The Titan Empire: The Game of Power

Volume 1, Chapter 7

"You and those children are different, your own clear knowledge of this, Turin those so-called luxury elite more than a few compared to you, Oscar, you are not destined to be an extraordinary person."

"I know, but things have to be taken one step at a time, I still don't know what that Supreme Being of Turin is going to do to me, maybe it's another incarceration too."

"Child! You need to be optimistic. Your family is in the most powerful period in its history, there is no comparison to ten years ago, or do you think His Majesty the Emperor would release you so easily?"

"Let's not worry about that, okay? Moronzo, you're retired, go to the lake to fish and hunt. Oh la! This kind of life is somewhat enviable even for a teenager like me."

"Hehe! This is all thanks to you."

"No! Moronzo, you deserve this, and as I said, you will have my eternal respect." Oscar wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin and signaled the orderly standing still that he could remove his plate.

"I have two letters here, one for your daughter, Rolana. Gertea. Miss Hanin, don't frown will you! I don't mean anything else but to apologize to her for not leaving without saying goodbye, and this one, please pass it on to my friend Mr. Domingo, who is my representative here, and who has taken over the position of Big Brother of the Prisoners' Autonomous Management Committee."

"These are no problem, then, you are leaving?" Moronzo was really a bit reluctant to leave.

"Yes! Leaving immediately, I didn't alarm anyone, but to you I can't, this is my formal farewell to you, thank you for everything you have done for me in the past ten years. Should you have any difficulty in the future, I beg you to believe that Osne . Morissette will not hesitate to help you in any way. Morissette will not hesitate to lend you a helping hand." Oscar rose and embraced the Count in a tight embrace.

The teenager took one more look at the gray fortress in the rain and mist in the distance as he walked out of the Count's residence, knowing that the part of his life that had belonged to Domolga's passing had ended forever.

The caravan moved slowly through the heavy rain. A squadron of cavalry from the Knights of Narcissus was taking care of the convoy's escort. They were not allowed to enter Domolga, so they could only meet up with the young master outside the city. In fact the armies that could enter Domolga had to be licensed by His Majesty the Emperor, or else they would be considered treasonous.

The knights had long swords at their hips, lances in their hands, and heavy shields leaning casually against the side of their saddles; the equipment was simple but extremely lethal, and they were lined up around the caravan in a loose formation that allowed their horses to move swiftly and facilitated the gathering of formations for their charge.

Each knight was clad in pure black armor, with a blooming, white daffodil flower engraved on the front chest! That was their pride and their totem, the daffodil flower of Narcissus County in the Eastern Province of Patience in the Empire not only represented friendship and love, but also symbolized loyalty and bravery.

The style of the knights' armor was not uniform, which was also a major feature of the Narcissus Knights, some of the armor was even older than the history of the Titan Empire, and the knights who wore such armor were far more respected than the new recruits whose armor was brand new and bright. Knights of Narcissus receive their weapons from their fathers and inherit their armor from the bodies of their loved ones, and they go forward into battle against the fierce Porcius cavalry, not to survive, but simply to keep the blooming Narcissus behind them from being trampled by the barbaric invaders.

The Knights of Narcissus, who have fought bravely for the Empire against the infidels for 400 years, are greeted with the warmest of welcomes wherever they go, and the Imperial soldiers call them the "Tigers of Anru"! The Church called them the Shield of the Light! Along the way, they passed through countless outposts on the outskirts of Domolga, where officers and soldiers paraded to see the warriors off. Everywhere they went, they did the same.

Oscar didn't have much fondness for these serious and earnest looking knights, and Antonie didn't like the smell of them either. But there was one thing that made Oscar sigh with great admiration, and that was Countess Homan's genius ability to organize things. Anne had bagged all the items she had accumulated over the past ten years, and had packed eight large carts in their entirety! The horses pulling the carts complained about human cruelty the whole way.

