The Titan Empire: The Game of Power

Volume 2, Chapter 9（1）

Watsaka. Mohammed sharpened another wooden blade, the progress of his student excited him as a teacher. Soon he was the target of Oscar's attack, and he cheered as he met the teenager's attack. Prison life wasn't really interesting until this time, and the fights between teacher and pupil would often go on all day until the teenager was tired or knocked out on the ground.

As a Black Sword warrior of the highest rank in the Porcys, General Wolsaka's pride would not allow him to attack an eight year old, but the boy was clearly quite a troublemaker. He grew rapidly in this intense confrontation, perhaps as the general's disciple, Oscar could not possibly put pressure on his teacher in a short period of time, but let's not forget that this teenager had studied the most advanced killing techniques in the world. The teenager's spirit of defiance made him quickly give up the frontal attack, don't get me wrong, the teenager just thought that an attack from the shadows would be more effective, and it was, Wolsaka started to have his hands full, and the days seemed to go back to the time when the boy had just met him, but the general knew that the boy was stronger now, and that he had succeeded in getting himself to move from defense to offense, and offense had always been the most advantageous defense, but Wolsaka knew that his advantage would not last long, his student was a monster, the teenager was constantly figuring out how to assassinate himself with his scimitar.

Osne. Anru. It was late at night when Morissette finished this paragraph, and he left his desk to cast himself into his chaise longue. One thing after another had come to him since he had gained his freedom, and it had given the young prince some headaches. Take the over one hundred letters on his desk requesting a duel, Oscar was at a complete loss as to what to do with them.

The young man was confused, but he still cleared up some of his head, the situation was not to say whether it would be favorable or unfavorable to him, but one thing was certain, his romance with the princess stood in the way of many, and it was thought that the nobles who had some illusions about the princess would treat him as a mortal enemy. The Prince turned his gaze back to the dueling books that were piled up in a mountain, it seemed that there was a need to sober up the elite youths of Turin.

"Baron Eber was woken up by his servant, he didn't even have time to change his clothes before rushing to His Highness's cottage, that young man must have something urgent to deal with himself.

The crook looked a little funny now that he was wearing funny clown pajamas. Oscar laughed at his teacher to his heart's content before he shoved the load of letters into Richie's arms.

"Dear Richie, you were young once, you were impulsive once, so tell me, have you ever dueled someone?"

Richie raised a hate filled letter in his hand, "Is that right? Sure, and once I almost gave my life away, what are your plans?"

"I want to know how I can kill someone in a perfectly legal way, can you teach me?"

"Haha! That's too easy, as long as the letter has the signature and fingerprints of the person requesting the duel, then the duel is legal as long as you agree to it, but if it's a fight to the death that you want, this one simple letter is still not enough, you'll need the permission of His Majesty, the Supreme Emperor, in order to kill the other person in the duel, and of course, His Holiness, the Holy Father's permission is the same as well."

Oscar fell into deep thought, His Majesty the Emperor would never allow himself to go on a killing spree under his nose, so that His Holiness the Pope was undoubtedly a bit better to fool.

"Isn't His Holiness the Pope on his way to Turin? Oh la! Tell you what Ritchie, you will go on my behalf to greet Ladriere VI, and uh ...... prepare a very, very expensive gift, that's for you to grasp. Then, after meeting this Pope you are to make your way quickly back to Turin with the papers giving me permission to take a life in a duel. In the meantime, draw some men from a few of the great men of Turin; you must have noticed that some of the dueling letters I have marked, so that they may check the depths of these fellows. Also, you need to pick out some powerful people from here with little background, they won't cause me much trouble if they die will they?"

The crook looked at the marked letters, indeed, they were full of vicious personal attacks, "Yeah! These guys have gone too far, and they're going to pay for it, all right! I haven't worked for a long time, this errand suits me well, I remember meeting His Holiness Pope Ladriel VI once before, but don't worry, he will never recognize me, more than ten years of imprisonment has changed me a lot, huh? Let's not talk about that, Your Highness the Prince, you should rest, I'm going to move now, there is no delay in your business."

"Good then, I really must trouble you."

"Ha! Don't mention it, it's what I should do."

Oscar sent Richie to the door of the cottage and he hugged the liar goodbye, but just as the liar was about to disappear into the depths of the gardens, His Royal Highness suddenly thought of something and he had to call Richie back again.

"What's the matter? My dear Highness."

"Oh la ...... how do I put it? Richie do you remember? The year I moved into your cell, ah ...... that's the year I had my twelfth birthday, you gave me a present, do you remember?"

