudek.

"..."

San Miyairi felt depressed, wishing she could slap herself.

Why did I have to speak up?

Got myself into trouble, didn’t I?

The Sakura girl glanced at Lin Baici.

Lord Lin,

Help!

Wang Helin shook his head with a bitter smile.

But he didn’t regret speaking; the King was never satisfied, endlessly killing dancers, and would eventually turn his gaze on them.

What exactly is the key to breaking this impasse?

Wang Helin couldn’t figure it out.

Dudek rose and walked to the center of the great hall, his face neither sad nor joyful.

No matter what, his strong presence was vivid.

"Little Linzi!"

Xia Hongyao called out; she regarded San Miyairi as a friend and naturally wanted to lend a hand.

"Eri!"

Gu Qingqiu called softly.

"Hmm?"

San Miyairi looked over.

Gu Qingqiu didn’t speak, just glanced at the Marquis of Changxin.

If it were others, they might not understand the meaning of this look; but the clever San Miyairi...

Got it instantaneously!

Kill this person?

San Miyairi furrowed her brows slightly, pondering a bit, it seemed reasonable.

This guy was so arrogant at the banquet; if she were the King, she’d probably dislike him too?

The Marquis of Changxin drank, no hurry, take time to kill, take time to play!

"Dear All, it’s none of your business, rise!"

The King invited everyone back to their seats.

The Golden Armor Guards also returned to their respective positions.

Wang Helin’s trio stood in the center of the great hall, holding Long Swords, looking at each other. Just when San Miyairi prepared to strike with all force, aiming to assassinate the Marquis of Changxin, Lin Baici spoke.

"King, they haven’t learned swordsmanship!"

Lin Baici stood up: "How about I perform a sword dance for you?"

Swish!

The temporary group’s members stared at Lin Baici, utterly stunned.

What’s happening?

"Little Bai!"

Yue Yu’s voice trembled.