But Anne was also complaining, she complained why Oscar blackmailed Molonzo, the "ice bear sofa" took up a lot of space, so that she had to give up some important items.

Oscar ignored her.

The road was not smooth, the rain washed out many sections of the road, and the caravan had to "crawl" carefully.

In fact, the largest number of people in the caravan, besides the luggage, were the Knights of Buffy, and there were not many familiar faces with Oscar at all. The attendants, led by Miss Fenral Donat. The ladies-in-waiting, headed by Miss Fenral Donat, occupied one wagon; the liar Leech, now Baron Ebber, was sitting in the other wagon with the Poison Doctor, alias Parker; and General Wolsaka, whose face burned with pain from the poisonous drugs that had slightly altered his appearance, drove the wagon for Oskar. The General was not getting along with his natural enemies, the Buffy Knights, and the leader of the Knights, a Mr. Colonel who had just passed his Paladin exams, always felt that the young master's coachman exuded the same aura as those enemies he had faced.

Also in the car with Oscar was that Mr. Supreme Prosecutor. The young man never even looked squarely at the dying Marquis Van Erdo. Marquis Eldo, the prosecutor also seemed to anticipate something was going on, and he always had a wry smile on his face.

There was a gentle knock on the car door in the rain. Oscar lowered the window that shielded the car from the rain. The face of the reserve paladin, somewhat pale from the rain, appeared in front of the teenager's eyes.

"Young Master! The appointed place is about to arrive, may I ask what your orders are?"

"Oh la! Tell the knights to take their positions, although this weather is very favorable to us, it's best not to cause any trouble."

"Yes! Young master!"

Oscar lowered the rain curtain, he smiled and looked at Van. Marquis Eldo.

The Marquis immediately thought of what was about to happen. "Haha! I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that the big-name Knights of Narcissus with their glorious history would be doing 'corpse removers'! I always thought that this job would be done by your criminal friends."

"Mr. Marquis, do you find it convincing that your expedition all perished in a natural disaster, while you survived in a major way?" Oscar laughed heartily.

"A child is a child after all, if it were me I would never talk to an adult like that, if I wasn't prepared for everything do you believe I would agree to take part in your dirty plan?" It seems that the Marquis Lord who knows the world of darkness well has also come prepared.

"Let's not talk about that, shall we? Dear Mr. Supreme Prosecutor. Can you tell me who you trust the most? Oh la! Let me guess, your wife! That beautiful Duke lady. Isn't that right?"

"Sort of! There are some things she is not fit to know, but her love for me is unwavering, why do you ask? Don't presume to hit on her, she comes from a family that even your father would not want to make an enemy of."

"Geez! Van. Lord Marquis Eldo, I did not know that you loved your wife so dearly, but have you ever thought that since that duchess can love a married man, it is possible for her to fall in love with some carter, horseman, or even a liar?"

The Marquis was annoyed; no one could joke with his wife. "You will apologize to me, Ossigne . Anou. Monsieur Morissette, what you have said has seriously offended me and my wife."

To the furious Marquis Oscar did not pay much attention, his voice was as calm as it could be. "Unfortunately, Mr. Marquis, I'm afraid your wife will have to remarry, one of my men has won her heart and she has betrayed you, or to be more precise, that dark cabinet in your study where your letter of denunciation is located, and where your so-called 'all preparations' have been reduced to ashes. "

"You lie! You lie!" The Marquis was suddenly frantic, he didn't want to believe it, but he realized that all his leverage including his beloved was gone from him. He intended to pounce and tear Oscar to pieces. But Oscar's fists were much faster than the Marquis' movements, and the Marquis felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a bull, and the Marquis seemed to hear Oscar say something to him before he fainted from the pain.

Oscar said, "I'm sorry, it's all true."

The Marquis woke up wide awake in the cold air, and the first thing he did when he came to his senses was gawk until the sharp pain in his chest brought him back to reality. The imp was gone! He was the only one in the carriage, oh! That fat bastard probably broke his ribs, and the Marquis was a little surprised where that teenager got that much strength. But the Marquis immediately started thinking again, that guy wouldn't let himself go like that! What is he going to do?

