The Lord Of Blood Hill-Chapter 110: Have You Heard My Story?
In Divine Revelation City, Henwell arrives at the residence where Arius and his entourage are staying. Upon seeing him, Arius approaches and says, "Alright! We've arrived, so you don't need to wander off anymore. There aren't many here who want to kill me."
Knight Commander Taitlant, unusually, also speaks up, "Henwell, you should stay here! There are many people to meet, and we can't always be by Arius's side. Some events are just for you young folks. You're the best fit to attend; you have the experience to protect Arius."
Henwell nods slightly, "Yes, I'm here to stay by Arius's side."
The next day, Arius is to visit the king of the Billie Kingdom at the palace. Before setting off, the butler Samuel notices Henwell wearing a finely crafted chainmail. Unlike the popular chainmail outside, Henwell’s has smaller metal rings, making it appear more intricate.
Samuel comments, "Master Flash, we have a ball to attend tonight, and we're entering the palace. Isn't this attire a bit inappropriate?"
Henwell starts putting on his coat, "It's just a personal preference, nothing inappropriate. No one will mind, and I'm not carrying any weapons."
Samuel doesn't press further and instead assists Henwell in donning his knight's dress uniform. Unlike other noble attire, the knight's dress lacks a robe, featuring tall boots, trousers, and a long double-breasted coat. The coat has vertical slits at the hem, allowing for ease of movement while riding.
During the audience with the king, Henwell remains inconspicuous. Within the delegation, he doesn't stand out at all.
King Ulysses of the Billie Kingdom is a remarkably bold ruler, constantly working to reform the kingdom's flaws. Despite gaining the least from the War of the Six Kings, King Ulysses seized the opportunity to decisively purge elements within the country. From the royal family to commoners, and across agriculture, commerce, and the military, he overhauled the entire system.
His determination is evident, with one duke executed and another stripped of their title. This shows the resolve of this monarch, who is not yet fifty. Although the kingdom did not gain much from the War of the Six Kings, his actions have significantly strengthened the kingdom's overall power.
After the formalities of the banquet, King Ulysses departs, leaving the guests to be hosted by Crown Prince Felton, who attends to Arius. Henwell, enjoying some leisure, doesn't stay by Arius's side, as Knight Robin is practically glued to him. Relishing the peace, Henwell indulges in the feast alone until someone interrupts him.
"It's been a while! What should I call you? The Flash, or something else?"
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Henwell looks up, offering a slight bow. "Lord Daniel, Henwell is fine. Thank you for your recommendation back then!"
The person is none other than Daniel, the second son of Duke Raymer, who once recommended Henwell to Jansen at the Bloodhorn Arena.
"No need to thank me! Everything you have now, you've earned yourself."
Daniel smiles and adds, "Still, I'm quite pleased. Your current success proves that I had a good eye!"
"Regardless, it was you who gave me a chance to change my fate back then."
Daniel studies Henwell with curiosity, "You've changed a lot! I honestly didn't expect the little gladiator to become a knight lord in just a few years. If I didn't know some of the details, I wouldn't believe it's really you."
Henwell smiles back, "Lord Daniel, you look as dashing and noble as ever, with no trace of time's passing on you!"
Daniel gives a peculiar smile, winking at Henwell, "Don't worry! I won't tell anyone about your gladiator origins!"
Henwell responds calmly, "There's nothing to hide about it. I was a gladiator, and I've never concealed that. As you said, I've fought my way to where I am now and achieved what I have through effort. If there's profit in it, I might even put on a gladiator show again!"
Daniel's smile fades as he begins to regard the young man before him seriously. "So, what kind of profit would entice you to step back into ‘the arena’?"
Henwell takes a sip of his wine. "Many things! Wealth, status, power—all are tempting. Or, perhaps, information, especially about potential crises."
Daniel looks at Henwell intently. "It's a pity then. You're already a knight lord, and the things that could sway you must be quite valuable. I don't even have a noble title yet, so I surely can't afford it."
Henwell lets the topic drop. "By the way, Lord Daniel, are my old companions still alive?"
"Of course! I'm a man of my word. They're doing well. Would you like me to take you to see them?"
A look of reminiscence crosses Henwell's face before he shakes his head. "No, thank you. While I'm not ashamed of my gladiator past, I don't want to relive those survival struggles. As long as they're alive, that's enough. Our statuses have diverged, and sometimes it's better not to meet. Keeping each other in our memories might be more meaningful. If we met, I wouldn't even know what to say."
Then, as if remembering something, Henwell adds, "Lord Daniel, if possible, please give them some money from me to improve their lives."
Daniel nods slightly. "Of course! I'll make sure they get it. Rest assured, your old friends will be fine. They may not be as exceptional as you, but they're promising. I've been nurturing them and will arrange new opportunities for them at the right time."
Henwell thinks, "Hehe, I truly believe your nonsense! "
After chatting for a while, the atmosphere of the banquet shifts. A beautifully dressed woman arrives—Princess Catherine, the king's youngest daughter and the intended bride in Arius's marriage alliance plan.
Henwell admires, "Truly a beautiful swan!"
Daniel chuckles, "Don't forget to add 'noble' as a prefix!"
Just then, a voice interjects, "Is that all the prefix she gets?"
Henwell turns to see a young man, elegantly dressed and strikingly handsome, watching Arius invite the princess to dance in the center of the banquet.
Upon seeing this man, Daniel's expression changes, and he bows slightly. "Your Highness!"
"Henwell! This gentleman is..."
The young man steps forward, gently nudging Daniel aside, and greets Henwell, "You must be Henwell! I'm Shazo."
Henwell regards him with a peculiar expression, "You've heard of my story?"
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Chapter 110: Have You Heard My Story?
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