Hail the King

Chapter 1083: Piazon’s Choice (Part Two)

Armando was a high-up peak Full Moon Elite, and he was proud of his status and wasn’t willing to kill dirty civilians.

However, when he glanced at Piazon, his eyes lit up.

“This young Zenitian is handsome, and his body composition is great with a spiritual aura around him. Although he is a bit older, and he doesn’t seem to have any cultivation strength, his talent is great. If he can have a high-level cultivation technique and start now, his future might be bright...” This thought flashed in Armando’s mind.

“You, stand out.” Armando pointed at Piazon.

The Silver Moon Knight’s heart lurched as he thought that he was discovered. However, he could only adapt to the situation and walked out under everyone’s stare.

“Could it be that I didn’t disguise myself properly in some areas? And this peak Full Moon Elite of Barcelona saw through me?” Piazon thought.

Piazon slowly reached one of his hands into his pocket, getting ready to take out the scroll that Akinfeev have him which sealed the power of Emperor Yassin’s full strike. He was planning for the worst.

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“Kid, organize these people and put up this tent.”

Armando didn’t pay attention to everything, and he took out some basic materials for a tent from his storage ring. He was planning to heal himself, but he was used to the life of luxury and didn’t want to heal in such a terrible environment that had chilly wind and cold rain. Therefore, he chose a spot and wanted to build a temporary campsite.

This peak Full Moon Elite of Barcelona was a little fond of Piazon, so he ordered this young man to command other refugees.

Piazon heaved a sigh of relief.

To the refugees, Armando’s words were orders. Due to the giant gap in strength, any resistance would be meaningless.

Under Piazon’s command, the group quickly built the tent.

At the same time, Armando had already issued a signal.

Armando wasn’t only a high-level general in Barcelonan military; he was also an important figure in a Catalonia noble family that had a history of over 500 years. He had many followers and guards under him.

Soon, about 30 powerful mages and warriors under Armando’s command burned their energies and rushed to this location to protect him.

“Don’t kill these Zenitians; keep them for now.” What Armando said made Piazon and other refugees heave a sigh of relief.

After pausing for a second, Armando suddenly thought of something and pointed at Piazon as he reminded his followers, “Don’t trouble this young man.”

“Sir, as you wish!”

Armando nodded and turned around before entering his tent. After setting up some defensive arrays, he quickly started to heal his injuries.

Due to the special care that this peak Full Moon Elite showed toward him, Piazon wasn’t bullied by these Barcelonans, and he even got a small independent tent to himself.

“Hwooo!” The Silver Moon Knight deeply exhaled and calmed down for a bit.

Under such strict monitoring, Piazon couldn’t sneak away. If he tried to leave forcefully and caused conflict, the enemies would notice him and chase after him, attracting a large group of masters. However, the longer that he stayed with Barcelonans, the more dangerous it was. The secret scroll concerned the future of Zenit, so it couldn’t fall into the hands of Barcelonans.

The situation was dire!

“What should I do?” Piazon took out the three scrolls and stared at them. After a moment of silence, he made a shocking decision.

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“You... you... your mom...” Pope Entus who was now lying on a bed and was about to die heard Fei calling him an old fart, and his arms and legs twitched as he stuttered and cursed.

Fei got close and recognized that this ‘old fart’ was Zhong Dajun.