"Of course I remember! I gave you a wonderful maiden, and weren't you very pleased with it?"

"Oh la! Yes, I am very pleased, but all the time you have been giving me birthday gifts of maidens, and I have to wonder if you understand what kind of gift is appropriate that should be given to His Holiness the Pope."

"Hahahahaha! You may rest assured! Dear Oscar, the key to gift-giving is to throw in the towel, and no one is better at that than I am! Haha! You've got a lot to learn, little man!"

Oscar watched the happy Ritchie fade away, and he was a little puzzled, "Pitching a fit? Am I horny?"

The teenager gave a small smile as he closed the door to the villa, leaving the darkness to Turin outside the door.

As a six-hundred-year-old palace, Hamilton Palace is proud to proclaim throughout the Western Kingdom, "I am the one!" Indeed, the world's greatest and most sumptuous architectural marvel definitely qualifies as "the one."

When you stand in any corner of the palace, you will realize that all the sights you see are solemn and solemn, decorated and laid out in a way that is designed to emphasize the grandeur of Titanic royalty. This can make people worship the spirit does not with the passage of time and weakened, it has penetrated into every brick and stone of the palace, it stands at the end of the King's Avenue as if it is standing on its own throne.

The sunlight poured over the huge body of Hamilton Palace, and the smooth walls and roof of the palace were covered in a layer of golden light. It was like a halo over the head of the Titan Royal Family, dazzling and dazzling. But those who truly understood Titan royalty would fall their eyes on the shadows of the palace, where the truth of the matter was often buried, despite the low visibility there.

Hamilton Palace is the place where His Majesty the Emperor works on a daily basis, there are several large conference rooms and meeting rooms, it can be said that the center of decision making in the Titan Empire is such a palace.

His Majesty Alpha III didn't like Hamilton Palace, the interior decoration here was not to his liking, he liked the new trendy decoration style and some strange gadgets. His Majesty's daily "work" here was simply a matter of habit, a habit inherited from the old Emperor and the ancestors of the Morrissette family.

Hamilton Palace also has a number of secret chambers, unknown to outsiders, from which many of the most important events in the Titan Empire originated. It was possible that His Majesty himself was not sure how these chambers were actually housed, as he always instructed his secretary to arrange a meeting before being led in by his chamberlain, and it seemed that this was a large part of the reason why the Emperor disliked the Hamilton Palace, as it was not pleasant to walk through the narrow corridors that looked exactly the same. In fact Alpha III had long since grown tired of it.

But there were always exceptions to the rule, and now His Majesty the Third was excited. When he had learned that the old man had sent a beautiful lady to meet with him, he had begun to long for it.

Parallel to the Emperor in the corridor was Wild Ridoland. Hassu. Marquise Fetnand, a lady whose beauty had been famous throughout the Western Continent in her youth. It was not until long after she had accompanied her retired father into seclusion that the high society's fascination with her waned.

Wildredoland doesn't know what her father's intentions are, but Suri... Alpha. Morissette was no longer the Crown Prince who had been around his own skirts, he was the Emperor of the Empire, he was the ruler of all of Titan, and despite the lack of honorable military service, the Emperor had made a name for himself in the twenty-five years that he had ruled Titan.

"Dolan, you seem to be a little uncomfortable?" The Emperor gently patted the hand of the Marquess of Fetnand holding his arm, it should have been obvious what his majesty had in mind, he didn't follow the noble etiquette to address the rank of Noli Dolan.

"Ah! No, your revered majesty, not really, I was just considering the wording, you know, you and my father are both as profound as they are, and I am not sure of your thoughts, nor do I understand those things my father has instructed me to convey to you."

"Oh, my dear Dolan, those are indeed things you should not know; I am surprised at your coming, and to see you is the happiest thing that has happened to me in all these days."

The court chamberlain led the Emperor and your wife into a secret room in the hallway. The moment the door to the room closed behind the two of them, the Marquess of Fetnand visibly felt her heart miss a beat. She was a little scared and a little expectant, she didn't know why she still had this kind of mindset that only a little girl could have after all these years.

"Dolan, seeing such a healthy you makes me feel happy, the years haven't brought too many changes to you, and thankfully, the God of Light is still fair to both you and me, and he has allowed me to see the same perfect girl."

Although the Marquise de Fernande was a bit cold to the Emperor's blunt teasing, her face still reddened indisputably, she had been living a life of motherhood and child-rearing for more than twenty years in that near-isolated territory, and at first hearing such a compliment, this big "girl" of nearly forty years of age appeared to be very much at a loss for words.

