From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 399 Undefeated Part

"The Undefeated Twissell..."

Ji Lan was shocked.

"Sure enough, this is another story about the life of a superior before his ascension."

After learning about Tselser's identity through the "guidance tips", Gillan also had a rough idea in his mind.

The other person is the protagonist of this film, so all you need to do is follow him and you won’t go wrong.

Of course, Jilan did not forget the purpose of watching the movie this time, which was to collect enough mysterious points to improve his strength.

If he could find an opportunity for corruption, he would not let it go.

“Captain Tessell, although the kingdom and the rebels have signed a ceasefire agreement, we are the main force of Dora. If we return like this, what if the rebels do not abide by the agreement and launch an attack without authorization…”

Jilan spoke, addressing the man with thick eyebrows.

But before he could finish his words, he saw Twissell raise his hand to signal.

"No." He shook his head. "Even if the rebels led by Longdong City-State choose to target the Klein royal family, it cannot change the fact that they have Rodo blood flowing in their veins."

"The Doro people believe in the God of War and abide by the 'Klein Glory' throughout their lives. If they dare to betray their creed, no warrior will be willing to fight for them."

Hearing this, Ji Lan raised his eyebrows.

To be honest, he did not quite understand the Doro people's beliefs. When two armies were fighting and the king of one side died, it was a time of chaos. If he took advantage of the opportunity to attack, he would have a greater chance of winning.

However, the rebels did not do so and instead agreed to a ceasefire.

I don’t know whether to say they are stubborn or that they value honor more than life, which is admirable...

The First Corps continued on its journey.

Gillan rode on a tall horse and chatted with Twissell, trying to get more information.

Through some communication, we learned that King Augustus of Doro had 15 children, but 9 of them died young. Among the remaining 6 children, there were 4 boys and 2 girls.

As the eldest son, the eldest prince Trevor Cline will inherit his father's throne as the first heir and become the new king of the Dora Kingdom.

As for Twissell himself, he seemed unaware of his status as the king's illegitimate son.

Among the four princes, the eldest prince and the second prince were rather cold towards him. Only the third prince and the fourth prince respected him and were closer to him.

As for the two Princess Doro, they were still young and had little interaction with Twissell.

A few days later.

The First Corps returned to the royal capital of Klein.

That was the desert city that Jilan first saw from the screen from a bird's-eye view.

Everything here is dominated by yellow, brown, tan and grayish white. The weather is extremely hot, and the wind brings heat waves and stirs up misty sand.

Both the road surface and the surrounding buildings are built with large stones, and the surface is irregular and bumpy.

But the overall look has an ancient charm.

The clothing of Klein residents is very simple, even thin. Both men and women wear white robes to protect themselves from the sun.

Because of the scorching sun and the blowing sand, they would also wear round hats and cover their faces with scarves, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

The return of the First Corps was welcomed by the residents of Klein.

However, due to the death of King Augustus, the people's mood was far less excited and cheerful than usual.

There is a hint of sadness hidden beneath the cheerful atmosphere.

But as soon as they arrived at the gate of the stone palace in the center of Klein, they saw two bearded old men in red robes standing at the porch, silently watching Gilan and others.

"Please take off your weapons, captains and corporals, follow me into the palace, and mourn together for the remains of His Majesty Augustus."

One of the old men in a red robe had an indifferent expression and spoke loudly to the soldiers.

"Don't make any noise, keep quiet."

Gillan glanced at the two men, and the "guidance prompt" indicated that they were both priests of the "Scar Cathedral". The other one standing beside him without speaking was Twissell's adoptive father, whose name was Filippo Eugene.

As the captain of the army, Tessell knew the rules, so he took the initiative to take off the shield and spear on his horse, as well as the long sword slung across his waist, and handed them to the servant behind him.

He ordered the soldiers to wait outside, and together with Gillan he climbed the stairs toward the arched gate of the palace.

However, during this process, the red-robed priest who had remained silent all the time quietly waved his hand.

Twissell noticed this, slowed his pace, and moved closer.

"Master Priest Filippo."

Twissell treated the old man with great respect, bowing his head and calling him softly.