Marquis struggled to move his torso, the stabbing pain in his chest caused him to spurt out a mouthful of blood when he moved. He looked out the window of the car, the rain was pouring down and there were dozens of carriages parked silently on the mountain road. Oh! Gosh! The Marquis understood his situation after seeing those carriages. Those were the carriages in which the already dead members of the c******n's expedition had traveled, and that villain was going to bury him completely with a mountain stone. The Marquis cried! He broke down! He didn't care about the heavy blows to his body as he desperately tried to climb out of the carriage.

A loud roar suddenly resounded throughout the whole world, a desperate neighing came from the horses, they dragged the bulky carriage on the mountain path with nowhere to run, the Marquis was stunned! Mountain rocks mixed with muddy water poured down so fast from the heights that the Marquis didn't even have time to think before he heard the sound of his carriage being torn apart.

Oscar, who was far away at the foot of the mountain, nodded his head in satisfaction, and the Lord Knight beside him also nodded his head in satisfaction, Oscar was satisfied that this perfect operation had finally come to an end, and the Paladin was satisfied with the kind of weapon called gunpowder from the eastern continent.

"Young Master! Let's hit the road!"

"Yes! Mr. Colonel! Let's hit the road."

Oscar went on his way with an indescribable feeling that he had cleared all the present obstacles, but in the future he was greeted by an even more treacherous journey of life.

The caravan did not reach the intended town because of the heavy rain, and Oscar and his group had to camp in the wilderness. It was late in the day, but fortunately the rain was much lighter.

The Buffy Knights skillfully set up their tents. Oscar's tent was the first to be built, and the knights placed the young master's beloved chaise lounge in it. Oscar invited Antony and his ladies-in-waiting into the tent, while he himself ran outside for a stroll.

"Greetings! Young master!"

"Greetings! Young master!"

The Buffy Knights who bumped into Oscar respectfully saluted their young master, which made Oscar more than a little strange; it was said that in order to gain the respect of the Buffy Knights one had to be able to do two things, one was to strike them down with their swords openly and honestly, and the other was to cut off the heads of 100 Borsis Cavalrymen on the battlefield. Oscar never seemed to have done any of those things.

Being able to tell that the knights were interested in Osne. Anru. Morissette's respect was from the bottom of their hearts, and they were proud of the young lord who had traveled thousands of miles to Domolga to protect them. When Oscar appeared, the knights stopped what they were doing and treated the young lord with the same courtesy they would have given to a marshal. Oscar was a little pleased with himself, and he walked about as if he were a little peacock with his screen open.

When the knights had pretty much disposed of the camp, the heavy rain that had been falling all day finally stopped. The serious knights showed their smiling faces, they made fires, cooked food, hunted, and kept watch, everything was so organized.

Soon, the camp was filled with the aroma of barbecued game, and the cavalry sergeant doing the cooking was obviously a good hand at it, everyone gathered around him and laughed.

Little Oscar was not very used to this kind of group life, at first, it was difficult for him to even have a conversation with these riders. But soon, Oscar adapted to this strong country accent, he was born as a native Buffy.

Oscar and the knights talked happily, from the words of the knights Oscar for the first time unusually strong homesickness. It was a heavenly place where daffodils bloomed in all seasons. Although Oskar had no memory of his hometown, he still remembered playing with his mother, the beautiful Princess, in a sea of flowers, and that joyful feeling had only appeared in Oskar's dreams, and now Oskar had found the hope to have it indeed.

The reserve paladin, Camille Reallen, was sitting in Oskar's chair. Reallen sat beside Oscar, and the knights sat in a circle around their colonel and young master. As they all ate and talked, the knights spoke most of all about the glorious battle history of their squadron, while Oscar was attentively being a good listener.

