The Titan Empire: The Game of Power

Volume 2, Chapter 8

At dusk, as a setting sun painted in a brilliant great red sunk into the west, the city of Turin lit its lamps. These glowed with a yellowish hue as they flickered silently, and they all seemed to tell a marvelous story, emanating light and heat from every corner, from the spacious and luxurious parlors of the nobles to the restrained and simple dining tables of the commoners.

The city has bid farewell to the hustle and bustle of the day, even the roadside beggars have stopped the endless begging, they gathered in the various dark corners of the lair, shamelessly exchanging the experience of begging.

Titan's great noble lords although the poverty and toil unjustifiably imposed on the lower class people, but the God of Light has given the masses the greatest spirit, they are cheerful, they are optimistic, they are ravaged by the burden of life nearly numb, but they still retain their own tiny happiness.

Although these pleasures are nothing more than dancing, going to the theater, and drinking sweet wine, do you expect these citizens, who are ready to lose their jobs at any moment, to have nobler pursuits? They thought that spitting on the statue of the king was a noble act, but the guards and searchers of the Ministry of Justice thought otherwise. These mad dogs with thick wooden clubs in their hands bite people everywhere, and all the civilians of Turin have heard the sound of the wind as the clubs whistled over their heads.

AUSNE. Anru. It wasn't the first time that His Royal Highness Prince Morissette had taken to the streets, these days he would call his beloved sister and bring his sleepy bodyguard for a nighttime tour of the Imperial Capital after dinner.

Writing took up most of his energy, and he tended to lazily lean back in the rented carriage and enjoy the delicate massages of the little lady.

The rented carriage had already aroused the suspicion of the Ministry of Justice's guards, it would always walk on the streets of Turin City until late at night before turning back, some spies had once tried to follow it, but they were quickly warned by their superiors that the carriage should never be messed with, and that included the parts of the carriage, the horses pulling the carriage, the people driving the carriage, and the ones seated inside the carriages.

Sasha was skeptical, she felt that her brother "Ice Bear" had spent all of his brain time digesting after dinner. Although she didn't know why he was in such a state, she could read the blood and bleakness in his eyes.

Only the beasts of the wilderness could possess these two unrelated feelings, and such beasts would either go crazy in the bloodshed or perish in the desolation.

The Oscar at this time was indeed exceptionally dangerous! Blizzard was able to feel the killing aura that the teenager was emitting intentionally or unintentionally, and he wasn't sure what kind of situation it was, and he likewise didn't understand the teenage Prince's state of mind, and he didn't know when he started to become a little afraid of this little fat man. Paul's fear can not be called fear, as the king of killers, he has long since lost this sentiment, Paul felt that it was just a lion in the face of an angry rhinoceros can make the instinctive reaction, rather than fear, we should call it more of a retreat.

Yes, anyone and anything that offended Oscar would be destroyed by him without mercy, he reveled in the scent of Domolga, he felt that the crowd around him were all criminals, he watched them suffer, he watched them being oppressed, and when the time was right Oscar would lead them to rise up in revolt, Oscar could already smell the scent of blood that was slowly evaporating from deep within the strata of the Duerin, and with the instinct of a wild animal, he knows that this outwardly prosperous and affluent metropolis isn't really all that glamorous, and he knows that there is a great force trying to shake, if not destroy, this huge city.

The Prince was filled with some jumbled thoughts, but he was still reacting to some outside stimuli. Ministry of Justice guards were scavenging the corpses of vagabonds lying on the side of the road, young girls who were not yet adults were posing in all sorts of ridiculous positions to seduce passersby, hooligans were brawling, women were quarreling, and aristocrats were traveling through the illuminated hotels and salons. The teenage Prince had lost his favorable impression of the sprawling city, the capital was now more like a garbage collection point.

Oscar took his sister's arm, his voice sounding very tired.

"Sasha, let's go back, let's go home."

Seven-year-old Osne. Anru. Morissette had a new home, one that was on the top floor of the most heavily guarded inner fortress of Domolga Prison. The iron door that locked Oscar in looked much lighter than the stone door in the water cell, but it didn't matter, the teenager was used to prison life, he had a lot of things to do, and 13 had a lot of homework set out for him.

