Chapter 447
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Chapter 447: Audience Hall
Carrying two prisoner carts, the cavalry unit naturally couldn’t move very fast, arriving in Mirror City only on the morning of the 3rd day.
Without a doubt, after years of Luo Ji’s development, Mirror City was now undoubtedly the most prosperous and grandest city in Myriad World Civilization!
Gazing from afar at the towering city, Hill and Harold, confined in the prisoner carts, along with the barbarian youth sitting on one of them, were all dumbfounded.
The barbarian youth thought he had bragged quite impressively, but with his meager imagination, how could he have conceived such a magnificent sight?
Upon entering the city, Hill’s heart was further assaulted by the continuous display of prosperity before her eyes.
Even before officially meeting Luo Ji, an inexplicable pressure had already risen in her heart.
The formal audience was scheduled for the 4th day.
After all, Luo Ji’s schedule was quite tight these days, and his administrative duties were particularly demanding.
If something came up unexpectedly, he couldn’t just clear his time immediately.
Early on the 4th day, after breakfast, Luo Ji had someone fetch Jie Zichuan.
He appointed him to serve as the translator for the upcoming meeting.
At this moment, despite several days having passed, Jie Zichuan still felt bewildered by the fact of Hill and Harold’s capture.
After all, these two great chiefs had once been so high and mighty…
Meanwhile, on the other side, before the audience with the Emperor, Luo Cheng temporarily housed the two in the military camp.
The next morning, he found two sets of sackcloth clothes for them and ordered Hill and Harold to change out of their animal furs.
After all, no one could guarantee whether there were any daggers or other weapons hidden beneath those layers of animal fur.
When they were directly confined in the prison, it naturally didn’t matter.
But they were about to have an audience with the Emperor.
With Luo Ji’s safety as the top priority, any danger had to be nipped in the bud!
At this point, both were quite cooperative.
Hill, of course, was rational throughout. Knowing that resistance was useless, she wouldn’t waste energy on such meaningless things.
As for Harold, by this time, he had also come to terms with reality. He quickly changed into the sackcloth clothes.
After stretching his limbs, he found it surprisingly comfortable.
Compared to animal furs, although these sackcloth clothes weren’t very warm, they were very dry when worn.
At the same time, the temperature in Mirror City, though quite cold for southerners, was still far from the severe cold Harold was accustomed to in the Bitter Cold Land.
Clearly, these barbarians possessed a remarkable ability to withstand cold.
After Harold walked out of his room, the tightly shut door of the other room also opened.
Seeing Hill emerge, everyone was momentarily captivated, Luo Cheng included.
Her long, silver-blue hair, reaching her waist, was truly eye-catching.
Perhaps due to being constantly wrapped in layers of animal fur, combined with the general lack of sunlight in the Bitter Cold Land, Hill’s skin, though slightly coarse, was unexpectedly fair.
This, combined with her ice-blue eyes, gave her a peculiar kind of beauty.
At this moment, it was the rough Harold who was calmer.
His attention was mostly focused on that silver-blue long hair.
“Is that the Frost Bloodline?”
Unlike the Ice Bear Tribe, which emphasized strength, whoever had the biggest fist was chief.
The Winter Tribe, while valuing strength, was also surprisingly fixated on lineage.
Their northern tribes believed in the God of Wind and Snow, and the Frost Bloodline was said to be the children of the God of Wind and Snow.
The ice-blue eyes and silver-blue hair were symbols of inheriting the Frost Bloodline…
“Ahem!”
Luo Cheng, realizing his moment of distraction, cleared his throat loudly.
After quickly composing himself, he said in a cold voice.
“Let’s go, follow me to meet His Majesty.”
Leading a squad of soldiers, he quickly escorted them to the Audience Hall.
After the previous incidents, Luo Ji, realizing his office was still too small, had specially built an Audience Hall.
Sitting high on his throne, he calmly observed the two barbarian chiefs being escorted in by Luo Cheng.
To be honest, the male one fit his preconceived notion of a barbarian.
The female one, however, surprised him.
But Luo Ji’s immunity to beauty was quite strong.
Aside from a small internal surprise, his overall expression remained largely unchanged.
Seeing this, Luo Cheng felt a pang of shame.
In Luo Cheng’s eyes, Luo Ji was not only the highly revered Emperor but also his mentor in military tactics and formation.
Compared to his mentor, his own character clearly still needed refining.
“Your subordinate Luo Cheng greets Your Majesty!”
As Luo Cheng knelt on one knee in salute, the soldiers escorting the two barbarian chiefs unceremoniously kicked both of them in the knees, forcing the two barbarians to kneel on the ground.
Hill, ignoring her own reaction, knew Harold’s volatile temper wouldn’t stand for such humiliation.
He let out a low roar, about to erupt and attack.
However, just then, a large hand directly pressed onto Harold’s shoulder.
A simple press, yet Harold felt as if a colossal mountain had suddenly weighed down on his shoulder.
No matter how desperately he struggled, he remained motionless.
The person who had entered glanced at Jie Zichuan standing nearby.
“Tell this red-bearded one that since he is on the territory of our Myriad World Civilization, he must follow the rules of our Myriad World Civilization…”
As he spoke, the large hand pressed on Harold’s shoulder suddenly tightened.
Terrifying force continuously squeezed Harold’s shoulder, almost making him cry out in pain on the spot.
“Otherwise, next time, he won’t be so lucky.”
After speaking, the man immediately released his hand and knelt on one knee facing Luo Ji.
“Your subordinate Luo Yong greets Your Majesty!”
Luo Ji’s lips subtly curved at this sight.
Better early than late; Luo Yong’s display of power was truly timely.
After listening to Jie Zichuan’s translation, Harold’s entire face had already turned beet red.
His right shoulder was still throbbing with intense pain, and Harold wanted to retaliate.
However, Luo Yong seemed to sense this and glanced over.
As the foremost fierce general under Luo Ji, he had been charging into battle and conquering all directions for Luo Ji for so many years.
The number of people who had died by his hand was already beyond counting, and his murderous aura was astonishingly strong.
At this moment, as Luo Yong swept his gaze, Harold’s heart suddenly surged with a feeling of dread!
Hill, kneeling nearby, quickly reached out and pulled him, signaling with her eyes for him not to be impulsive.
Hill’s action gave him an escape.
Harold, who already had the intention to retreat, naturally wouldn’t humiliate himself further at this point, so he quietly accepted the gesture.
