Chapter 807: Chess and Drums

Seeing this, a hint of envy flashed in Vaote's eyes, but he had no place to hide and laugh. He could only suppress the smile in his heart, maintain a cold expression, and try not to lose his composure.

Looking at Kyle's departing back, Weilin showed a hint of doubt in his expression, but he did not think too much about it, and then started the 37th game with Rivakanmon.

Weilin finally met an opponent of equal strength, so he naturally couldn't let go of this good opportunity.

After spending several months together, regardless of their respective identities, he and the old king got along very well and became friends.

However, when the interests of both parties are involved, there is no such pleasant scene.

From early morning to noon, from afternoon to evening, the old and the young were so engrossed in playing that they completely forgot about time.

The old king placed a chess piece, which was slightly better, and won the game.

Weilin looked at the chessboard, then looked up at the sky, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty Revakanmon, let's stop here today."

"It's Ambassador Yvelin. I will hold a private banquet in the palace next day. Please be sure to come." Rivakanmon put down the chess piece and responded with a smile.

"Hahaha, definitely."

Weilin agreed, then stood up and took Kyle away from the Sliven Clock Tower.

After watching the other person leave, Revakanmon stood up from the wooden chair, slowly walked to the wooden fence, held the railing with both hands, quietly looked at the sunset in the distance, and sighed softly: "It's rare to have a close friend in life... What a pity."

Hearing the king's sigh, Waot's face turned red instantly and a chuckle came out of his throat, but he quickly realized his gaffe, quickly closed his mouth and forced back the laughter.

He understood that the king's words about "confidant" had a deeper meaning, but after watching the chess game for a whole day, it was difficult for him to control his thoughts from being biased.

Seeing Waot's expression, Revakanmon smiled tolerantly and said softly, "Waoot, if you want to laugh, just laugh as much as you can. You don't have to hold it back."

After hearing the king's words, Vaote heaved a sigh of relief, and the tension on his face eased. He knelt on one knee and replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, please forgive my disrespect."

Although the king said he could relax, as a subject he still maintained due etiquette and respect.

"There are only two of us here, please do as you please."

Revakanmon was not angry at Vaote's rude behavior.

When playing chess in the past, he could feel that Vaote was giving in to him. The gap in status between them made the other party dare not cross the line.

In this way, even if you win, it will feel boring.

But today was different. He met an opponent of equal strength, and for a moment he even forgot the time. However, it was really a very pleasant feeling.

“How is the domestic cleaning going?”

"Your Majesty, all is well. Nobles that have become too powerful have been suppressed to varying degrees. It will be difficult for them to recover even half of their heyday within a hundred years." Waot stood up and answered respectfully.

"This is the last thing I will do for Ezekiel to take over the throne. From now on, he will have to rely on himself to govern the country."

"Your Majesty, the eldest prince already has half of your demeanor. There will definitely not be any major wars in the next few hundred years, and he will be able to protect the Kingdom of Skalovy."

"Alright, alright, Wyot, I know my own child best." Revakanmon waved his hand and said with some relief, "With Ezekiel's weak character, he is not good at attacking but good at defending. But he has come to a good time. In the future, he should make friends with the Life Church and keep the foundation."

"It's a pity that the six regions lost nearly 1.4 million square kilometers of land."

"Your Majesty, as long as..."

"It's not so bad. At least the Kingdom of Skalovi is not the strongest among all the kingdoms. It can be considered a blessing in disguise." Rivakanmon put his hands behind his back, looked at the afterglow in the distance, and interrupted Waot's words.

"After I am gone, I hope you can assist Ezekiel well."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Wyot crossed his arms and bowed.

In the Metagea plane world, the lifespan of low-level Saint Seal masters is only more than four hundred years.

Only those who are blessed by the gods will have a relatively longer lifespan.

Now, Vaote, who is just over 150 years old, is in his prime and can still serve the Sliven family for more than 200 years. He is one of the confidants that Rivakanmon left for his eldest son.

On the other side, Weilin returned to the manor and went straight to the garden. He took out two bottles of glowing wine, handed one to Kyle, then pulled out the cork, took a big gulp, and felt in a very good mood.

Kyle looked at the glowing wine in his hand, silently pulled out the cork, sat on the stone bench, took a sip, and found it very mellow.

"According to the time, it should be time."

According to the guidance of fate, twelve months have passed and the young man who awakened his soul memory should have woken up. In addition, the cleansing movement of the Kingdom of Skalovi is coming to an end, so he can also be a hands-off boss and go to Milihua Town to take a look.

Hearing this, Kyle put down the bottle and asked, "Master, is there anything you want to deal with?"

"That's good." Weilin replied with a smile, "After some time, you will accompany me to a place where I plan to meet someone. However, I may need some tricks to subdue him."

"I see."

Kyle's face remained calm as he answered.

As for the reason, he would not ask. As long as his master did not tell him, he would not try to find out.

……

In early August, after handing over the decision-making of the 15th Army to Hebrew, Weilin took Kyle and 24 guards on board the Star-Moon airship and embarked on a journey to Milihua Town in the Rocas Region of the Kingdom of Aland.

On the deck, Weilin lay on a rattan chair, touching Xingxue's snow-white fur with his left hand and grabbing a sweet fruit with his right hand. While eating the fruit, he felt the nature and practiced while basking in the sun.

"Ugh--"

"It's a pity that the principle of the white stone slab has not been studied, otherwise it would be easy to practice."

Hearing his master's sigh, Kyle's mouth twitched. It seemed that it was a good thing that the white stone slab had not been researched. At least it eliminated the possibility of someone being lazy.

Ten thousand meters above the sky, overlooking the earth, everything feels so small.

Six hours later, Kyle controlled the Star-Moon airship and landed in a jungle.

He waved his hand and grabbed a few magical beasts that were joining in the fun, and threw them to the guards to deal with as tonight's dinner. Then he loaded the Star-Moon airship into the Messier demiplane.

At this moment, the sun has not yet set.

Weilin came under a tree, swept away the fallen leaves, sat on the thick tree roots, and quietly watched Miller roast the monster meat.

Looking at his technique, there are traces of Kyle, but he only gets the form and not the meaning. However, there is no need to pursue it too much. Anyway, he just doesn't have to do it himself.