Colonel Reallen was a fine soldier, born into a family of soldiers, every generation of his family had lost someone on the battlefield, likewise, one or two Paladins had appeared in every generation of Reallen's family, his father and uncle in the previous generation, and it was his turn to take up the responsibility of protecting his family in the current one.

The colonel was curious about the young master beside him, he was not tall and a bit fat, such a person appeared on the battlefield could only go to the death. But he had examined the wounds of the Marquis de Van Eldor. However, after examining the injuries of the Marquis of Van Eldor, he completely rejected his own opinion, the young master's fist is very powerful, and the most surprising is the technique contained in that punch, from the surface, the marquis's sternum is completely sunken, that unlucky guy at least six ribs are broken, but this punch is only to make the bones broken, the broken bones did not damage the organs, but only caused the marquis's mobility is not easy. If he had used that skillful technique to hit the vitals directly, the colonel believed that the young master could kill a cow with one punch.

The other knights were also curious about the young lord, the infamous Domolga Prison still had something to boast about when it came to the distant county of Narcissus, and the young lord must have been a strong man, having spent ten years of darkness in that hellish magical fortress.

If so the knights were merely curious, but in the Borough of Anru, the young lord of the House of Anru, Osne. Anru. Morissette's name was known to everyone! No one here thought the young lord was guilty, the murderer who had savagely violated Miss Sasha deserved to be punished, and although Miss Sasha was only fourteen years old, everyone who saw her believed her to be the god of Narcissus, the symbol of all of Anruhara!

Therefore, young master Osnee, who bravely saved Miss Sasha, is a well-deserved hero in the hearts of the people of Anru, and what the warriors of the "Shield of the Light God" would like to mention most is that the young master beat a fifteen year old half-grown boy to death when he was five years old, and the young master was nicknamed "Anru's Crazy Tiger" by the soldiers. The young master's nickname among the soldiers was the "Crazy Tiger of Anru"!

Oscar didn't know that he was that famous back home, he was a bit baffled by the enthusiasm of the knights, he briefly ate some wild game before returning to his tent, Antonie was already lying on the soft bed in a deep sleep, he stroked Anne's cheek before covering her with a blanket.

When the whole camp was quiet Oscar was still not asleep, he was a little curious about some of his father's ways, the Lord Duke seemed to help himself at every turn, yet kept a distance from himself quite obviously.

Oscar did not want to and could not think about it any longer, he glanced at the windless candle flame, and then at Anne, who was still asleep on one side, and when he rose from his chaise, he had noiselessly taken the scimitar in his hand.

A murderous aura of the utmost intensity pervaded the tent.

No one has ever seen Othniel. Anru. Morissette had ever used a scimitar, and most of the time people just thought of his blackened scimitar as an ornament. Oscar did sometimes use it as an ornament, when he had paid a great deal of money to acquire the legendary scimitar from the black market.

Oscar would only use the machete when his life was in danger, although Oscar could kill the enemy with any weapon, but only the machete could save his life, killing the enemy and saving his life were two different things.

Oscar held the machete in his hand, all he had to do now was to save his life, the enemy was too strong! Oscar didn't know where he was, he couldn't even focus his spirit, this was something that would only happen after being locked by the enemy's powerful spirit. His spirit was losing the battle against this unusually cold spirit, and he instinctively chose to escape.

The enemy in the darkness still didn't strike, he was a connoisseur, Oscar could still counterattack, this teenager could still execute a biting counterattack! Oscar's fighting spirit slowly dissipated under the immense pressure, but he didn't give up resisting, his brain worked frantically. The words of the King of Killers seemed to be in his ears, a true killer will never appear in front of you, they usually deliver a fatal blow in the loopholes of your mind.

Holes in the mind! Holes in the mind! Oscar desperately shouted the words in his mind! Suddenly he had a flash of insight! Anne! Sleeping Antonie breathes evenly, but her heart beats "twice"! The assassin was able to disguise her breathing with the help of Anne, but he couldn't harmonize the frequency of her heartbeats.

