Chapter 807: Equal

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

Looking at Kyle's departing back, Weilin's expression revealed a trace of doubt, but he did not think too much, and then started the 37th game with Revakanmon.

Finally meeting an opponent of equal strength, Weilin naturally could not miss this good opportunity.

After a few months of getting along, regardless of their identities, he and the old king got along well and became friends.

However, when it came to the interests of both parties, there was no such pleasant scene.

From early morning to noon, from afternoon to evening, the old and the young were concentrating on playing, completely forgetting the time.

The old king dropped a chess piece, slightly better, and won the game.

Weilin looked at the chessboard, raised his head to look at the sky, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty Revakanmon, let's stop here today."

"According to Ambassador Weilin, I will hold a private banquet in the palace another day. Please come." Revakanmon 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.

Watching the other party 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 confidant in life... What a pity."

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

He understood that the "confidant" the king mentioned had a deeper meaning, but after watching the chess game for a whole day, it was really difficult to control himself from thinking about it in a crooked way.

Seeing Waot's expression, Revakanmon smiled tolerantly and said softly: "Waot, if you want to laugh, just laugh as much as you want, don't hold it in."

After hearing the king's words, Waot couldn't help but feel relieved, 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 minister, he still maintained the proper etiquette and respect.

"There are only two of us here, you can do whatever you want."

Revakanmon was not angry about Waot's disrespectful behavior.

In the past chess games, he could feel that Waot was giving in to him, and the gap between their status and position made the other party dare not cross the line.

In this way, even if he won, he felt boring.

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

"How is the domestic cleansing going?"

"Your Majesty, everything is going well. The nobles who are too powerful have been suppressed to a certain extent. It will be difficult to recover to half of their heyday within a hundred years." Waot stood up and answered respectfully.

"This is the last thing I did for Ezekiel to take over the throne. In the future, he will have to rely on himself to govern the country."

"Your Majesty, the eldest prince already has half of your style. There will definitely be no major wars in the next few hundred years, and he will be able to protect the Kingdom of Skarlovy."

"Okay, okay, Vaot, 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 era. In the future, he will make friends with the Church of Life and it will not be a problem to protect his foundation."

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

"Your Majesty, as long as..."

"This is not bad. At least the Kingdom of Skarlovy is not the strongest among all the kingdoms. It can be regarded as a blessing in disguise." Revakanmon put his hands behind his back, looked at the afterglow in the distance, and interrupted Vaot's words.

"After I die, I hope you can assist Ezekiel well."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Vaot crossed his hands and bowed.

In the Metagea plane world, the life span of low-level Saint Seals is only more than 400 years.

Only those who are blessed by the gods can have a relatively longer life span.

Now Vaot, 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 Revakanmon 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 and handed one to Kyle. Then he pulled out the cork and drank a big gulp. He felt very happy.

Kyle looked at the glowing wine in his hand, silently pulled out the cork, sat on the stone bench, tasted it, and it was very mellow.

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

According to the guidance of fate, twelve months have passed, and the boy 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 I can 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?"

"Good thing." Weilin replied with a smile, "Wait a few days, you will accompany me to a place. I am going to meet someone, but it may take some means to subdue him."

"I know."

Kyle answered calmly.

As for the reason, he would not ask. As long as his master did not take the initiative to tell him, he would not understand.

…

In early August, after leaving the decision-making of the 15th Army to Hebrew, Weilin took Kyle and 24 guards on the Star Moon airship and set off for the town of Milihua in the Rocas region of the Kingdom of Aland.

On the deck, Weilin lay on a rattan chair, touching the snow-white hair of the star with his left hand and grabbing the wind sweet fruit with his right hand. While eating the fruit, he felt the nature and practiced in the sun.

"Alas-"

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

Hearing the sigh of his master, Kyle's mouth twitched. It seemed that the fact that the white stone slab had not been studied was a happy event, at least it eliminated the possibility of someone being lazy.

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

Six hours later, Kyle controlled the Star Moon airship to land in a jungle.

He waved his hand to grab a few monsters that were joining in the fun, and threw them to the guards to deal with as dinner tonight, and then loaded the Xingyue floating spacecraft into the Messier demiplane.

At this moment, the sun had 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 only the form is obtained, not the meaning. However, there is no need to pursue too much, anyway, you don’t have to do it yourself.