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"Your Highness."

Just as the two of them walked into a residence, the two guards immediately knelt down in respect. Syrika smiled and nodded, then helped them up.

Lan Feng frowned, he could clearly see the unwillingness deep within the eyes of the two guards, unwilling to defend the entrance of a powerless Fifth Prince.

Even if it was just a small guard, he could do it!

As the two walked in, there were less than 20 guards and a few maids. The huge mansion seemed extremely empty and devoid of any life.

Syrika seemed to be able to read his thoughts, and chuckled: "Sir, you might not know this, but I have always lived in the Imperial Court, so I don't come here often. Furthermore, as you have said, even if little Wang Wen were to fail in his cultivation, he would not have any strength or background. Even if he were to live in this mansion, he would not have many subordinates. "

Lan Feng looked at him deeply, and said as if unintentionally, "Then, has Your Highness never thought of being the ruler of this country?"

His footsteps suddenly stopped, but very quickly, Syrika regained his composure and laughed: "Am I that qualified? No matter what, it's not my turn to sit on this throne. I just want to live my life peacefully. If possible, I'm not even willing to be this prince. Do you believe me, sir? "

"I do."

"Hmm?" This time, Syrika really stopped and looked at Lan Feng: "Why do you believe me, Sir?"

"It's very simple, because I've had this kind of experience before. It's just a little bit different. "I can understand your feelings, if I guess correctly, being a commoner is your wish, at least a weak commoner will not be laughed at, but a prince is different." After saying that, Lan Feng looked at him and chuckled: "Am I right?"

Syrika did not speak anymore, and just like that, the two of them walked into a study room.

The study room was not very large, but there were many books placed neatly on the table. On the desk, there was even a very thick and slightly old book. Lan Feng did not hold back, he walked to the desk and flipped open the title page, his expression suddenly stunned.

Then he swept his eyes over the various books on the shelves and asked, "Has His Royal Highness read all of these books?"

"I've seen it. Many of them have seen it a few times." Syrika took out a book, and said to himself: "< General History of the Pan Continent >, an introduction to the entire continent's economy, culture, politics, and the examples of battles of every single large scale. This book is my favorite book."

Lan Feng laughed, then took out a book and handed it to him: "When it comes to commanding battles, this book is even more classic than the one you mentioned. Of course, books are dead, wars are alive, and these books can only rouse the mind. "

Syrika's heart tensed up, and he immediately asked: "Sir, have you also read these books before?"

Turning around, Lan Feng glanced at him and said, "I don't believe one bit that Fifth Prince is a trash at all. At most, he is merely a trash in martial arts."

"I also don't believe that you are just a martial arts man. It's just that you don't reveal your true colors. I can't see through you at all."

"Same here."

As Lan Feng spoke, he moved like lightning and pulled on Syrika's wrist. A strand of yin and yang energy swam around his body at an extremely fast speed. His speed was too fast, how could Syrika even have a chance to resist?

However, he did not panic in the slightest as he let Lan Feng hold his wrist and smiled at him: "I admit, I am definitely not trash in terms of strategy. I am even stronger than my brothers, but Mister need not doubt in martial skills. I still haven't reached the lowest level of Red Stage, and I can't even compare to an ordinary soldier. "

Ignoring his words, Lan Feng's expression fluctuated rapidly. First it was shock, then it was ecstasy. He never would have thought that Syrika's physique was actually the same as his. In other words, his physique was completely different from the other people on the continent;

Because of this, his strength was still pitifully low. However, he was suitable to cultivate a martial art from another world — a peerless martial art that was enough to shock the entire world!

After a long while, Lan Feng finally snapped out of his shock, and muttered, "I really didn't expect that there would actually be people similar to me in the continent, who are born with 100 meridians all connected."

"Why can't I understand you, sir?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand." Lan Feng no longer had a smile on his face, and said in a low voice: "Fifth Prince, let me ask you, do you want to become an expert of your generation, and not be bullied by others? Do you wish to become famous in the upcoming war between the Three Realms, and make a contribution to the millions of living creatures on the continent? Or perhaps, do you want your mother's spirit in heaven to see your glory, and see your achievements? "

Syrika's expression froze as he stared blankly at the solemn face of Lan Feng. After a long while, he shook his head: "I just want to know how my mother died.

