Dudek, a giant in the industry, is unlike Chestnut dal, who complies after a few threats. Lin Baici guessed that the other party would definitely take the opportunity to inquire about so secrets.
For example, why Lin Baici knows the key points to purify rule pollution.
But Lin Baici misjudged.
After hearing that it was necessary to sing to evoke the king’s EMO emotions, Dudek didn’t utter a single word of nonsense and directly let the choir start preparing.
"King, please allow to perform for you!"
Dudek raised his cup.
Lin Baici, despite being young, what is his status? What are his achievents?
It can be said that without Lin Baici, it would have been impossible for everyone to reach the Royal Palace so quickly, and at least eighty percent would have died.
The God sits high upon the throne, exerting pressure in all directions, bringing intense feelings of death. Lin Baici couldn’t afford to play tricks at such a ti.
Dudek understood this point well, which is why he didn’t ask Lin Baici about his secrets.
Killing the God, containing God’s bones, and purifying this Divine Ruins are the urgent tasks at hand.
"Oh?"
The king was interested, wanting to witness the foreign singing and dancing: "Sing!"
The choir was reduced to half its mbers, but they felt no sorrow. Under Dudek’s brainwashing, they dedicated themselves wholeheartedly to the great cause of saving humanity.
This is a noble thing.
The choir lined up, stood together, and Dudek faced the king and bowed.
"A song, ’Sweet Dew,’ dedicated to the king!"
After saying this, Dudek faced the choir like a music conductor and began waving his hands.
The choir started singing.
At first, there were no lyrics, just an evocative aria of rising and falling tones.
These young n and won were selected through layers of scrutiny, possessing excellent appearances, images, and personal charisma. Having been nurtured by the arts of painting and music, when they stood there, they were like gemstones, dazzling.
Lin Baici originally worried that these people would sing in foreign languages the king couldn’t understand. Now that he saw it was just simple humming that instantly drew people into the atmosphere of the song, he was relieved.
It’s like those catchy little tunes online, the Fourth Lord’s tune, the General’s tune...
As soon as the prelude began, the feeling instantly surged up.
Good artistic works, whether music, painting, or film, can infect a person.
The choir’s a cappella possesses the sa charm.
Lin Baici seed to see soone who, lost in life’s path and on the brink of death from thirst, encountered God and was granted a drop of sweet dew.
This drop of sweet dew nurtured hope, refreshed his body and soul, allowing him to set off again. Regardless of success or failure, he walked this life without any regrets.
Halfway through, Lin Baici couldn’t help but start reflecting on his life, becoming entangled in emotions toward Gu Qingxiang and Ji Xinyan.
"He must have used Divine Grace!"
The only exception might be Xia Hongyao. Her personality is simple, her mind filled with thoughts of how to purify this rule pollution.
EMO?
Impossible!
Since Lin Baici arrived, Xia Hongyao has lived in happiness, feeling she is the luckiest leader in the world!
The king was influenced, holding a bronze goblet filled with wine, dumbfounded.
He pondered over his life’s gains and losses.
The loyal ministers he killed, the empires he destroyed, the beauties he favored, and how long this dynasty could last?
Countless thoughts surged in the king’s mind, like waves on the sea, dissipating and splashing again, endlessly.
Everyone in the hall, including the native guests, was spaced out.
Dudek quickly scanned the room.
He certainly used Divine Grace, and it was a God-level Great Divine Grace, strong enough to brainwash those with weak will.
"Should we take this opportunity to launch a sneak attack?"
Dudek activated the Eye of the Heavenly God. Even with his back to the king, he could clearly see his every move.
Now, the king was distracted, it should be a pri opportunity for a sneak attack.
Dudek struggled for ten seconds, then glanced at Lin Baici before giving up the idea of assassination.
It’s not ti yet!
The Holy Song nad "Sweet Dew" ended, Dudek turned back and bowed to the king in thanks.
The hall remained silent!
After five or six minutes, the king shook off his emotions and started clapping.
"Reward!"
"Great reward!"
The king was very pleased with Dudek’s performance.
"Purified!"
San Miyairi saw the king clapping without raising his goblet, happily holding Lin Baici’s hand.
Taking the chance for personal gain,
No problem with that.
Perhaps due to the recent emotional low, the king wanted to cheer up, so he summoned a group of jester perforrs to the hall.
These jesters breathed fire, swallowed swords, perford great transformations, much like ancient street perforrs on a bridge.
When a clown repeatedly made blunders, acted silly, and self-hard, the king was finally amused.
"Bring my military chess!"
This sentence left Lin Baici and his crew exchanging helpless glances.
Well!
They hadn’t even rested for half an hour, and now a new rule pollution was starting again.
Soon, four young eunuchs brought a wooden tray up.
The tray was five ters long and two ters wide, shaped like a military camp with so bronze soldiers over an inch long.
The soldiers, from their attire to expressions, were vivid, showcasing the maker’s outstanding craftsmanship.
"What’s the plan?"
Xia Hongyao straightened her back, observing the wooden sand table: "If we’re playing military chess simulations, it’s missing one whole faction?"
"Not missing!"
Gu Qingqiu understood imdiately.
Military chess simulations require at least two factions, and the missing one will surely be filled by us.
It’s just unclear what the chess rules are?
But Gu Qingqiu was certain of one thing, which is that there will be deaths again.
The four young eunuchs set the sand table and didn’t leave but instead split into pairs, standing next to the sand table.
The king changed his lazy sitting position, leaning forward to overlook Lin Baici and his group.
"A martial arts contest before the ruler, the victor lives, the defeated dies!"
After the king finished, he tapped the table with his forefinger: "I’ll deploy a soldier first!"
A young eunuch imdiately used a wooden two-ter-long clip to hold a small soldier and placed it in a groove at the front of the sand table.
Everyone showed concern, looking at Lin Baici, waiting for instructions.
One good news, the king didn’t rush them.
One bad news, they might be thrown out by Lin Baici as cannon fodder.
Lin Baici didn’t speak, but turned to look at the Chestnut dal.
This round of pollution, obviously combat-related, he felt that this Sword Saint should put in effort.
The amateur procurent team understood human nature too. Lin Baici’s glance clearly hinted at wanting the Chestnut dal to step in.
Naturally, the amateurs quickly beca the villains, acting as Lin Baici’s dogs to bite him, hoping Lin Baici, in happiness, would spare them and use others as cannon fodder.
"Sword Saint, it’s ti for you to step up!"
"Sword Saint, aren’t you eager for revenge after losing an arm?"
"Chestnut dal, please!"
The amateurs hurriedly urged the Chestnut dal to take the stage.
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