"Your Majesty, I can't accept your compliments, although it's true that my face hasn't left the marks of the years, but, as you know, that's not the only thing that the years have done to me, they have changed everything about me other than my appearance. You are no longer you, and I am no longer me."

The Emperor had already forgotten about those things the old man wanted to discuss with him, compared to the woman in front of him who exuded a deadly seductive power, nothing was more important than conquering her.

"Can you call me only inside? Just like before." At this moment, the emperor seemed to have returned to his youth, his eyes flashing with a hot light.

The Marquise was a little flustered, the Emperor's request was absolutely out of order, from the day this Majesty was crowned, Vesuri. Alpha. The name Morissette had disappeared, and all that remained was the Emperor of the Titan Empire, Alpha III.

The Marquess of Fetnand retreated to a corner of the chamber, one of her hands gripping the armrest of a seat beside her.

The Emperor was in a hurry. He was not like that, he was known for his enthusiasm and patience with beautiful women. But this "good" reputation immediately collapsed, and the emperor chose to return to his youthful Verrilli when confronted by the Marquise de Fettenand, a woman of great beauty who glowed with a holy aura.

"Do I make you feel uncomfortable? Do I annoy you? If you don't even want to mention my name then why did you enter this room, have you forgotten all the kindness between us? Answer me!" At this moment, the Emperor was indeed exactly the same as those sexually charged young boys, as he domineeringly encircled the Marquise who couldn't stop fleeing.

The Marquise de Fettenand seemed to be frightened by the boldness of his majesty; she did not know whether she ought to break away from the emperor's embrace or not, and she had a violent recollection of many things in the past, in the days of her own youth, when the Vesuvius. Alpha. In her youth, Vesuri Alpha Morissette was undoubtedly the best of the many suitors, and the handsome Crown Prince had no faults other than being a bit of a womanizer. Though she hid her feelings well, at the end of her life in Turin, the beautiful, self-disciplined, and well-bred duchess finally decided to indulge her heart. She gave her first love, her first kiss, to Vili in a secret room of this palace.

"Could ...... this be that secret room?" The Marquess was shocked by the deeper meaning implied in the Emperor's words, was this the room of sweetness and pain? Nolidoran couldn't confirm it, the Emperor's body heat was enough to scald her, she couldn't think right now, the temperature of her body reminded her that she had to answer the Emperor's question.

"I have not forgotten! Everything I have not forgotten!" Wildridoland had regretted saying this, she thought of her husband and her two children, she had never experienced betrayal before, but as we know, some things don't go the way reason thinks they should, and even the Marquess herself was shocked at the words she uttered.

"The God of Light praises love. How am I to forget that? Forget the only time I ever loved? I can't do that, but Your Majesty, does that mean anything to us? You have chosen the most suitable companion, and I have a husband of equal rank, and all that has happened here should be treated as nothing more than a short-lived ecstasy that surfaces in life."

His Majesty was evidently not satisfied with such an affirmative and negative answer; he had not seen the lady since that time, and he chose the most direct way of expressing his feelings.

Wildredoland froze at the sudden passionate kiss, she didn't know how to deal with the accident, she wanted to push him away, but it wasn't a little rascal who was kissing her, it was a supreme emperor, and with that in mind the distressed Marquise could only accept it stiffly while protesting in a small voice.

"Don't! Don't! I don't want it!" Sashay. Netagapo. Miss Anru was pushing back his brother Oscar, who had just returned from the famous flea market in Turin with a full load. At the moment the Prince was trying to convince his little sister to put on a lipstick that a gold coin could buy a ton of.

Osne. Anru. Morissette wouldn't allow anything cheap or cheaply made to be put on his sister's body, but watching the little lady scream like crazy was a fun way to have a good time.

Titan's flea market has a long history, if you want to start from the beginning, it may be traced back to the so-called "homesteading" period, people will be handmade at home a variety of unique products to the market for sale, sometimes even if the exchange is indifferent, in fact, the original concept of business is to use their own products do not need to exchange their own needs. In fact, the original concept of commerce is to exchange products you don't need for things you do need.

Nowadays, flea market has become a necessity in people's life, the things here are much cheaper than those on the market, and since they are home-made products, they retain a certain advantage in style and characteristics, of course, the main business in the flea market are some small commodities, and the nobles will only patronize such a small stall when they are driven by curiosity.