Although he did not know that he was the illegitimate son of King Augustus, he was very clear that he was an abandoned baby in a valley and it was the old priest in front of him who saved him and raised him.

Tessel was very grateful for this. Even though he didn't say it verbally because of the rules of the Dora Kingdom, he regarded the other party as his father in his heart.

"Twissell, I have something to tell you in advance."

Priest Filippo first smiled kindly at the thick-browed man, but then his expression turned serious.

"The eldest prince died of illness last night."

"How could His Highness Trevor..."

Twissell's pupils shrank.

Gilan's keen hearing caught the old priest's subtle words and he was a little surprised. He continued to walk towards the palace gate without looking back, but he slowed down his pace.

I only heard the old priest whisper again:
"This news has not yet been leaked, and the people of Clay are still unaware of it, but it will be announced by the high priest himself tomorrow morning..."

"My child, the 'Cathedral of Scars' has changed, and the high priest has also changed... I can only say that I hope you will not be taken advantage of by certain people, especially the royal family..."

"Master Priest, I understand."

Twissell nodded in understanding.

The old priest said nothing more, but waved his hand, pointed to the hall, and motioned for Tissell to go in.

During this process, he also took a deep look at Jilan's back and said intentionally or unintentionally:

"Tsaiel, your attendant Gillan Iros has been promoted to deputy general by you. This is a good thing..."

"Gilan and I grew up together. Although we are nominally master and servant, I regard him as a brother."

Twissell said solemnly.

"I also think this is a good thing. His bravery is unparalleled in the entire Klein."

“It is a blessing to have someone you can trust.”

The old priest sighed, suggesting something meaningful.

It seems to be a metaphor for the intrigue among the royal family and the lack of trust among each other.

Jilan had already walked into the hall, but he heard every word of the conversation between the two.

"So the character I'm playing has another identity... a servant who grew up with Twissell."

A thought flashed in his eyes.

"Also, the king of the Duoluo Kingdom died just a few days ago, and the eldest prince died right after him. This is not a simple matter."

Gilan narrowed his eyes. He didn't believe in such a coincidence.

'The biggest beneficiary of this incident is the most suspected candidate - the second prince Ivan Klein.'

Once the eldest prince dies, the throne will naturally fall to the second in line of succession. This is an eternal human desire and conflict of interest.

Combined with the information revealed by the old priest...not only the royal family, but even the "Scar Cathedral" has also seen changes.

Jilan couldn't help but think of the "Tian Nie Cult".

This evil ancient cult practices the "eldest son sacrifice system"!
It is very similar to the current situation in the Dora Kingdom...

This inference is not without basis.

After all, the state religion of the Dora Kingdom, the "Scar Cathedral", has one thing in common with the "Tian Nie Sect", that is, they both believe in the first Si Sui - "Scar Father".

In this desert land, "Scar Father" and "Gladiator" both symbolize war and fighting, which is in line with the national conditions.

"Scarf Father" is derived from the ancient belief in the old gods, while "Gladiator" is the emerging belief in the new gods.

There is no obvious conflict between the two at this stage, so the two beliefs coexist in the Dora Kingdom.

Twissell said goodbye to the old priest and hurried to catch up with Gillan. He and Gillan tacitly did not speak and remained silent.

The hall was a little dim, even cold, and seemed like a completely different world from the bright and hot outside.

The two walked in front, and the other dozen corporals followed closely behind. Everyone walked silently deeper into the cave, with only the sound of clear footsteps echoing.

Behind the pillars in the hall stood many shadowy royal attendants, wearing wide embroidered robes, veils and tall hats, with their heads lowered so that their faces could not be seen clearly, like sculptures.

The atmosphere in the palace was indescribably weird.

When everyone arrived at an open-air hall at the deepest part, they found that quite a few people had already gathered there.

There were the rest of the sergeants, deputy sergeants and corporals from the second and third legions, as well as members of the royal family and priests.

Everyone looked at Tessel, Gillan and the others, and just nodded without speaking.

The atmosphere was always silent.

There is a large circular skylight on the curved dome of the hall, and the sunlight shines through like a pillar of light, illuminating the high platform in the center.

And there, standing there, were two extremely exquisite and luxurious coffins. There was no cover, revealing two figures inside.