The machete cuts a rainbow of colors in the light of the lamp, and the tent behind Anne is torn open by the bayonet. The purpose of the machete and the bayonet were so similar that without a single superfluous movement, the machete slashed at the throat with a strong wind, and the bayonet ran towards the heart with a cold flash. They both seemed to have forgotten to dodge.

Oscar and the killer's figures instantly overlapped and abruptly separated, there was blood on the machete and blood on the bayonet, not much! One drop each.

Both of them turned around at the same time, Oscar held the scimitar in front of his chest, and the killer's bayonet pointed diagonally at the ground. The duel was still going on, the difference was that Oscar regained his confidence, he felt full of strength, his scimitar was trembling slightly, his eyes could even feel the flow of the other's blood.

Annie's scream didn't startle the two men in the standoff, they were too focused on the duel. Countless footsteps around them were concentrating on the big tent.

"With a loud bang, the tent was let down from all sides by the knights! Oscar and the Slayer struck at the same time. A dark cloud met a deep blue lightning bolt.

After a gust of wind that was capable of tearing the air, both men took a few steps backward, their weapons hanging limply, their bodies blooming with blood until then.

The cavalry's sabers and lances broke through the air.

"Stop!" Oscar was a little unconvinced that the frail voice belonged to him.

The weapons stopped at the assassin's various vitals, and if Oscar hadn't called a halt in time, the assassin's body would have been twisted into powder in the next moment.

Oscar with the column of knives, his body can be said to be stabbed with a thousand holes, so that some of the vitals were avoided by him.

The killer wasn't in a very good condition either, he had a twenty centimeter long s***h wound on his right chest and the side of his waist. As he breathed in sharply, blood scrambled out of the wounds, but fortunately the slashes weren't very deep.

Anne was stunned! Pars was held back by the knights, clutching his first aid kit! Richie had no idea what was happening! The preparatory paladin was about to get angry! Of all the people only Wolsaka was unimpressed by this, knowing full well that the assassin couldn't have taken Oscar's life at all, especially when the little fat man was holding the scimitar.

Oscar laughed at this! This laugh then tore the wound, he laughed hard, and the sound sounded more like a moan. "Is there a need to fight so hard?"

The Slayer laughed as well, and with that laugh he accelerated the blood loss, and he laughed hard as well, but his voice was better than Oscar's, "Sorry! Got too into it for a moment!"

Both men who said the words wore a look of general relief as they planted themselves on the ground at the same time! The entire camp was thrown into chaos.

It was the next afternoon when Oscar woke up. Annie was curled up next to him, her eyes were red and swollen, she looked like she had been crying a lot.

Oscar barely looked up at himself, he now looked as if he had just been trampled by an elephant. Oscar felt a little pity for himself, the second day after arriving in the free world he was so badly injured, this really didn't know what kind of bad luck he had been dealt.

Annie didn't sleep soundly, she woke up immediately when she felt the movement, after seeing Oscar looking at her with big eyes, Annie couldn't help but cry out again, Oscar rolled his eyes a little bit, comforting Annie has always been a troublesome thing.

The people outside the tent heard the commotion and all came in, Poison Doctor Pars, Richie, Camille. Rayallen, and the assassin, the assassin who had one of Oscar's carter's hands clamped tightly around his throat.

Pars examined Oscar's wounds, the poison doctor was very careful, he hadn't dealt with such a serious injury in years. Finally the poison doctor nodded in satisfaction, "Dear Oscar! Congratulations! The wound has scabbed over, and in a few days you'll be the fat little man alive again!"

Oscar smiled still hard. "Thank you for your blessing!"

"Young master, you'd better introduce us to this assassin! Otherwise I can't guarantee that my men won't hurt him!" Camille. Colonel Camille Lealon has always hated assassins who only strike from behind. Besides, this guy somehow knocked out all sixteen knights who were on watch last night! It was an insult to the Knights of Buffy! It was worse than killing them! Everyone in the knights wanted to stab this guy.

