Chapter 683: Disturbing My Reading!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Nico Yates was wearing a straw raincoat. He was silent and cold, and he was a steady person.
On the other hand, the little monkey, Tristan Yandell, had obtained a large blade for cutting grass from somewhere. He carried it on his shoulder and entered the hall.
It was considered disrespectful!
Tristan glanced at the guards at the entrance of the hall and said indifferently, “Remove the word ‘deputy’ from the ‘deputy governor’, or I’ll chop you up today!”
“Lord Yandell, I…
The thirty-year-old man at the door was covered in cold sweat. He was indeed in a difficult position.
Tristan’s gaze was unfriendly as he said, “In the capital, do my words have no nower?”
“Cough, Lord Tristan Yandell, the governor of the governor office, has arrived!”
The guy at the door really couldn’t afford to offend the troll, so he hurriedly shouted in a low voice.
Tristan had always messed around with others! He would forever have such tyrannical intentions and behaviours.
In the hall, there was no lack of old civil officials with white beards. They said angrily, “Tristan Yandell, why did you enter the hall with a blade on your shoulder?”
“How can you talk to your father like this?”
Tristan carried the blade on his shoulder, his nose facing the sky as he rebuked the old man.
The old Jetson Garwood was so angry that his entire body trembled. As an elder, he said angrily, “Brat, how dare you!”
“I’m your father! How dare you show such disrespect!”
Tristan picked up the blade and pointed it at Jetson’s nose. He said coldly, “Call me father, or I’ll kill you today!” Westley Hader was speechless.
Hendrix Bailey was speechless.
The corner of Nico’s mouth twitched for a long time, and he fell silent.
He had suggested that they leave Tristan in the governor office and not bring him with them.
Otherwise, if Tristan was brought here, something bad would definitely happen!
And that was what was happening!
Within two minutes of the little monkey entering the hall, he had offended Jetson, an elder who had lived for a very long time.
This was going to offend him to death!
Jetson had a lot of prestige!
A white-bearded old man beside him, Marcel Salas, who was one of the civil officials, berated, “Rude boor, how can you show your ugly face in the royal court? Guards, why aren’t you throwing him out?”
“I would like to see who dares to throw him out!”
Outside the hall, Syrus Yanagi, who was wearing a golden dragon robe, didn’t go to Mount Tanish. Instead, he went back to the capital and brought Tobey Lapras and the little fool back.
Syrus did not show any respect as soon as he opened his mouth. He said coldly,
“I want to see who dares to touch my people!”
The seven-time champion, Syrus, was speaking harshly the moment he arrived at the hall.
When the little tyrant of the capital returned to the capital, the faces of many important officials in the palace turned green!
Following that, the sound of a bagpipe suddenly rang out, giving everyone a fright. They all looked at the entrance of the royal court in unison.
They saw a simple-minded young man holding a bagpipe in both hands. He was sticking his head in at the door of the hall. He stuck his head in and blew the bagpipe into the hall.
The sound of the bagpipe was like a funeral.
Everyone was utterly livid.
Jetson, the old civil official, flew into a rage. “Impudent! Disturbing the court, disturbing the ministers, disrespecting the hall, death penalty! Kill him as a warning to others!”
“Old thing, you dare to touch him?”
It was as if Syrus was looking at a patient with dementia.
Jetson said angrily, “You have no respect for the laws of the country. You should be punished. Guards! What are you doing?!” “I’d like to see you try. Don’t worry. We won’t do anything.”
Westley chuckled lightly.
This smile made many people’s hearts tremble.
Everyone was familiar with each other. They all knew that the governor of the governor office, Westley, was not a good person. Even Duke Lowe could not suppress this ruthless brat!
Right now, the people of the Northern Army were asking Jetson to take action against the little fool.
Would this old thing dare to do so?
At the entrance of the court, Luke Yates was holding a bagpipe and blowing it, oblivious to what was going on inside. Jetson shouted angrily, “Guards! Take him down!”
“Lord Garwood, we dare not!”
Outside the royal court, sixteen people dressed in yellow robes stood imposingly. At this moment, they turned around and bowed with their hands clasped in front of them. All of them lowered their heads, and cold sweat dripped down their cheeks.
No one dared to touch the little fool!
Jetson said in disbelief, “Why not? I’m here to support you today. What are you afraid of?”
“Commander Yates is Lord Northern King’s most beloved younger brother.
How can we touch him?”
The guard from earlier, who was in his thirties, had just been bullied by Tristan, and now there were other ruthless people like Syrus there.
He really didn’t dare to take down Luke!
Who would dare to capture the Northern Army’s men?
Jetson’s pupils constricted as he looked at Luke, who was playing at the door, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
Outsiders weren’t afraid of this simple-minded person, but of his brother, King Braydon Neal!
No one dared to capture the Northern King’s younger brother.
Westley smiled faintly like the wind and said softly, “You can try to touch the little fool and execute him on the spot. I guarantee that all the officials in the hall will not be able to escape death today!”
His words were calm but filled with a shocking killing intent.
Tristan held the blade in his hand and said disdainfully, “Old fogey, if you continue to talk nonsense with me, I’ll chop you up with a knife!”
“Impudent!”
Marcel’s face was filled with anger.
In the next moment.
A young man in plain clothes instantly entered the hall and kicked Marcel in the chest.
Bang!
The old man flew into a cabinet and coughed up blood.
Everyone was shocked!
Who did that?
In the hall, a young man in white clothes appeared. He held an ancient book in his left hand. His handsome face was extremely calm as he said softly, “You’re so noisy. You’re disturbing my reading!”
Tobey Lapras!
This fellow had also arrived.
“How dare you!” Jetson raged. “How dare you attack someone in the palace?” Smack!
Tobey Lapras put away the ancient book and slapped the old man in the face.
With a flip of his hand, he sent the person flying in the air, causing many people’s pupils to constrict.
Tristan would only run his mouth.
But when it came to Tobey, he would attack ruthlessly.
Tobey’s eyes turned cold as he said calmly, “Just because you old fogies insulted my brother Braydon, I will stain the hall with blood today and kill all of you!”
“I would like to see how you would dare to kill me!”
Jetson had lived to such an old age, yet he was being humiliated by someone so young.
His head was buzzing, and his eyes were red. He stared at Tobey with hatred.
So, he was provoking Tobey?
When Tobey was young, he was a ruthless man who dared to charge into the Delta Empire alone and point his blade at the ruler of the Delta Empire!
In the next second, Tobey’s sword was unsheathed.
Swoosh!
The moment the sword was unsheathed, the blade glistened with a cold light.
The officials in the hall were all extremely shocked.
“Stop!” Many people shouted in shock.
Dominic Lowe, who was squatting in the corner and did not dare to make a sound, jumped out in shock and hurriedly came out to stop him.
Syrus narrowed his eyes.
“Tobey, don’t go too far!” Westley frowned.
“How is this going too far? If Lord Garwood wants to die, I’ll naturally fulfill his wish!”
Tobey attacked.
The edge of the blade then swept across Jetson’s neck.
Swoosh!
Blood splattered everywhere..
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