The master of this prison was another silent fellow, Oscar had seen many slaves plundered from the battlefields back home, this fellow's face resembled theirs, the racial hatred rooted in Anru made Oscar a little wary of him, the teenager followed 13's teachings to assassinate him, but this so-called general was clearly a monster, Oscar found that he was always outside of the trajectory of his own attacks, the teenager never succeeded in getting close to him.

Wassaka. Muhammad was somewhat kind to the youngster, the reason for this came from the boy's father, who had promised to take care of the child on the condition that a small shrine be set up in his cell, which he knew the Anru family would be able to get.

The Duke agreed to this request, and this lord was willing to spend whatever it took as long as his youngest son was able to gain safety.

There was no way the Titans under the wings of the Gods of Light would allow the existence of the True Gods, and the shrine of General Wolsaka. General Muhammad's shrine was enough to cause an earthquake, and the adjudicatory chamber of the Church of Light would burn everyone associated with it.

The general had never taken part in the battles against the Anru family, the army under his leadership had been circling the border guards of the Eastern Dynasties until he was framed, wondering why there existed at the feet of the True God such a despicable group of people who had forgotten the honor and status given to them by the True God, and who knew nothing but to scavenge for land, money, and beautiful women. The general had decided to file a complaint in front of the true God when he realized that he had been completely betrayed by the powers that be in his country, and that the true God would always guide him and his people, and that eventually they would eradicate all the evil sycophants on earth.

Oscar stopped his assassination after some days with the general, for the general was a little frightened; he could not eat well, he could not sleep well, and he was always on his guard against this little fat boy. He wondered a little how a child could know so many murderous tricks.

The general decided that he needed to distract the child with something and could no longer allow the little fat boy to use himself in a weight loss program. Vosaka had the teenager relay some of his requests to the warden, and he ended up with a piece of wood, which he used the teenager's dagger to carve into a wooden blade, a common Borsis scimitar to be more exact.

The general looked like a different person the moment he picked up the blade, and Oscar simply couldn't resist that volcanic eruption-like aura. This kind of aura lifted the teenager, who was a bit mesmerized by what he was looking at, off his feet.

Vosaka was indeed excited, he had been imprisoned for nine years, more than three thousand days and nights he had been longing to be able to pick up his former weapon once again, and now he had it, although it was only a wooden knife, but he was very satisfied with his work, this wooden knife had even begun to glitter with a chilling light similar to that of metal.

The general's wooden knife was flying, and the entire prison room resounded with the hissing of the cold wind.

Oscar watched in disbelief, he already knew that this new roommate was very difficult to mess with, but he didn't understand the true meaning of powerful until this moment, the general who danced with the knife was not to be violated by anyone, and the curved knife could tear apart anything that blocked its movement.

In the following days, Oscar had to enjoy the General's knife dance once a day, the perfect trajectory of the curved blade made the teenager watch it as if he was mesmerized, and a voice in his mind began to call out over and over again, and he knew that it was urging him to pick up that knife.

The General's cell was spacious, the General cleaned it once a day, it even had a sunny barred window. Early in the morning, sunlight and birds would fall on this small window, which was only forty centimeters in length and width. The teenager would tease those birds with some food during every meal, it wasn't anything childish, but the teenager hoped that he wouldn't be poisoned by something inexplicable, so the birds became the best experiments, the teenager didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this, there were many truths in the killer's theories that could only be tested with life.

Wassaka. Muhammad was a standard soldier, and while the Borsis cavalry wasn't very precisely formed, that didn't stop the warriors from growing. Vosaka was born on horseback, grew up in the army, practiced swordplay on the battlefield, and felt life in the midst of life and death, all of which contributed to his character of steel.

No one but the Great and True God can appease the heart of a warrior, and Watsaka Mohammad has made his loyalty to the Great and True God his own. Watsaka Muhammad, who had dedicated his loyalty and blood to this deity, had once begged for forgiveness one night after his arrest because he wanted to end his life, which was the right of the true God.

