Chapter 857 Hugo and Baz

In the palace, Haschward was receiving a report from the Holy Soldier. At this time, all members of the Royal Guard had taken the initiative to attack the enemy in four directions.

It was almost dusk and night was about to fall, which also meant that Yhwach was about to fall asleep. At this time, the Royal Guard should have protected His Majesty around him for the safest time, but the initiative to attack was His Majesty's order, and Haschward could not make any changes.

He turned his back to look at the sky, which was no longer bright, and ordered the Holy Soldier who reported: "I can't leave the True World City now. You must always keep control of the enemy and the Royal Guard's whereabouts and don't let the enemy get close to here."

"Yes!"

The Holy Soldier bowed and was about to pass on Haschward's order, but a beam of fire suddenly pierced his head and turned him into ashes.

"I wonder if the enemy you are talking about includes me?"

"Bazby? What are you doing?" Although he asked this, Haschward did not have a puzzled expression on his face.

Yes, the person who suddenly attacked was Bazby. As he wished, he soon met his target of this trip - Haschward.

"Before asking me what I am doing, you should first ask me why I am still alive, right?"

Bazby's anger finally found a target to release. He stretched out his index finger with his right hand and stabbed Haschward without hesitation, "Finger of Fire, 1."

He stepped forward and grabbed the collar of the other's cloak. When his fingers were red and about to emit a column of fire, Haschward decisively took off his cloak and turned over to go behind Bazby.

Bazby turned around in a hurry, but his sight was blocked by the cloak floating in the air. Before he could react to the next step, a hard object hit his forehead through the cloak. This was Haschward's sword handle.

While Hasward was drawing his sword in mid-air, he used the hilt of his sword to hit Bazby's forehead through his cloak. The latter's body tilted and he was about to fall down, but just as he was about to pull out the sword completely, Bazby forced himself to stabilize his body and grabbed the hilt of his sword with his left hand.

The cloak blocking the two people was cut open by a red finger, and then a pillar of fire shot out and flew past Hasward's cheek.

Hasward kicked Bazby's hand holding his hilt away, and retreated repeatedly to distance himself from the other party, but Bazby didn't seem to intend to pursue the victory, and the two confronted each other.

"It turns out that the wound was not caused by your majesty's sanctification." Bazby looked at the wound in the corner of Hasward's eye that was cracked by the fire. He originally thought that the other party had also been sanctified, but it seemed that this was not the case.

"You are the one who was not chosen."

"Only you were chosen, and the people below were all sanctified. Those who were covered by the light column died on the spot, and those who barely escaped were also deprived of the power of the holy body."

"Really? I sympathize with you." Hasward replied calmly. Even without Bazby, he knew the fate of the sanctified people.

And this verbal sympathy further angered Bazby. He raised his voice slightly and asked back: "Sympathy? What a joke! You should have known these things a long time ago. Am I wrong?"

"What if I asked? Will you believe me if I say I don't know?" Hasward asked back.

Bazby frowned, but actually suppressed his anger, "I will believe it because we are friends, right, Hugo?!"

"Bazby..." Hasward's tone finally showed a ripple, and he seemed unable to deny the other party's words.

"Call me Baz, just like before!"

Hastward's name itself shows an attitude. Bazby knows very well that the other party may still recognize him as a friend, but the status of a friend in Hasward's heart is far inferior to that of the Majesty he serves - Youhabach!

"Finger of Fire, 2!"

He drew two flames in the air with his index finger and middle finger, but the two flames went out automatically when they reached Hasward, without seeing any movement.

"It seems that we can no longer communicate with words." Hasward sighed.

Bazby pointed to the small window behind him, and the sky had completely darkened. "Look outside, the night is coming. When His Majesty falls asleep at night, you will exchange power with His Majesty. I will kill His Majesty's power and you, the traitor, together!"

As he said, Bazby continued to draw flames in the air to force Hasward, but the flames either went out when they touched Hasward or were avoided by the other party.

Compared to the blazing fire, Haschwald was like a pool of stagnant water without any ripples, and had no intention of fighting.

After Haschwald dodged the Fire Finger again, Bazby decisively gathered his spirit particles, formed a crossbow on his left arm, and shot a sacred arrow of destruction at the opponent, which reminded him of the scene of his first encounter with the opponent.

Counting it up, it was more than a thousand years ago. He was still a child at that time, but as the child of a Quincy Lord, he had received excellent guidance since childhood, coupled with his own outstanding talent, so although he was young, he already had the demeanor of a real Quincy.

That day, he was hunting in the woods under his father's territory and found a thin boy with no spirit. He was also a Quincy, but the boy couldn't even condense a spirit bow. He just used a small wooden bow and wooden arrows, and his strength was so weak that he couldn't even shoot a rabbit not far away.

That boy was Hugo Haschwald. Of course, after Bazby and him quickly became familiar with each other, Bazby called him Hugo, and he called Bazby Baz.

The two boys with extremely different status and power quickly became friends, at least Bazby thought so, but now think about it, why did the two become friends?

Obviously one has the passion and spirit of fire, and the other is as quiet and weak as water. One will definitely become an excellent Quincy, while the other can't even do the most basic things of a Quincy. It can be said that Bazby and Haschwald are definitely two opposite types of people.

But maybe this is fate, or maybe it's because Haschwald didn't show flattery or jealousy when facing Bazby, even though he didn't have a good background or outstanding talent, which invisibly eliminated the distance between the two.

In short, the two became good friends, and the fiery Bazby promised to teach Hugo, and then the two would become the strongest Quincy together.

If that were the case, the relationship between the two might only remain at the stage of good friends, or as time went on, Hasward might become Bazby's follower.

But an unexpected event made the two truly close friends, and an important part of each other's lives, relying on each other.

Bazby clearly remembered that half a year after he met Hugo, his father was killed and the territory was burned down.

Therefore, Hugo was the only relative in his life.