Both of them were men, one middle-aged and the other old, with all kinds of flowers around them. They wore luxurious robes inlaid with gold, crowns on their heads, and their hands were quietly placed on their abdomens, folded together, and each of them held a sharp sword in his hand.

It was Augustus, the king of the Kingdom of Doro, and the eldest prince Trevo.

"A moment of silence, a prayer, and a final farewell to our king..."

An old priest with white hair, black spots on his face and a red robe raised his scepter and spoke loudly.

This person is the high priest of the "Scar Cathedral", Atlas Mills.

"Father God of blood and fire, God of battle and victory, may God grant my king's spirit to be undefeated and to be the eternal Klein!"

Inside the open-air hall, everyone prayed in unison.

Gillan stood beside Twissell and joined in the prayer. He noticed that Twissell's eyes were fixed on the royal family members across from him.

To be precise, he was staring at the man in the lead.

The man was about the same age as Twissell, about thirty years old. He was wearing an elegant sleeveless robe that revealed his muscular arms. His long brown-red hair was fluffy and messy like lion fur, and he looked very imposing.

'The Second Prince Ivan.'

Gillan recognized the other person's identity.

In the royal family line, the second prince was flanked by the third and fourth princes. These two princes were only in their twenties and looked very young.

Their expressions were complex, showing sadness, tension, uneasiness, and even a hint of fear.

As for the two royal princesses, they were only eleven or twelve years old. They were supported by their attendants and cried loudly.

The second prince Ivan seemed to notice the gazes of Tessel and Gillan and turned his head to look.

Suddenly, Ivan smiled unexpectedly.

Seeing his smile, Twissell's eyes narrowed.

Just at this moment, the prayer ended.

Snap.

pat.

Ivan took slow steps, his footsteps echoing. Amid the puzzled gazes of the crowd, he stepped onto the platform and walked to the center of the two coffins.

The tall second prince looked around.

"My king and my brother died of illness one after another. I am deeply saddened by this... But the truce agreement cannot last long. The rebels led by Longdong City-State are still a problem that needs to be solved urgently."

"Honestly, I don't want to go to war with them."

Ivan said in a loud voice with a serious expression.

"It's not that I'm cowardly, nor is it because they are so powerful... It's because they are also members of Klein! They were once our compatriots!"

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other.

Then they started discussing in low voices.

The second prince glanced at everyone and continued:

"Two years ago, the northern barbarians came south and plundered the border of the kingdom, causing the fall of the three city-states of Nid, Domingo and Litia. Countless people died tragically, and the hard-earned water and food were taken away."

"The Sea Savages invaded from the Far West Sea half a year ago, also destroying several city-states and blocking two rivers..."

"If we continue to fight the rebels, it will only do harm to Duo Luo."

Ivan paused and spread his arms.

The beam of light shone on him, making him look extremely holy.

"In view of this, I have decided - before inheriting the honor of my father and brother, I will hold the largest 'Battle Ceremony' in history, ending this rebellion at the lowest cost, allowing both sides to end their hatred while also gaining supreme glory!"

"Battle Ceremony?" Tsaiel frowned.

Seeing that everyone in the hall was very surprised and the discussions were getting louder, Ji Lan couldn't help but prick up his ears.

Soon, through communication with others, he learned that this so-called "Battle Ceremony" was originally a large-scale event held every three years in the Duoluo Kingdom.

Whether they are prisoners of war, condemned prisoners or ordinary citizens, they can all volunteer to participate. A total of one hundred warriors will fight each other in a huge venue that looks like a Colosseum.

The final winner, no matter what his past status was, will be hailed as "Darklein", meaning the strongest warrior. The king will pardon his sins and personally grant him titles, territories, slaves and property.

"Your Highness, Second Prince, what do you mean?"

At this time, a burly sergeant asked in a deep voice.

Ivan glanced at him, his lips curled up slightly.

"Each city-state on the Kingdom and the rebel side will send two warriors. The two sides will fight to the death in the 'Klein Colosseum'. The side that emerges the champion will be the winner of the war..."

"If we lose, we will forgive the rebels and allow them to break away from the kingdom and establish their own country."

"If we win, they return to Klein."

(End of this chapter)