We know that the general did not die, he even lived a good life, which should not be the behavior of a Porcellian general, who usually chooses to die with his enemies. Why the general did not choose to kill himself has been the subject of endless debate among continental historians, and the general's memoirs contain only one line of explanation for this, "The true God gave me the unknown, I believe." This statement is undoubtedly a spoiler, and I am afraid that if he had not said it, it would not have given rise to the controversy of later generations.

Wassaka. Mohammed's life in prison was as precise as when he was in the field; he would get up at the same time every day, wake up the little fat man at the same time every day, worship at the same time every day, eat at the same time every day, and use his scimitar against his imaginary enemies at the same time every day. At other times during the day, the general would sit in a corner of the prison and chant devoutly.

The General wasn't fluent in Titan, but Oscar wasn't very familiar with grammar and syntax either, and since he had no access to literacy in prison, and his two roommates were completely illiterate, he was left to his own devices to formulate his sentences haphazardly.

The general was intrigued by the teenager, he didn't know who taught the little fat man those strange training methods, but as a strict soldier and a Black Blade warrior of the highest segment of the Borsis, he admitted that those kinds of methods would undoubtedly be able to produce a powerful warrior.

The teenager grumbled a bit at the general, who would kick himself out of bed at the c***k of dawn, but then again the teenager respected General Mohammed from the bottom of his heart. The general's strict discipline, the general's accuracy and firmness, and even the general's devotion in dealing with that horrible idol, all of these had a great impact on the teenager's mind and life. He had learned the skills of an assassin from 13 when he was five or six years old, and he had begun to learn the manners of a soldier from this foreign general when he was seven years old, and this little fat boy's good learning had determined his future.

The small gate outside the back garden of 31 Penelope Avenue, His Royal Highness the Prince helped his sister back home, he loved the garden of this guild house with its tall walls of trees and flowers and green grass everywhere. His lovely sister would hold his hand and pamper herself in the bushes, at which point he would pick the most beautiful flowers in the garden and present the bouquet to his little angel like a knight.

As they had done for the past few days, the brother and sister kissed each other goodbye in the garden, and the sister went back to her bedroom in the residence, while the brother went to his own little cottage. The little building, which was of a new style, had been built by Cousin Tic out of his own pocket, but unfortunately it had been used as a bargaining chip in a game of cards, and Oscar had won it without using much of his brains at all.

Pars, the poison doctor, oh yes, now he is Dr. Parker, the physician. Healer Parker was waiting to be summoned by his young master, it was a rule brought over from Domolga that every once in a while Brother Scales would summon his allies and minions to meet, so that they could be briefed on what was going on, and also chat and play cards and blow each other off or whatever.

Oscar summoned the physician into the small study, where there is His Royal Highness the Prince's beloved recliner, the fat man has recently become accustomed to the bumps of the carriage, but there is still a big distance between habit and enjoyment.

The young man found the most comfortable reclining position on the chaise almost instantly, and he squinted his eyes lazily, playing with a huge cigar in his hand, all as if he were in Domolga.

"How have you been?" The coldness that dripped from the teenager's words was highly disproportionate to the cozy expression on his face.

"Thanks to you, life these days can be described as completely happy, I'm doing some experiments and teaching Miss Fenral, everything is fine, really." Pars answered carefully, knowing that the teenager had been on fire lately and that he wouldn't be interested in talking nonsense to himself.

"Oh, that's good, that Miss Fenral hasn't caused you any trouble, has she?" Oscar still had some memory of the daughter that Uncle Karch had saved with his life, a girl of passable looks and temperament.

Pars felt proud that Oscar had mentioned his student, that Miss Fenral's heart and love of medicine would undoubtedly make her an excellent healer.

"Oh yes, you may rest assured that Miss Fenral is a good student and I'm sure she will become a qualified healer, but apparently she's in a very bad state right now, she's a bit confused and that confusion has affected her learning progress."

"Oh? Tell me about it." The truth was that Oscar lacked any interest at all in Ms. Fenral's confusion, but he asked because it was supposed to be a time for idle chatter, and the Prince needed something unrelated to regulate his mood, which was unusually strained by the memoirs.

"Heh! It was a girlish sentiment; Miss Fenral was your maid of honor, was she not? But you never asked her to engage in this aspect of work, which made her unable to hold her head up within those girls, so ...... Oh, you should understand, that's all."

