The Dark King - Chapter 455

Chapter 455

Francis and the youth left . Dudian was carrying his backpack as he waited . He saw a crowd gather around a place across the street . The bursts of laughter echoed from there .

He moved over to observe the place because of the curiousity .

"Kid, look where you walk . " A voice echoed from behind .

Dudian turned to see a blonde youth with an arrogant look . There was a graceful woman with beautiful golden hair in his arms . There were few people wearing black suits and white gloves behind them . Apparently the man was an aristocrat and belonged to an extraordinary family . Dudian's eyebrows wrinkled but he moved sideways to open the room for them . He didn't want to provoke anyone inside the inner wall for now .

The youth and the beauty walked pass him without taking a glance at him .

Dudian came to stop behind the crowd . He use his toes to look . There was a table in the middle and few people were showing performance . It looked like an ordinary magic show .

Dudian knew that magic was also one of the favorite hobbies of the aristocrats .

"If a real magician was disguised as a magician then he would be winning numerous . . . " Dudian was thinking when a voice resounded .

"Hey!"

Dudian turned to see the previous blonde youth . He didn't know when and how he had appeared in front of the crowd . The blonde youth said, "It's too boring . . . Show something different! Cut people off!"

"Young master we are just a small group . We don't have equipment to do such a show live right now . " A middle-aged magician replied .

The blonde youth didn't expect to be dismissed . He waved and one of his attendants hit the middle-aged magician in chest . The youth pulled out a stack og golden tickets and threw them at the man . He said in a cold tone: "I will say it once more . I want to see a show . Do you understand me?"

The people on the stage jumped in hurry to help the middle-aged magician .

Dudian's brows wrinkled as he saw the scene . He didn't expect the blonde youth to be aggressive and overbearing . The nobles in the outer wall would love to do something like this but were restricted in the outer wall .

In addition he didn't want to be a hero and naturally stayed away and quietly observed the sight .

"I have given you the money! Quick!"

"We are going to see a man cut into parts!"

"Come on!"

The crowd cheered and urged the middle-aged magician and his group .

The middle-aged magician's face turned ugly as he saw the excited crowd .

He knew that it would be very problematic if he didn't go on with the show .

"We will . " The middle-aged magician nodded as he looked at the blonde youth: "Please be a bit patient! We will get the equipment . "

The blonde youth looked at him: "Are you deaf? Or are you an idiot? I want to see it now! Do you want to die or do you want to be a dog slave? . . . It would be quite nice to have a dog slave who knows magic! Don't you think so?" The blonde youth looked at the woman in his arms .

"Mister, Mister . . . " the middle-aged magician panicked .

The woman looked at the youth and shook her head: "He is soo old . My sisters would pull jokes because of him . "

The youth nodded, "Alright, I will look for a young one . "

"Yes . "

The youth turned towards the middle-aged magician: "Are you still in here?"

The middle-aged magician was relieved as he squeezed a smile and turned towards his assistants . Such a dangerous magic trick was prone to errors even if there were equipment .

"Leader, what should we do?"

"We don't have the equipment for cutting people . What should we do?"

"Yeah, how to solve this problem?"

The middle-aged magician was troubled as he climbed to the stage . He said to the assistants: "I have a way . . . " He whispered once more, "Do you remember the show?"

"The leader is smart . "

"We knew that you would come up with a solution . "

"Leader, wouldn't it be . . . "

The middle-aged magician interrupted the last assisstant: "Don't be long-winded! Do you have a way?"

The assisstant shrank back without giving a reply .

"Everyone, the next show will be about cutting off a man alive!" The middle-aged magician stood on high platform as he loudly said . At the same time his assistans brought a huge wooden box onto the high platform .

"Now, we will pick out one person from the crowd . It will be a random choice!" The middle-aged magician said with a big smile . The crowd was stirred because of his words . He continued, "Rest assured that there is no danger in this performance . "

He raised his hand and looked at the crowd .

Dudian felt bad when their eyes met . He pulled over a person from the side and moved .

Whopsh!

The man who Dudian pulled floated for a moment and stopped in the position where Dudian was moment ago .

The middle-aged magician's finger was pointed at him .

The man saw the middle-aged magician's hand directed at him . His face turned ugly as he shouted, "Do you want to die?"

The middle-aged magician felt embarrassed when he saw the man to be a noble . He felt angry but found Dudian standing next to him: "Little brother, why don't you come up?"

Dudian thought that he had escaped the problem . His face turned gloomy: "You said that you will pick a random person! What are you doing now?"

The middle-aged magician's face turned sullen: "I just chose you! Do you want to make the young master unhappy? Why don't you bless him with your performance?"

Dudian understood that the middle-aged magician was not prepared for the show and knew that the process was dangerous . He didn't pick anyone from his own group but had to select from the crowd . He was the only one with the black hair in the crowd . He was going for the soft persimmon .

"Boy, go on! Do you want us to take you there?" The group of servants standing next to blonde youth rushed over .

"Yes, go on stage!"

"Whose servant is he?"

Dudian looked at the middle-aged magician, "You aren't prepared for the show! What will you do if there is a danger?"

The middle-aged magician didn't expect to be questioned by Dudian, "We are professionals . There is nothing dangerous . We made jokes about the equipment to make the atmosphere a bit lively . We can perform even without the technology . Don't worry about anything!"

Dudian wanted to kill the man, "What technology? If you have any technology then make the people fly!"

"Stop being long-winded!" The man next to Dudian said in an impatient tone .

The middle-aged magician looked at Dudian: "Don't make people wait any more . "

Dudian looked at the person next to him who said him to go on to the stage . His hair was brownish . However there was an expensive watch on his chest . It seemed that he had a big background too . Dudian said in a cold tone: "If you are so interested in the show why don't you go?"

"Hey, are you talking back to me?"

"Sooo rude! Why hasn't his master disciplined him?"

The angry roars echoed .

Dudian narrowed his eyes . He wanted to slaughter all of them but he had to press down the impulse as this was not the outer wall . He said in a cold tone: "Whoever wants may go on to the stage . I won't!" He turned away to walk .

The crowd pointed at him when they saw Dudian try to leave .

At the same time sounds of hoofs echoed out as a carriage with a black dragon banner on it moved . There were knights gathered around the carriage . The loud shouts resounded: "Open the road! Open the way!"

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