Chapter 226 Farewell

The noise in the palace quickly alarmed the guards outside the door. The captain of the guard immediately led his men in. When he saw his comrades lying on the ground and the messy hall, he felt angry at first.

However, when he met the eyes of the Grand Marshal lying on the ground, he seemed to understand something.

Although there were people lying on the ground and the noise was quite loud, it seemed that no one was injured.

The sword in the hand of the legend was completely used by him as a blocking tool. He never swung it down once. All the people on the ground were knocked down by his fists and feet.

"Stop!"

After spending two or three seconds to figure out the situation, the captain of the guard knew what to do. He shouted and led his men to rush towards Levi, but unfortunately, all this was in vain.

In a moment, people were lying all over the hall, and their expressions were quite peaceful.

The long sword scraped the ground, destroying the regular stone pattern.

When the only sound in the hall was the approaching harsh friction, Fenger finally couldn't help but stick his head out, only to see that none of the more than 100 soldiers led by his Grand Marshal and the Captain of the Guard were still standing, and they all fell to the ground.

"Waste, a bunch of waste!"

"You might as well take off all your armor and sell it, and then send the money to my house. Those treasures will make people feel much happier than you!"

"Wait, wait, don't come over..."

After scolding the soldiers, Fenger's face changed from anger to fear.

"I admit my mistake, I admit my mistake, I can let you off the hook for what you did today, don't come over, I warn you, if you dare to attack me, you are provoking the entire Rohan..."

"Ah, ah ah ah!!"

The tall black shadow gradually approached, and Fenger screamed and fell under the throne. For a while, only "help" was left in his mouth, and he looked quite helpless.

Bang! Bang!

A burst of punches and kicks sounded, directly blocking Fenger's mouth.

Levi grabbed Fengger's chest and was about to give him another personality correction punch when he suddenly stopped.

He turned his head and glanced at the two soldiers behind him who couldn't help but look up curiously.

The two soldiers quickly looked away, tilted their heads, and continued to lie.

Bang!

With one last punch, Levi let go of Fengger and threw him to the ground.

"Woo, teeth... my teeth... I can't eat meat anymore..."

Snap.

When everything was over, Senger, who had been waiting outside, came in.

He scolded loudly: "You should realize how much pain your actions have brought to Rohan. You have never cared about how your people live and what they need."

"You have never cared about Rohan's army, and you don't care about the soldiers who run day and night on the land of Rohan to maintain national security."

"What does it have to do with me?"

Fengger covered his teeth and shouted sadly.

Senger choked.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but when this sentence came out, the already quiet hall became even quieter. The chests of the soldiers lying on the ground rose and fell, and no one knew what they felt at the moment.

"You..."

"Enough! You sneaky outsider, traitor, what qualifications do you have to evaluate my country?"

Fenger scolded angrily.

Senger gritted his teeth, walked over and grabbed Fenger, staring at his old face.

Looking at his old father, Senger's eyes were complicated, and the only remaining warmth also dissipated in Fenger's eyes as if he was looking at a stranger.

He didn't recognize himself at all, even though he only covered half of his face and didn't even disguise his voice, and - the hair color of the two was the same.

Even the marshal and the captain of the guard next to him recognized him, but his biological father didn't. He didn't care at all, from beginning to end!

Bang!

A powerful punch hit Fengger's face, knocking him out of his voice. The greedy old man finally couldn't stand the multiple blows, and his eyes rolled over and he fainted.

"Father - this is the last time I call you that."

Shua.

Sengger let go of his hand and turned to leave.

"Wait, Your Highness, aren't you back to succeed to the throne?"

The Grand Marshal lying on the ground couldn't hold it anymore, he stood up and asked.

"You recognized the wrong person!"

Sengger responded loudly, and continued to walk out without looking back.

"But if you don't succeed to the throne, what's the point of us doing this?"

The captain of the guard couldn't lie down anymore, and stood up and asked.

Sengger turned his head and looked at the soldiers on the ground staring at him, and the Rohan high-ranking officials who came in from the side door after the storm was over.

There was silence for a while.

He didn't answer, just left.

"My Lord..."

When Levi shrugged and was about to leave, the Grand Marshal blocked him.

He looked at the direction where Senger left, and then at Levi, as if he had a thousand words to say, but he didn't know how to express them.

"Don't worry, he will come back when the time is right."

Everyone in the hall looked at each other in silence.

The sun rose, and the farce should end.

It is said that since the incident in the Golden Palace of Rohan, King Fenger has been ill, his appetite has deteriorated, and his body has become weaker day by day.

He has appeared less in the palace, and most of the time he has been recuperating at home.

"I want to arrest that guy!"

Finally one day, Fingal began to talk nonsense and forcibly issued an order to launch a wanted order for Levi.

The execution of this order was not very good, and the news of the wanted order was only spread in a small range - rather than being a wanted order, it was more like a kind of gossip. When people mentioned it, they would only say "It is said that King Fingal wanted the legend", but whether this matter was true or not, even few people could confirm it.

One day, an inconspicuous figure in a gray robe passed by a town in Rohan.

Listening to this gossip that was not widely spread, Gandalf frowned.

What happened, Levi broke into the Golden Palace and beat the King of Rohan?

How could there be a conflict between these two families? It shouldn't be.

After some inquiries, Gandalf got the answer from a resident.

"It's so confusing!"

"How dare he hijack the caravan of Roadside Castle? No, not only Roadside Castle, he shouldn't do this to any caravan. He's really crazy!"

Shaking his head, Gandalf couldn't help lighting his pipe and began to think.

Speaking of the current king of Rohan, he is indeed a little selfish, greedy, and alienated his subordinates, not caring about government affairs, and not very good to his family, but in the end, he is not guilty of death...right?

Well, it doesn't matter whether he lives or dies. What's important is that the order he issued was actually against Levi... This is not good for Rohan, very bad.

"I have to go and persuade him."

Not long after, another visitor came to the Golden Palace.

"Gandalf the Grey, greetings to you."

"Ah... wizard, what news do you bring?"

Fingal, who looked a little weak, sat on the throne and asked Gandalf.

Gandalf glanced at the conspicuous scratch on the floor of the hall and said:

"I heard that you issued a wanted order for the legend of the north, Levi. With all due respect, this is not a wise move. This order is of no benefit to Rohan and may even bring disaster to it."

"Shut up your crow mouth, wizard!"

The sincere persuasion led to the king's scolding.

Gandalf lowered his head and sighed softly, with a helpless expression.

Forget it, another king who doesn't listen to others.

Old Gandalf has seen many kings like this in his many years of wandering in Middle-earth. He can scold if he wants, and it won't hurt himself.

"By the way, there is one thing our wizard friend must have a way to deal with."

After scolding, Fingal turned around and said:

"Since that abominable guy left, I have suffered from a disease. This disease makes me depressed, unable to eat, and often have nightmares in the middle of the night. I think he must have cursed me. Come and help me..."

Curse?

When he heard this word, Gandalf's eyes immediately became serious.

If there is any black magic mixed in this matter, the nature is different. Other things have to retreat in front of this matter, including the scolding just now.

At Fingal's signal, the guards retreated one after another to make way for Gandalf.

After approaching Fingol and carefully investigating, Gandalf also figured out the reason.

This disease was caused by fear.

To put it simply, it is a serious neurasthenia.

"Is there any way to cure it?"

Fingol asked eagerly.

"It can't be cured, goodbye."

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