C16 The Gift from the Atama(2)

I was just about to decline when I saw Graz giving me a look. I understood what he meant. At this moment, I asked King Jerhyn to release Ennyah.

"Your Majesty, I have a presumptuous request." I decided to use this opportunity to save Ennyah.

"Hero, please speak." Jerhyn said.

"I have a friend who used magic in the city in a hurry. I hope His Majesty can handle it lightly."

"Hmm?" Jerhyn thought for a moment and turned to the guard behind him. "Agnes, take my pardon in the name of King of Lut Gholein, who is about to ascend the throne. Immediately release our distinguished guests and invite her to meet with the heroes in the palace."

"Yes!" Agnes bowed and turned to leave for work.

The word "meeting" sounded a little ambiguous. However, since the king gave me so much face, I couldn't refuse, so I agreed to go to the palace.

The new palace's architectural style was solemn and majestic.

King Jerhyn had already prepared a banquet in the palace, and all the officials and nobles had been waiting for a long time.

King Jerhyn pulled me to sit beside him. The officials and nobles scrambled to bow to me.

I enjoyed the treatment of the honored guests. In this world where strength is supreme, the kingdoms above must befriend the strong. This was especially true for the unparalleled strong. They were the targets that the kingdoms would try to rope in at all costs. The more powerhouses they made friends with, the more stable the kingdom's regime would be.

At this time, Ennyah and Grace were brought to the banquet hall. Jerhyn said, "Please have a seat!" He pointed to the seat closest to me.

Ennyah was imprisoned for a day and night. During the day, she had already been sentenced to ten years in prison. She did not know what to do, but at night, she was announced to be released. For a moment, she was full of doubts. When she saw me at this moment, she seemed to have understood what was going on.

"Thank you for saving me." Ennyah sat down near me. I smiled at her and nodded.

"It was a misunderstanding. The two of you are my distinguished guests and friends of heroes. Come, Lil'Wang toasts to the two of you to calm down!" Jerhyn raised his wine glass.

"Him?" Grace was shocked and looked at me suspiciously. I nodded at him.

"He saved us." Ennyah tugged at the corner of Grace's shirt.

This action looked quite intimate. Although I know that she is not Talitha, I still have a strange feeling in my heart.

Grace saw Ennyah make an intimate gesture towards him and was overjoyed. He quickly raised his glass and bowed to Jerhyn. After drinking a cup, he filled it with wine and raised his glass to me. "Thank you hero for helping me!"

I glanced at the two of them. Ennyah was as beautiful as a flower, and Grace was handsome and handsome. They were indeed a good match.

The banquet was filled with laughter and laughter. I was like a god that was revered by countless people. Almost everyone was expressing their respect to me. Ennyah and Grace were whispering something to each other. From time to time, Grace would look at me. Ennyah and Grace were both from prestigious families. She was very well-mannered, elegant, and polite.

The lonely life of 260 years had caused me to have a serious autism tendency. Everything that happened at the banquet had caused me to feel extremely troubled. I am thinking about how to get rid of their entanglement. With peerless martial power, I have no feelings for these cheap reverence. As long as I am willing, I can always be regarded as a god in the human world, receiving the respect and worship of the people. But these seem to never be what I want. When I was still a weakling and even disguised myself as a weakling, I had a deep impression of humanity's hypocrisy and coldness. King Jerhyn treated me with respect, but it was just a political need. These cheap reverence was actually just a reverence for peerless martial power. No one will sincerely respect and care for you.

I have been lacking the love of my parents since I was a child, and my mother had a difficult birth when she gave birth to me. When I fell to the ground, my father died in a tribal conflict. I was chosen as a trained warrior, and I was chosen to enter the tribe's dark, sunless training camp. It was a world where the strong preyed on the weak, and those who didn't qualify were exiled and sentenced to death. In order to survive, the only way was to become stronger. In the process of becoming stronger, my hands are also stained with the blood of my fellow brothers. That is the law of the training camp, strength means life. Weakness means death. The tribes of Mount Arreat were known as the barbarians, and the strength of this tribe was above all else. The tribe's population was not considered prosperous because of the rules of the warrior training. Most men lost the right to live in competition, but the armed forces of the Mount Arreat would definitely dare to challenge any kingdom or tribe. Because the warriors here had all gone through the baptism of death and stood up from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. In Mount Arreat, men below level 30 could only be the lowest ranked soldiers. Those who lost their lives in the competition were all sacrifices to the law of the tribe. My history of growth is not glorious, so when I face the Necromancer, I do not have the confidence to do so. I also do not think that I am the embodiment of justice. I have always held a grudge against politics and power. It was only when I met Talitha that my life changed.

Talitha, the great master, a gifted talent, the warm embrace and the dazzling memory of parting with her was the only power that supported me to live alone in this world.

I leaned over the table and pretended to be drunk. This way, I could get rid of the annoying social gatherings and return to my own world.