Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1085: Tyrannical Prince

'"Your Highness, Sir Alan is tired from his journey. It would be better to arrange for him to stay in bed first. Besides, the Internal Affairs Division will send Sir Alan a set of Earl's Clothes to try on so that he can be used at the ceremony." Ryan smiled kindly at Ellen and reminded Julian, "Your Highness, Sir Alan is tired from his journey."

Julian patted his forehead and said, "Fortunately, Rhine reminded me. I almost forgot about it. Congratulations, Sir Alan. Not long ago, my father decided to personally award you honors. This is the first time in nearly a decade that my father has given an honor to a count. Now everyone in Oliska is wondering what kind of person Sir Alan is."

He paused for a moment, his eyes filled with anger. "Since Father has said that he will bestow honors on you, he wants to tell others that he wants you to come to Oliska safely. Hateful are those who rely on their own power to ignore Father's words. Otherwise, even Midian would not dare to openly stop him. Don't worry, Sir Alan, this matter will have to be explained to you."

Alan thanked him, but had reservations about Julian's words. After all, neither Midian nor Sword Lord Mason were qualified to be held accountable by a Second Prince who had no real power. So these words were just words for him to hear. Julian added, "In fact, I already knew about them when you arrived at the new Great Wall. So I made the decision and arranged a place for you. I hope you don't mind."

"Listen to His Highness' orders."

Julian was overjoyed to see that he had no pride in his pampering. He thought that there was a shortage of experts like Allen in his camp, especially since Allen had survived two shots from Hoey and had recently lost against Midian. These two points alone were enough for him to gain a lot of limelight at Ollis. With Alan joining him, it would be of great benefit to Julian in his struggle for the Savage Monarch. It was rare for Ellen to be so modest, which made the Second Prince feel relieved and more confident about the Crown Prince.

But when Julian was about to take Ellen to the place he had arranged, a hoarse voice sneered, "I thought that the person who could survive under Midian was some great character. So he's just a weak kid. It seems that the rumors are exaggerated. Don't tell me that the so-called Midian is an actor invited by someone else, isn't it?"

A burst of laughter.

Julian's face was covered with frost and he shouted coldly, "Who dares to speak nonsense here? Capture him!"

A Silver Frost Iron Guard accepted the order. Before he could move, a low voice sounded, "Second brother is so mighty. Are you afraid that others will not know that His Highness Prince Julian is here personally?"

Hearing this voice, Julian's expression changed slightly. He waved his hand and asked the Silver Frost Guard to return. He took a step forward and said, "So it's Big Brother Hawson. Since he's from Big Brother, then let's forget about it this time. I think Big Brother also knows that the two adults who brought this news are Jue Yan and Shen An. How is it different from questioning the reputation of the Boleyn Family in public?"

Julian's words caused Alan to secretly praise in his heart. The Second Prince's words were equivalent to slapping the Boleyn Family's face if Hawson continued to question Alan with the matter of Midian. No matter what, the Boleyn family was still a colossus in the upper echelons of the empire, and even the prince was unwilling to offend them easily.

Sure enough, the low voice changed the topic, "So this is the helper that Second Brother you went all out to get from the South. What's his name again? Oh, Ellen, isn't it?"

The crowd split up and arrived on foot. Tangerio's eldest son was born into a tall and large family. The influence of his military career caused his eyebrows to brim with killing intent, and his posture was even more domineering. In addition, he was dressed in black armor, which made him look even tougher. Five or six people followed behind the Eldest Prince, and in Alan's eyes, every single Origin Energy was overflowing, and none of them were weak. The last one was at level 16 or 17, which was equivalent to the level of an Azure Dragon Knight. The strongest one was around Level 23, but he was on the same side as Fares, Laura, and the others.

However, experts were competing for not only Origin Energy levels, but also battle skill experience and even spiritual will. The levels were for reference only, not to mention that Fares and the others had all obtained the armor from Tallinn Aisha, so the actual level was one or two levels higher than the surface.

Since he was named, Alan could not stand behind Julian. "Greetings, Your Highness Hawson," he bowed in greeting the prince.

'"I heard you slapped Austin's fat man on the Golden Bridge because he wanted to steal your woman?" Hawson smiled coldly.

"I never imagined that the First Prince would care so much about me, and even His Highness Prince Hausen would know about such a trivial matter."

"Alright, the so-called battle between the two armies is the first in terms of military intelligence. Although my second brother and I are brothers, the Crown Prince's competition is unyielding. As one of my opponents, I naturally need to know everything about him." Hawson said indifferently, "Speaking of Austin, there's nothing wrong with that fatty, but there's one thing I admire about him. The fat pig's eyes were very poisonous, and all the women he liked were talented. I happen to be getting married soon. My main wife has already been arranged, but I'm still short of a few concubines. "Sir Alan, why don't you give me the woman that Austin's fat pig fancied? I will definitely not let you suffer a loss. How about it?"