Oscar thought for a moment, he didn't really understand Miss Fenral's so-called girlish complex, she needed to work like a maid of honor didn't she? Then one could perfectly well give her something to do, it couldn't be simpler.

The Poison Doctor was still a little miffed as he emerged from the small study, what was that little fat man signaling the meeting was over after he had finished his two sentences? Pars told Ritchie the Liar, who was waiting outside the door, to be a little more careful, His Royal Highness was very much out of sorts.

Oscar waits at the door as Richie enters and he gives the impostor Baron an affectionate hug. The impostor is different from Pars, in Domolga, Dobie . Leanne. Creech was one of the teenager's several teachers. This sinful son of the Creech family was a great liar, but he was still a top-notch aristocrat who taught young Oscar how to play himself as a gentleman that even the gods would praise.

Why can Little Ritchie become the biggest liar in the western continent? First of all to say that this guy's interest lies in this, and secondly, Little Ritchie should have been baptized, and his father was a Duke, then the God of Light must have been napping at that time, or else this great god would not have allowed a liar to have such amazing attainments in psychology and behavior.

The Great Liar, like several of the Little Liar's other teachers, was very pleased with his pupil, and the time he and Little Oscar spent together in a cell was something to be remembered forever.

Oscar could not help but be a little touched when he saw the familiar smile on the liar's face, which was the most sincere emotion of the liar, this teacher not only trained himself to be a qualified nobleman, but he also taught himself how to guess the psychology of a person. In that the teenager prematurely grasped the various dim elements of human nature, Richie's teachings made him the most sinister member of that sin-filled devil's den in Domolga.

"You don't realize you're in trouble?" Ritchie laughed heartily.

Oscar still had some memory of the big mess he'd gotten himself into, but he didn't think it was very serious; he'd been working on his memoirs lately, and he'd wanted to apologize to the Princess, but the Prince's pen hadn't stopped writing, and some of his actions had been delayed.

"Oh, are those rumors? Sasha mentioned it, it seems like the Turinians are very interested in what is going on with me and Her Highness Princess Alenis, but please believe that it was just a misunderstanding, the Emperor should have stepped in to clear the air, that kind of gossip should still be somewhat damaging to the royal family and he will put a stop to it."

Richie looked at Oscar with an incredulous expression, "Can you tell me you really think so?"

Oscar nodded in confusion, he knew that things might have changed a bit, but he didn't know exactly what was wrong.

"Gosh..! You won't believe this, but just now, word has come from inside the court that the Emperor acknowledged the Princess's affair with you during a dinner with the Foreign Minister of France and West Portugal, and that this same Majesty has stated that he is supportive of the Princess's choice. Good heavens! I really believe you are innocent! Didn't you just say so? You and the Princess are innocent, but what about the truth? Apparently no one but you and the princess thinks so!"

Oscar was stunned, no way! This was outrageous, the Emperor had admitted to his affair with the Princess? Yup! Geez! Can anyone tell him and Her Highness what started the romance?

Ritchie said some more nonsense, Oscar didn't have much of a reaction, he had already thought of the emperor's reason for doing this, it seemed that his majesty wished to take a step further in his relationship with him, he had indeed gotten himself into trouble again, so standing up and stating that it was all a lie? Forget it! Isn't that looking for death? The Emperor was tantamount to having already entrusted his daughter to him, and then to reach out and slap the supreme father in the mouth. Oscar shook his head, he felt very confused, the God of Light hadn't looked after him too much, the Prince title, his mother's property, the princess's passionate kiss, the Emperor's acquiescence, the teenager lost his direction for the first time, he didn't know how to face these things.

Yes, everything is expected by the nobles, the princess who hates marriage won't have any other choice, the imperial family won't even give her a chance to choose after the rumor. That dead fat man is too lucky, if not for those overwhelming rumors, he may not even become the love interest of the princess, some ulterior motives of the nobles after calming down can not help but deeply regret, if I had known it was like this I should have bounced things, now the princess has a master, none of them need to waste their minds anymore.

Regret to regret, the action of the nobles is still very fast, about the little fat rumors spread rapidly, the devil's children, born criminals, Domolga out of the dirty goods, slander and a***e instead of the high society to the Prince's reverence.

