Dark King

Francis and the youth left. Dudian was carrying his backpack as he waited. He saw a crowd gather around a place across the street. The bursts of laughter echoed from there.

He moved over to observe the place because of the curiousity.

"Kid, look where you walk." A voice echoed from behind.

Dudian turned to see a blonde youth with an arrogant look. There was a graceful woman with beautiful golden hair in his arms. There were few people wearing black suits and white gloves behind them. Apparently the man was an aristocrat and belonged to an extraordinary family. Dudian's eyebrows wrinkled but he moved sideways to open the room for them. He didn't want to provoke anyone inside the inner wall for now.

The youth and the beauty walked pass him without taking a glance at him.

Dudian came to stop behind the crowd. He use his toes to look. There was a table in the middle and few people were showing performance. It looked like an ordinary magic show.

Dudian knew that magic was also one of the favorite hobbies of the aristocrats.

"If a real magician was disguised as a magician then he would be winning numerous... " Dudian was thinking when a voice resounded.

"Hey!"

Dudian turned to see the previous blonde youth. He didn't know when and how he had appeared in front of the crowd. The blonde youth said, "It's too boring... Show something different! Cut people off!"

"Young master we are just a small group. We don't have equipment to do such a show live right now." A middle-aged magician replied.

The blonde youth didn't expect to be dismissed. He waved and one of his attendants hit the middle-aged magician in chest. The youth pulled out a stack og golden tickets and threw them at the man. He said in a cold tone: "I will say it once more. I want to see a show. Do you understand me?"

The people on the stage jumped in hurry to help the middle-aged magician.

Dudian's brows wrinkled as he saw the scene. He didn't expect the blonde youth to be aggressive and overbearing. The nobles in the outer wall would love to do something like this but were restricted in the outer wall.

In addition he didn't want to be a hero and naturally stayed away and quietly observed the sight.

"I have given you the money! Quick!"

"We are going to see a man cut into parts!"

"Come on!"

The crowd cheered and urged the middle-aged magician and his group.

The middle-aged magician's face turned ugly as he saw the excited crowd.

He knew that it would be very problematic if he didn't go on with the show.

"We will." The middle-aged magician nodded as he looked at the blonde youth: "Please be a bit patient! We will get the equipment."

The blonde youth looked at him: "Are you deaf? Or are you an idiot? I want to see it now! Do you want to die or do you want to be a dog slave? ... It would be quite nice to have a dog slave who knows magic! Don't you think so?" The blonde youth looked at the woman in his arms.

"Mister, Mister ..." the middle-aged magician panicked.

The woman looked at the youth and shook her head: "He is soo old. My sisters would pull jokes because of him."

The youth nodded, "Alright, I will look for a young one."

"Yes."

The youth turned towards the middle-aged magician: "Are you still in here?"

The middle-aged magician was relieved as he squeezed a smile and turned towards his assistants. Such a dangerous magic trick was prone to errors even if there were equipment.

"Leader, what should we do?"

"We don't have the equipment for cutting people. What should we do?"

"Yeah, how to solve this problem?"

The middle-aged magician was troubled as he climbed to the stage. He said to the assistants: "I have a way..." He whispered once more, "Do you remember the show?"

"The leader is smart."

"We knew that you would come up with a solution."

"Leader, wouldn't it be ..."

The middle-aged magician interrupted the last assisstant: "Don't be long-winded! Do you have a way?"

The assisstant shrank back without giving a reply.

"Everyone, the next show will be about cutting off a man alive!" The middle-aged magician stood on high platform as he loudly said. At the same time his assistans brought a huge wooden box onto the high platform.

"Now, we will pick out one person from the crowd. It will be a random choice!" The middle-aged magician said with a big smile. The crowd was stirred because of his words. He continued, "Rest assured that there is no danger in this performance."

He raised his hand and looked at the crowd.

Dudian felt bad when their eyes met. He pulled over a person from the side and moved.

Whopsh!

The man who Dudian pulled floated for a moment and stopped in the position where Dudian was moment ago.

The middle-aged magician's finger was pointed at him.

The man saw the middle-aged magician's hand directed at him. His face turned ugly as he shouted, "Do you want to die?"

The middle-aged magician felt embarrassed when he saw the man to be a noble. He felt angry but found Dudian standing next to him: "Little brother, why don't you come up?"

Dudian thought that he had escaped the problem. His face turned gloomy: "You said that you will pick a random person! What are you doing now?"

The middle-aged magician's face turned sullen: "I just chose you! Do you want to make the young master unhappy? Why don't you bless him with your performance?"

Dudian understood that the middle-aged magician was not prepared for the show and knew that the process was dangerous. He didn't pick anyone from his own group but had to select from the crowd. He was the only one with the black hair in the crowd. He was going for the soft persimmon.

"Boy, go on! Do you want us to take you there?" The group of servants standing next to blonde youth rushed over.

"Yes, go on stage!"

"Whose servant is he?"

Dudian looked at the middle-aged magician, "You aren't prepared for the show! What will you do if there is a danger?"

The middle-aged magician didn't expect to be questioned by Dudian, "We are professionals. There is nothing dangerous. We made jokes about the equipment to make the atmosphere a bit lively. We can perform even without the technology. Don't worry about anything!"

Dudian wanted to kill the man, "What technology? If you have any technology then make the people fly!"

"Stop being long-winded!" The man next to Dudian said in an impatient tone.

The middle-aged magician looked at Dudian: "Don't make people wait any more."

Dudian looked at the person next to him who said him to go on to the stage. His hair was brownish. However there was an expensive watch on his chest. It seemed that he had a big background too. Dudian said in a cold tone: "If you are so interested in the show why don't you go?"

"Hey, are you talking back to me?"

"Sooo rude! Why hasn't his master disciplined him?"

The angry roars echoed.

Dudian narrowed his eyes. He wanted to slaughter all of them but he had to press down the impulse as this was not the outer wall. He said in a cold tone: "Whoever wants may go on to the stage. I won't!" He turned away to walk.

The crowd pointed at him when they saw Dudian try to leave.

At the same time sounds of hoofs echoed out as a carriage with a black dragon banner on it moved. There were knights gathered around the carriage. The loud shouts resounded: "Open the road! Open the way!"