Without waiting for Alan's reply, the First Prince looked at the people behind him and smiled, "I wonder if Sir Alan will slap me for a few women?"

A skinny monkey-like man behind Hawson said, "If he dares to do this, then I will cut off his head for His Highness."

Julian's expression changed, and a few momentum burst out behind Alan. Regis snorted coldly, his hand gently bouncing on the sheath of the saber behind him, while Fares placed his hand on the black ice rifle beside the horse. Alan turned around and looked at them with a calm gaze, indicating that they should remain calm. Only then did he loudly say, "Your Highness Hawson, you are joking. Those who are heading north with me are all my family members. How can you give them to Your Highness?"

"Is that so? You probably don't know that I never care who its owner is."

Alan smiled faintly. "I have a rule, too. I want to steal people from my hands unless I step on my corpse."

"Not even me?" Hawson's eyes glowed with lightning.

"Even if the Great Emperor is here, I will still say that!" Alan's eyes lit up as he looked at the Eldest Prince without the slightest hint of hesitation.

The atmosphere was tense.

Ryan's entire back was soaked with sweat. Who didn't know Hawson's tyrannical Ollis. Besides being overbearing, this prince was also a lunatic. Alan finished his sentence at this moment. Perhaps Hawson would jump up and bite him. He had only just arrived at the Northern Capital for reinforcements, and Ryan didn't want him to lose it. He could only look at Julian, hoping that the Second Prince could turn the tide.

Julien's expression was unsightly, and Hawson's actions almost ignored his existence. At the same time, he was also shocked by Alan's hardliness. He didn't believe that Alan had never heard of Hawson, but knowing that Hawson was domineering and unreasonable, and still dared to fight him head-on, it wasn't as simple as having guts. Such a person was either absolutely confident in himself or a reckless man. josei

What kind of Alan would it be?

Just as the Second Prince was about to get out of the siege, Hawson suddenly laughed, "Very well, you are the first one to challenge me like this. Sir Alan is more interested in me than my subordinates. How about Sir Alan consider coming to my side? Count is nothing. As long as you agree to help me, I can even give you an imperial division!"

Julian almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Hawson was digging a corner in front of him and offering such an attractive offer. With an imperial division in hand, that meant that Hawson would at least arrange for Allen to enter the army. At the very least, he was also a general, plus his status as an Earl. Allen wanted to be famous, to have territories, to have soldiers, to have soldiers, was a very powerful lord. Hateful was that Hawson did have this ability, and as far as Julian knew, with his authority, he could arrange a division general. It could be said that he had already taken out his trump card in order to recruit Alan.

Alan was also shocked, but he reacted before anyone else. He smiled and said, "If I first came into contact with the Eldest Prince, it would be very difficult for me to refuse such a condition. Unfortunately, I have already promised His Highness Julian that I will not obey his orders. Besides, if I were to betray him, it would be very difficult for the Eldest Prince to confide in such a disloyal person, right?"

Hawson narrowed his eyes, but he didn't lose his temper. At this moment, the skinny monkey-like man behind him stepped forward and said, "You don't know what's good for you, but if you don't serve someone like the First Prince, your eyes are useless. Forget about being blind!"

Suddenly, his figure flashed and he pounced towards Alan. Julian was furious, "Impudent!"

However, it was too late for the Second Prince to interfere.

The man's right hand flashed with lightning, and two black lines flew out from his sleeve, piercing Allen's eyes.

Alan made no move.

Behind him, a clear-cut saber rang out.

In the man's eyes, Allen's figure was suddenly replaced by another youth, followed by a magnificent river of stars. His two black lines shot into the galaxy and were bounced off with two bangs. However, that galaxy was so vast that it pierced through the sky, giving people the feeling that there was no way to hide, no way to block it. The man screamed and flicked his hands. Immediately, black lines shot out and collided with the starry river, causing a series of muffled sounds of Origin Energy collisions to resound.

At the same time, he forced himself to retreat, wanting to stay further away from the vast galaxy.

Suddenly, his neck turned cold, and the man immediately stood still, his heart beating wildly. At the corner of his eye, a long saber wrapped in silver threads was placed on his neck at some unknown time. The youth who had been standing in front of Allen said coldly in his ear, "You dare to attack him with this little bit of skill. I don't think it's a problem if you don't want these hands of yours."

The Star Saber moved and pulled out an afterimage to chop off the man's hands. Alan shouted, "Stop, Regis! This is the imperial capital, don't hurt anyone."

Regis snorted and chopped it into flat pieces. A wave of chill swept across the man's hand. The Star Saber returned to its sheath, and the youth walked back with a face full of dissatisfaction.