The young nobles of Turin, I'm afraid, were the most reluctant to accept this, and soon after the Emperor's words spread they were already in a frenzy, armor and swords ready for a duel! Only through a duel could the demon that had bewitched the princess be destroyed.

Soon after Richie left, the first letter requesting a duel appeared on His Highness the Prince's desk, Oscar didn't read it twice before tossing it aside, was the guy writing the letter a nobleman? The little fat man was wondering, the letter was filled with grammatical errors throughout!

His Royal Highness finally received General Wolsaka Mohammad. General Muhammad, the coachman was having a good time too, he had become good friends with the four huge horses, and the General was talking excitedly with the Prince in the raw Titan language.

"Do you know how those fellows of Resur express their love for the opposite s*x? Oh, I can't believe it, it's forced, these big horses even completely disregard the feelings of the females, the true gods will punish them, haha."

"Do you know how they sleep ......"

"Do you know how they play ......"

"Do you know how they fight ......"

Oscar yawned, the general was now saying what should have been the sum total of the last ten years or so. He looked at the frowning Wolsaka in front of him and couldn't help but think of the old unsmiling soldier again, that didn't seem to be the same person. His Highness the Prince sighed as he saw a thick load of letters in the hands of the maid who had entered, that couldn't all be about the war, could it?

Oscar smiled bitterly as he pulled out his scimitar, he handed it over to Wolsaka, "Please do me a favor and recite a few blessings over it before your true god, as I think I will be using it heavily soon."

Wosaka. Muhammad hands the scimitar to Osne. Anru. Morissette, in the cell on the top floor of the inner fortress of Domolga Prison, where the little fat boy was finally holding the weapon of his dreams. It was a wooden blade, but the boy could feel the murderous aura spewing from it as he held it in his hand. This year little Oscar was already eight years old.

Why did the general give the scimitar to the teenager only after a year together? It couldn't be helped, such were the rules of the true god. The Porcius Scimitar is an appalling weapon, and when the god gave it to the Porcians who believed in him, he laid down a law that required people to see with their eyes and feel with their hearts. The scimitar was a symbol of the true god's authority on earth, and the time spent by a general dancing in front of a young man was called "inheritance"! Makoto blessed only those warriors who received the machete in the inheritance ceremony.

The people of Porcius are a peculiar people, with many languages and many scripts, and their civilization is centered on the worship of the scimitar. They divided their scimitars into six colors, which represented the rank of the Borsis nobility. All of their rituals are expressed by the use of the scimitar, both for enemies and friends.

Oscar took the scimitar, and the first thing he learned was not the skill of the sword, but the tedious etiquette, a true scimitar warrior must strictly abide by these rules.

Soon the teenager became addicted to the art of swordplay, which was laced with religious sentiments. The general was the most respected scimitar warrior in his kingdom, and the students he taught exuded the same power. But Wosaka Mohammed didn't know that the young man was a man of the world. But little did Mohammed know that the boy's rapid progress came from the Killer King's theory of the nature of the weapon. In the eyes of the Borsis general, young Oskar's understanding of the art of the sword had surpassed his own, and the scimitar was often capable of displaying the most tricky attacks in his hands.

The essence of weapons is to hurt people, although human beings in the beginning was to deal with those wild beasts, but the development of human society to the present day, people use weapons to deal with their own kind has become the main theme. The theory of attack that Oscar learned from the King of Killers is summarized in one word: "trajectory".

The Orientals' use of martial arts and weapons was unmatched by any other human race in the world. The lessons they have learned can be passed down for thousands of years and still remain invincible to the truth.

Little Oscar had been observing the General's blade technique for a whole year, and he had already understood all the trajectories of the scimitar's attack, which was equally simple and direct compared to the dagger. Scimitar streamline general round shape determines its trajectory is presented as an arc, in the young man's own understanding, the use of the scimitar can be described as "round", round for attack, lack of defense, the key to victory is still the crystallization of the Oriental thought, "outside the enemy's attack trajectory will be The key to victory is still the crystallization of the Oriental idea, "to land the trajectory of one's weapon on the enemy's body outside the enemy's attack trajectory".