"Ah! Would you all get out, please? I've got nothing more to do here, just leave Mr. Slayer behind!"

"That will never do! You are unbelievable! This guy is going to murder you!" Colonel Rayallen immediately vetoed his young master's proposal.

"Oh la! Don't fret yourself, Mr. Colonel! Blizzards don't kill a man a second time." Oscar said easily.

The air in the big tent suddenly became a little thinner, and they were all sucked into people's lungs. "Blizzard! For ten years sitting in the chair of the number one assassin in the Dark World. The colonel took a careful look at the pale, tall and thin middle-aged man. He sighed, turned around and walked out.

People went out, and Blizzard rubbed his neck, which was about to be crushed. "Your coachman has a strong hand!"

"I learned my machete from him!"

"Oh?" Blizzard's eyes suddenly lit up. "He's that captured General Borsis, no wonder!"

"Do you want to duel with him?" Oscar asked with a smile.

Blizzard thought for a moment, "No!" He answered with difficulty, "Face to face I have no chance of winning."

"Then keep your mouth shut! He's not captured!"

"Oh! Well then, is 13 okay?" Blizzard brought up his old partner.

"Yeah, it's okay, how about you? I mean how did you find me so fast?" Oscar wondered.

"Too lonely.13 might have told you that solo assassins are not good at all! And business is very bad right now, so since 13 entrusted me to look after you, I came right over."

"Oh la! Thanks for 'looking after' me, I'm going to be bedridden for a week, it doesn't get any better than that!" Oscar cried a little.

"Ah! Sorry about that! I was just trying to scare you a little bit and then make some noise about my appearance, but who knows ...... never mind! Like I said, just got a little too into it for a moment. Besides I'm not having a good time, you almost got my guts all over the place."

"Yeah? But why do you seem to be fine at all now?"

"I'm a little surprised too, the wound wasn't as painful as I thought it would be, probably because your healer handled it better! Who is that guy? He doesn't look like a good guy to me."

"Oh la! The wound doesn't hurt much, huh? Haha! That guy really isn't a nice guy, he's Pars, the poison doctor, haha! You'd better get your a*s back in bed now, what Pars gave you is probably a painkiller called pethidine, it's very potent, but you can't take too much of this stuff, that works like opium, haha! When the d**g wears off, you'll know where the nickname poison doctor came from! Hahaha! Worthy of Pars!" Oscar was very happy now.

Blizzard's face was ugly, there weren't many people walking in the dark world who hadn't heard of the Poison Doctor's great name, and if he knew that the one who treated his wounds was this gentleman, then he might as well just die.

"Oh! It's like this! It seems that the Poison Doctor really lives up to his name." What else could Blizzard do now but smile bitterly? "You can call me Paul, it's a pleasure to meet you, there aren't many people in the Western Continent who can fight me to a draw, it's worthy of being a big shot coming out of Domolga!"

"Hello Paul! I'm honored as well, you can call me Oscar, 13 is my friend, you're his partner, so from today you're my friend as well, let's take care of each other! But you really should go and have a good talk with the poison doctor now, or I might somehow lose you as a friend, really!"

Blizzard was a bit scared! Compared to the big names that he had assassinated, the status of those who had been poisoned by the Poison Doctor was not low. They were all top figures in their respective fields.

Oscar looked at the flustered Paul with some amusement, this guy was originally just a downtrodden knight who had given 13 selfless help when he had just arrived at Titan.13 had taught him countless skills in order to repay the favor of this exotic friend. As a result, this still has some naive killer after 13 "disappeared" automatically became the Western Continent's first, and in the countless actions and peer competition in the actual seat.

Oscar remembers 13 saying that a true killer is not necessarily a loner, but a loner is the easiest to deal with, and that a killer with one or two good and loyal partners is likely to be invincible for the rest of his life. Blizzard was 13's partner, and was behind many of 13's famous assassinations.