Chapter 1730: Chapter 580: The Warrior’s Heart, Aspiring for Peace_2

If that happens, no matter if the person who dies is a Silk native or an Aegean visitor, the matter will escalate and be impossible to handle!

“We must find a way, it must not end in conflict!” With this thought, Liu Zhenhan approached the Eastern prince.

“Your Majesty, Flower King, I am Prince ‘First Day Takeover’ of the Tang Zang Empire. Since you and Fourth Brother are good friends, feel free to call me Little Five.” ‘First Day Takeover’ stood at the boundary line, gracefully gave Old Liu a shoulder bow, saying: “Spread honey oil with AIDS!”

Liu Zhenhan was greatly shocked; he did not expect this handsome prince to not only speak the Mongolian language, but also Beamon ‘Eagle Language’—’Spread honey oil with AIDS’ is a classic greeting in Eagle Language, and the prince’s accent even carried an authentic Tennessee taste!

In the ancient Beamon Kingdom’s salons and dances, the most elegant social language was not Mongolian but Goliath Eagle Language!

It’s well known that Goliath clan Harpies have been extinct for a thousand years. In today’s Beamon Kingdom, apart from the Sacred Altar Sacrificial Ceremony handed down through ‘Wisdom Enlightenment’, only certain circles of old nobility still use this Bode Clan dialect.

Not even many Beamon people speak Eagle Language, where did this Eastern prince learn it? Liu Zhenhan felt his mind was spinning.

“Your Majesty, I only know this one phrase in Eagle Language, learned through phonetic transcription from ancient texts, not even knowing if I’ve said it correctly.” ‘First Day Takeover’ chuckled, seeing Liu’s doubts and astonishment.

“Your Eagle Language is extremely fluent!” Liu Zhenhan nodded respectfully to the prince: “Spread honey oil with AIDS, Prince Five, your erudition nourishes the driest cultural desert.”

As he spoke, Liu Zhenhan’s gaze extended to the prince’s entourage behind.

He saw a row of noble and vigorous golden armored swordsmen, and also five elderly mages with strong Elemental Fluctuations, fair-haired and youthful.

Noticeably, Prince Five of the Tang Zang Empire was also assessing the entourage around Liu.

The prince’s eyes couldn’t conceal his astonishment, although with Liu to the border were only the guard banner troop, the seventeen Ents were fierce-looking both in stature and appearance.

“Ever since receiving Fourth Brother’s Fire Talisman, knowing Your Majesty would visit the Tang Zang Empire, both Emperor Brother and I have been very gratified!” ‘First Day Takeover’ withdrew his gaze from Ventéclair, smiled ceremonially at Liu: “Your Majesty Richard, please forgive our rudeness, these ignorant knaves even accused you of stealing our country’s cultural treasures, such absurd framing makes me ashamed beyond words. Rest assured, I will later punish them with utmost severity! Their insult to the Tang Zang Empire’s most honorable guest is an intolerable act for any royal member!”

“Damn…” Liu’s thick skin wouldn’t fall for that.

“Fourth Brother told me Your Majesty’s royal entourage is skilled beyond measure; seeing it firsthand today, Little Five acknowledges Fourth Brother spoke true!” Prince Five smiled at Liu: “My Second Brother, the Emperor of Tang Zang Empire, commands three thousand swordsmen, each a legendary warrior. Little Five, holding the humble position of Commander of the Palace Guard, has brought some swordsmen on escort while overseeing Heru City. Seeing how strong Your Majesty’s warriors are, Little Five is indeed itching for a friendly contest…”

“I know Prince Five is the Silk’s top strongman, yet I didn’t expect him to also be the Chief West Europe of the Palace Guard!” Liu Zhenhan hastily interrupted.

The saying ‘fear brings that which you dread’ couldn’t be truer; Prince Five had barely spoken three sentences before veering towards a skill contest, something Liu presently least wanted.

He’s genuinely afraid, fearful of mistakenly killing someone from the Silk Continent, sparking a hornet’s nest.

“Flower King, Your Majesty flatters me! Little Five happened upon consuming a ‘Vajra Grass’ in childhood, without merit gained a Herculean power akin to the Six Ding Six Jia, which is mere brute strength, hardly a great skill!” Prince Five laughed heartily: “The infamous title of top strongman is mere rumor spread by enthusiasts. If they experienced Your Majesty carving copper walls in the Seven Treasures Pagoda crypt, such praise would surely be transferred to Your Majesty Flower King…”

Liu Zhenhan had truly witnessed the elegant demeanor of upper nobility; Prince Five alternates between downplaying brute force and the top strongman title as mere labels, then suggests those titles would better suit Liu—wasn’t that indirect criticism?

“…Speaking of strength, Little Five can’t help but feel a bit restless…” Prince Five, mid-sentence, suddenly flashed a peculiar light in his eyes at Liu, a genuine fervor unique to solitary masters who dance in moonlight, seeking an elusive defeat.

“Prince Five, speaking of godly power, I believe true divine force belongs to machinery, not flesh!” Liu Zhenhan chuckled, again interrupting the Tang Zang prince’s words, turned his head and instructed Fat Luo.