Those strange little things can really attract the eyeballs of tourists and buyers, and our little miss dragged His Royal Highness, the most promising prince of the Morissette Dynasty, back to the carriage after a whole morning of shopping. She had a good habit of displaying her loot, so the young Prince reviewed his sister's war chest again until he spotted the lip balm that was possibly made from the grease of a dead animal.

Just as Oscar was reveling in the sound of his sister's laughter, the moving carriage came to a sudden halt, and the sound of rushing hooves and people shouting in panic came from outside.

A young man dressed as a knight stopped right in front of the carriage rented by His Royal Highness the Prince. He stood on his horse and hissed angrily, "Osne. Anru. His Royal Highness, if you are still a member of the noble House of Anru, then please pick up your sword and step out of the carriage to accept the challenge from me, Viscount Siole Mendelssohn. Viscount Mendelssohn."

The knight's booming voice made the entire marketplace boil, "Duel!" The duel between nobles only appeared in tabloids and other publications, this time it would be so dramatically staged in the flea market, people learned that this good-looking knight challenged the object is that recently unusually popular Prince His Royal Highness then became even more frantic, they have gathered around, the already a little crowded market has become watertight after the knight's appearance.

Oscar leaned back in his seat casually, the knight addressed him as Prince, which made the violated little fat man feel somewhat better, but the teenager did not want to take care of these young people who were overwhelmed by jealousy now, besides the prestige of the Mendelssohn family had appeared in his own memories, besides the liar Ridge had not yet brought back those certificates that permitted him to carry out his own murder.

The curious little lady was the first to poke her head out of the window of the car, "dueling" was something that the ladies would never accept, but for which their blood boiled, but Sasha was attracted by something else after surveying the knight.

It was a girl of seven or eight years of age, helplessly staring at the flowers that had been trampled by the rider's steed, and she stood there beside the rider, clearly terrified by the galloping horse and the unexpected events that had taken place.

Sasha's anger erupted in an instant, and there was Buffy! The flowers the little girl had scattered all over the ground were genuine daffodils! Now these noble flowers were being trampled to pieces by a guy who came out of nowhere, and if such a thing had happened in Narcissus County, then the guy would have been absolutely clubbed to death!

Oscar could feel his little sister's sudden burst of anger, and as he watched Sasha swept off the carriage like the wind, he couldn't help but look at Paul, who was equally baffled. What on earth is going on?

Siole Mendelssohn Viscount Mendelssohn saw the car door opened when he made a fighting stance, but he and the side of the people who exclaimed the same did not expect, from the car out of a fairy like a young lady.

This ...... should be "Anru's Narcissus Crown"! Siole. Viscount Mendelssohn awkwardly retracted the long sword pointing forward. He jumped off his horse and made an impeccable knight's salute to the beautiful lady.

"Honorable little miss of the House of Anru! Only the God of Light can praise your purity and beauty, but right now I can only speak words that will disappoint you, I would like to speak with your brother, the fourth son of the House of Anru, His Royal Highness Prince Osnee of Titan . Anru. Lord Morissette in a true duel."

The little lady's adorable brow had twisted into a dangerous knot as this ...... this ...... this disgusting fellow trampled Buffy with his filthy boot again! Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable!

There were always things that were absolutely inviolable, like the Anru family totem. Little Sasha's voice was trembling, she was on the verge of an outburst.

"You ...... you ...... are a noble?"

"Yes! The honorable Miss Anru! I come from the Mendelssohn family of the Western Rhine Province of the Empire, and His Majesty, the Great Emperor of Titan, has bestowed upon me the title of Viscount."

"So ...... you're saying you're a noble, then ...... uh ...... oh... . what was your name again?"

"My name, my lady, is Siole. Mendelssohn. I hope you will ......"

The knight's words could no longer be said as he watched the angelic young lady walk quickly up to him and slap him hard across the face.

"Wow ...... oh!" People let out a mindless gasp! The Anru family's young lady was also too ...... fierce, right? She had just given a knight-sama a resounding slap in the face in a solid manner! Heavens! Things are getting more and more interesting!

Siole. Viscount Mendelssohn was also stunned! His hand was already on the hilt of his sword, but he knew that if he drew his sword on such a lady, then he would not be able to hold his head up in front of people for the rest of his life, but ...... but why is this? The young man covered his face and straightened up.

