Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 548 - 97: Parting Ways! Borrowing the Power of Heaven to Sweep the World (2)
Under the tranquil night.
A team of emissaries from the Golden City arrived at the camp, followed by a small group of attendants who silently carried a luxurious rug into Duncan’s tent.
Inside that precious Persian carpet was an extremely beautiful woman, dressed lavishly, with a graceful posture, adorned with expensive jewelry.
She reminded Duncan of the legendary Egyptian Cleopatra.
—Princess Cleopatra (High Priest) (Sorceress) (Favored by Isis) (Five-star Gold)!
This beauty, seemingly like Cleopatra, slowly stood up. She gazed at Duncan, seemingly very satisfied with his valor, and elegantly sat beside him, pouring a cup of fine wine for Duncan, and said softly: "You seem very angry, feeling abandoned."
Duncan was also a bit surprised by her beauty and power. Such a presence should not be here; he thought they would send an ordinary princess.
Unexpectedly, it was the Eldest Princess of the Golden King who came.
Duncan took the winecup and drank it down, saying slowly: "You’re not supposed to be here, Princess Cleopatra."
Princess Cleopatra laughed lightly: "I chose to come here myself."
Her enchanting figure sat beside Duncan, gently caressing his firm muscles, and said softly: "Are you pleased with me?"
Princess Cleopatra was very confident; her beauty far surpassed that of others.
Duncan looked calm and said: "A fine toy."
"But you’ve come here surely not just to become a plaything for a Barbarian."
Upon hearing Duncan describe her as a toy, Princess Cleopatra wasn’t upset at all. Her composure was profound, and she laughed gracefully: "I heard you have a woman, a crude female pirate?"
"You conquered the Coastal Island Countries to support her in becoming the Pirate King?"
"I can also be your woman."
"Belonging only to you."
"Whether past or present, you’ve always been my only man."
Her delicate fingers, like jade, gently caressed Duncan’s face, her breath fragrant: "I don’t want much, just your willingness to support me in becoming the queen of the Golden Country."
"Moreover, all this will be passed down to our offspring in the future."
A very lucrative deal.
To gain a breathtaking beauty, with descendants inheriting a country.
But Duncan slowly shook his head and said: "I won’t become the King of the Barbarian Race, at least not for now. Everything you want will likely have to wait a long time."
Duncan refused to become the king of the Barbarian Race tribes of the Northern Icefield.
He couldn’t always be the enforcer of the Furious Gods.
Upon hearing Duncan’s words, Princess Cleopatra couldn’t help but look shocked. If Duncan no longer had a powerful barbarian army, his value would greatly diminish, and it might provoke the Furious Gods, losing their favor directly.
In that case, Duncan’s value would only be himself, his strong martial prowess.
Princess Cleopatra gritted her teeth and said slowly: "How long must I wait?"
She could wait.
She had heard of Duncan’s deeds, and she knew this man was different from other Barbarians, having slain four divine chosen ones in a single day.
Finally, Duncan turned to seriously examine the enchanting beauty before him. He reached to lift Princess Cleopatra’s chin, as if admiring a finely crafted object, appreciating her features, and said in a deep voice: "I don’t know."
"It might be soon, or it might be a long time."
"You can leave here at any time."
The tent was dead silent inside.
Princess Cleopatra hesitated; it was a difficult decision, implying she would stake everything on this man, rather than the barbarian army behind him and the formidable Furious Gods.
After a long time, she embraced Duncan, placing his hand against her heart, sighed softly: "I don’t know what you’re going to do."
"But you seem different from any man I’ve met."
"Only a strong man like you can make me yield."
"I’ll wait for you."
Princess Cleopatra decided to make a bold gamble; she didn’t believe a man willing to give up the role promised by the Gods would stay dormant forever. When he returned, he might bring her a great surprise.
Duncan finally showed a hint of surprise, and without hesitation, directly lifted Princess Cleopatra into his arms.
Even the Gods sat down to negotiate, yet this woman dared to stake heavily.
Her courage surpassed even that of Anya.
A night without words.
At dawn the next day, after seeing off Princess Cleopatra, Duncan stretched as he walked out of the tent.
The witch Gleya’s eyes glimmered, examining Duncan’s scratch marks teasingly: "Seems you’re quite pleased with this gift?"
Duncan nodded, saying calmly: "Indeed, a rare beauty."
"I’m very satisfied."
Princess Cleopatra’s enchanting beauty and demeanor, like an Egyptian servant, far exceeded others. She would strive to fulfill any of Duncan’s demands, like a gentle spring water.
The witch Gleya raised an eyebrow and said: "Then why not keep it?"
Duncan chuckled.
He stood up, picked up the heavy ancestral battle axe, held the Necromancy spear, and packed simple luggage and said: "Let’s go."
"To seek our own path."
To seek our own path.
The witch Gleya trembled slightly upon hearing this, she had waited so long to finally see this man choose to take this step.
As long as he remained under the shadow of the Furious Gods, he would never truly have a chance to ascend.
To become a deity, one must not be subordinate to anyone.
The beautiful witch couldn’t help but follow in Duncan’s footsteps, slightly hesitant, she asked softly: "Just leave like this? I thought you’d say goodbye to others."