Lan Feng nodded, and said indifferently: "However, without strength, you can't do anything. Even if you know the truth, what can you do? Who can you kill? I'm afraid that if you reveal your thoughts, the first one to die would be you. You will accompany your poor mother and leave this world unwillingly. "

"NO!" "No!" Syrika grabbed Lan Feng and shouted, "Mother is the person who made me come to this world, she is the person closest to me. If she was really killed by someone, I definitely cannot let that person live on this world, even if it means my life! If you want to help me, then help me.

As he said that, he kneeled on the ground and hugged Lan Feng's legs, as if he had found a hope to save his life.

Until now, he had not even known this young man's name, but he had been saved from physical pain and personal humiliation. At first, he thought this person was just a military man, but with the appearance of a series of small movements and his intelligence and meticulous thinking, he could tell that this person was definitely not an ordinary person with no schemes, but a true expert.

He was a mysterious person, and although no one could understand what he was saying, Syrika could tell that this person valued him a lot.

Lan Feng did not help him up, and said calmly: "Be my disciple and acknowledge me as your master, you are not allowed to go against the will of others.

"Bang!" Bang! Bang.

Just as he finished speaking, Syrika's forehead hit the floor, producing a low sound, with the intention of not stopping.

Lan Feng supported him up, and looking at the bruise on his forehead, Lan Feng wiped it across his face and there was immediately no trace of that membrane.

When Syrika saw the sudden change in his appearance, he was stunned for a moment before quickly recovering. He muttered to himself, "I've read from the books that there was a method to refine a human skin into a mask and change one's appearance.

"What is it? Don't you think it's too cruel to use someone else's face to make a mask? "

"You are my master, so you can't have any doubts about your master."

"Hehe!" Lan Feng laughed out loud, patted his shoulder and said, "Relax, this is something I obtained from the assassin. Although I, Lan Feng, have killed millions of people, I would not do such a thing.

"Lan Feng!"

Syrika consecutively retreated a few steps, then fell on his butt on the ground. His previous calm attitude instantly disappeared without a trace, and he muttered the name of his master from his mouth.

Lan Feng frowned, and said coldly: "Is there a problem? It's still as I guessed, Tian Luo Duchy does indeed have a second heart, and you, as a prince …

"No!" Syrika crawled up from the ground, and shouted loudly: "This country has not given me anything, only my dead mother is the only one who treats me well, and now there is still you. I'm just surprised. Are you really Lan Feng Mercier? The youngest Imperial Knight in the history of the Empire of Sarn, the youngest Duke of the Empire, the only prince with another surname like Duke Longth? Are you really the Guild Leader of the Tianxing Mercenary Group, an expert whose strength is rumored to be close to the Purple Stage, the leader of an invincible army? "

"It's the real deal!"

"Hahahahahaha!" Syrika danced as he laughed out loud: "My master, my master, Syrika, will no longer be looked down upon by others. I can also become a strong warrior, and I don't have to hide my ability to command anymore.

He dropped to his knees, covered his face, and began to cry like a woman. All the grievances, all the pain, and all the humiliation burst out like a flood. He wanted to vent out all the pain he had been holding in his heart for the past twenty years.

Lan Feng did not stop him, and did not even mention the grand principle that men's tears would not fall easily. The Syrika before his eyes was actually many times more painful than the him of the past. At least, he still had the warmth of his family and the comfort of his loved ones, but what about Syrika? He did not feel the slightest bit of warmth. Other than His Majesty, who might be his enemy who had killed his mother, he was a person who did not need to be accompanied by a few bodyguards just for his sake.

No one cared about him, no one even cared about him. Of course, if anyone cared about him, they would only mock and insult him, and they would absolutely not care about him in the slightest.

Other than his family, Lan Feng had been at that time when he was at a loss the most. He had been accompanied by that woman, but what about Syrika? He had nothing at all. It was very likely that the high and mighty Fifth Prince was the most pitiful worm in the entire Tian Luo Duchy. His intellect could not be expressed, his bitterness was nowhere to be told, and he could only conceal his fear, pain, and helplessness in a drunken manne