"Are you Siole. Viscount Mendelssohn? Are you a knight from an old and noble family? You chose such a place to challenge my brother, you challenged one of the Titan Empire's Prince Highnesses in front of the public, don't you realize how dirty this thought of yours is? It is! To plunge a longsword into my brother's chest in front of the people, aha! Geez! You're famous! You could win the heart of a certain young lady! What? Am I wrong? You're blushing like hell?"

The Viscount's face was indeed ugly, but he couldn't find any words to refute this young lady.

Little Sasha didn't stop striking the unlucky man.

"You know what I'm wondering? I'm wondering if your brain has been switched with the head of your stupid horse. Oops! Look, everybody! Look at that! His stupid horse is nodding! Ah, there it is! You think killing my brother accomplished that? You think you're a hero for saving angels? You know what? Your self-righteousness will cause the angels to follow my brother into the heaven of the Gods of Light. And! A duel, yes! A duel. You're here for a duel! So let me tell you what kind of thing a duel really is."

Sasha pulled out a large handful of gold coins from the small purse she carried with her, she tossed them on the ground, she then scanned the crowd of onlookers, she immediately noticed a few guys who had their eyes glued to the gold coins.

"You ...... and you! Stand out!"

The two guys who were pointed out by Sasha scurried out flattered, and from the people's contemptuous gazes we could tell that these were two lewd hooligans. The two hooligans were afraid that they had never encountered the opportunity to serve a noble lady in their lives, and their voices and smiling faces were sickening to look at.

"Honorable, noble, and beautiful little miss! What can I do for you?"

Sasha didn't even swipe the ends of her eyes at the two rogues as she firmly locked eyes with the knight.

"I need a duel, right here, right now, as the people around me can testify, and the victor gets gold coins on the ground."

Once again a variety of voices came from the crowd, while the two rogues left their attention to the gold coins on the ground again after glancing at each other, it really was a significant amount!

"What are you guys doing? Start!"

Little Miss's icy words woke up the people, one of the two hooligans suddenly launched an attack on the other one, the other guy's reaction was surprisingly not slow, they soon fought together in one place, their movements were clumsy and ugly, these two guys didn't forget to insult each other with nasty language when they were beating each other up.

The flea market had never been so bustling on a day other than Mardi Gras! People were shouting like crazy all around, yeah! There was so much that was new today! "Go for it!" "Fight!" "Hit him!" "Nasty billet! What's the point of hesitating! Kick his a*s!"

Siole Mendelssohn was desperate! Viscount Mendelssohn was desperate! Why had things come to this? He had forgotten the slap he had just received, and his duel was not only treated as a hooligan brawl, but was so graphically embodied.

"Enough! Enough!" The little lady gave the order once more, and the two already beaten and bloodied fellows were thrown aside by His Royal Highness the Prince's coachman like chickens.

"Pick up your gold coins and get out of here!" The two rogues scrambled after hearing the little lady's words, and they quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"I believe everyone has seen that this is the duel that His Excellency the Viscount requested!"

"No! It's not like this ......"

"No! That's it!"

"Then ...... then since His Royal Highness the Prince is not here, then ...... then I just have to take my leave!" Ciole felt that he would be finished if he didn't leave, he really couldn't argue with this fierce lady, and besides, so many people were watching! He was a knight! He had lost enough face already! He had to go now!

"If you just leave like that it only proves that you don't even have the qualifications to be a noble, and I doubt you're even a knight at all."

"I'm a knight, I'm a regular knight of the officer's academy of the Turin University, and my noble title is even more unquestionable, it was bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor himself."

"Alright then! Since you say so! Look at your feet, subjects of the Titans, people of Turin City, all of you, look at the feet of this Lord Knight."

"Yikes! It's Narcissus!" "Yeah! It really is Narcissus!" "Oops! It's not easy to grow daffodils here in Turin." "Shhh! Don't talk nonsense! That's the totem of the Anru family!" "Right! No wonder!"

Siole knew he was truly screwed! All of this little girl's accusations just now could be taken as a laughing matter, but this time was different! He had truly made a mistake! He had taken a big risk by challenging a Prince, but before the duel he had actually trampled on the totems inscribed on the human family crest, and although it had been an accident, his stupid horse and himself had really trampled on those flowers.

But things did not turn out as the crowd thought, and our little lady went up to the little girl, the owner of the daffodils, "Little sister! Be brave and tell us all, are these the fruits of your labor through hard work?"

The first time the little girl was noticed by so many people she blushed at once, but she did not forget what she ought to do at the moment. Those daffodils were her pride and joy, and many people raved about the daffodils her family had cultivated.