Chapter 010 The Envoy

After understanding the king's train of thought, Wang Bo couldn't help but nod. Although this plan was not very clever, it was indeed a good approach.

Indeed, few kings who could govern a country well were fools.

Wang Bo didn't mind making another trip; being able to enjoy the scenery of other countries in another world was also a great pleasure.

However, Wang Bo doubted whether the king could hold out until he returned.

Since the Kingdom of Shuna demanded the king's submission, they would surely set a deadline and not allow the king to delay indefinitely. So Wang Bo asked decisively, "How much time do I have to handle this matter?"

"One month," the king said helplessly. "I can only stall for that long."

Wang Bo nodded. If it was one month, the king's plan would surely succeed.

"I understand. Leave this matter to me," Wang Bo said calmly.

"Father," Prince Kit seemed to want to say something. "I..."

"Kit!"

But before he could finish, the king interrupted him harshly, gazing at his son with eager eyes, reaching out his aged hand to stroke his son's face.

"Don't disappoint me, Kit. The survival of our country is in your hands."

Kit bit his lip and lowered his head, saying, "I understand, Father."

"Go pack your things," the king said calmly. "Then set out immediately with the Duke."

"Yes, Father."

Prince Kit bowed and slowly withdrew from the study.

After watching his son leave, the king suddenly turned to Wang Bo and said, "Srant, I need your help with something."

Wang Bo looked at the king in surprise.

The king said slowly, "Shuna Kingdom has given me an ultimatum: if I do not reply within a week, a dragon will descend upon our capital and destroy us utterly."

Wang Bo was taken aback. One week? It would take several days just to travel from the capital to the border, then cross the border into the Kingdom of Zaragoza, and then journey all the way to the capital of Zaragoza.

One week was simply not enough.

After a week, they would still be on the road to the capital of Zaragoza, let alone asking for reinforcements.

After all, in this other world, there were no airplanes or trains; the only means of travel was by horse-drawn carriage.

Suddenly, Wang Bo seemed to understand something.

The king had been deceiving his son from the start. He wanted his son to leave the kingdom, to leave this vortex, and take refuge in the Kingdom of Zaragoza.

Seeing Wang Bo's expression of sudden realization, the king said tremblingly, "My worthless son is in your hands, Srant. Please, you must protect him."

Wang Bo said, "You want to live and die with this country, Your Majesty?"

In response to Wang Bo's question, the king said lightly, "I am the king of this country. It is my duty and my obligation to live and die with it."

Wang Bo couldn't help but feel a trace of respect for this king. To face death calmly with his country—this king was worthy.

Although this world did not have the saying 'the emperor guards the gates, the king dies for the altars,' King Derry was undoubtedly fulfilling that phrase with his life.

Wang Bo thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps we don't need to seek help from the Kingdom of Zaragoza, Your Majesty."

The king was startled.

Wang Bo began to spin a wild tale. "In my youth, I once met a dragon and was fortunate enough to forge a friendship with it. It promised me that if I ever needed help, I could call upon it."

The king's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but get excited.

Wang Bo said calmly, "If we have a dragon's help, perhaps we can resist the Kingdom of Shuna."

"Is this true, Srant?"

"Without a doubt, Your Majesty." Wang Bo had some dragons in his time villa; bringing one out to protect this country would be no problem.

After all, Wang Bo hated war. Wasn't it better to live in peace? Why the hell fight?

"How should we contact the dragon?" the king said excitedly.

"It once gave me a dragon horn. As long as I blow it, the dragon will hear and come in no time. That horn is in the treasury of my castle."

Wang Bo continued to spin his tale.

But the king believed him without doubt, thinking that the Duke would not deceive him, as he had always been loyal.

More importantly, if the country fell, it wouldn't do him any good either. So the king ultimately believed Wang Bo's words.

"Perhaps it's time to blow that horn," he said to Wang Bo.

Wang Bo nodded. Urged by the king, he left the palace, took a carriage, and returned to his castle.

Then, in a flash, Wang Bo teleported to the border of the kingdom, the Flower Plain.

He fetched a dragon from his time villa and instructed it to enter the kingdom from the Flower Plain, making a grand show so that more people would see it, and then rendezvous with him as quickly as possible.

The dragon nodded, indicating everything was fine.

"Go!" Wang Bo patted the dragon's head.

The dragon opened its mouth and let out a huge roar... Roar!!!

The sound shook the wilderness, startling heaven and earth.

Then, it spread its wings and soared into the sky. Wang Bo teleported back to the castle, waiting for the dragon to find him.

Since it was a performance, he had to play the part thoroughly.

The dragon raced along, flying over countless towns, making sure as many people as possible saw it, perfectly carrying out Wang Bo's instructions.

Meanwhile, Wang Bo's castle received a new guest.

An envoy from the Kingdom of Shuna.

The envoy pretended to be a merchant, trying to enter Wang Bo's castle under the guise of selling clothes. After being righteously refused by the steward, he had to state his purpose.

Only after the steward consulted Wang Bo was the envoy allowed in.

Wang Bo was also quite curious, wanting to know what the envoy from Shuna Kingdom wanted with him.

"Good afternoon, Duke."

The envoy from Shuna Kingdom was a young man with blond hair and blue eyes, about twenty years old, similar in age to Prince Kit. But being an envoy for a country proved he was no ordinary person.

Either he was clever, or he had a strong background—perhaps he was a high noble of Shuna Kingdom.

Of course, it could be both.

"Good afternoon, Envoy." Wang Bo sat on the sofa, had the steward pour the man a cup of tea, and said leisurely, "Do you have any proof that you are an envoy of Shuna Kingdom?"

The blond young man smiled slightly, took a letter from his pocket, and placed it on the table.

"I believe this can prove my identity."