The First Tyrant of Daxia

Meredith's eyes flashed with madness: "We have no way out, this is our only way!"

Pepys heaved a long sigh.

He also knew that there was no other way.

"Yes, my king, I will carry out your orders." Pepys nodded helplessly.

Meredith nodded.

The hatred for Qin Yun in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"Qin Yun, it's all because of you!"

Meredith growled, "One day or another, I will make you pay with blood!"

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In the Ptolemy Palace.

Qin Yun rested here for a few days.

Because he needed to wait for Fu Long to take over the Kingdom of Lakis and return here to reunite with him.

The hurried march along the way made Qin Yun feel quite tired. Only after arriving at Ptolemy's Palace did Qin Yun enjoy a few days of comfort.

And Murong Shunhua, Gong Su Ruoshui, Gongsun Wan'er, Su Yan and other girls, under Isabella's warm hospitality, took another tour around the Ptolemaic Dynasty and were still very interested.

Although Gongsun Wan'er and others had strolled here before, it was a different feeling to be led by Queen Isabella.

Qin Yun was so tired that he didn't bother to follow them around.

However, Qin Yun was not idle inside the palace. He lay on the bed and looked through some political affairs handed over by Isabella, as well as the changes in the Ptolemaic dynasty.

He was served by the youngest and most beautiful maid in the palace, who massaged his shoulders and legs and took care of his whole body, making Qin Yun feel very comfortable.

These palace maids have all been taught and their skills are no worse than Opatra's.

"According to the time, Fu Long should have taken back the Kingdom of Lakis." Qin Yun put down the government affairs in his hands and yawned lazily.

While he was thinking, a guard suddenly ran up, looking a little panicked.

"What's wrong?" Qin Yun asked.

Queen Isabella was not in the palace, so the guard had no choice but to report to Qin Yun: "Your Majesty, an envoy from the Kingdom of Lakis suddenly came to the royal city and expressed his desire to see you."

"An envoy from the Kingdom of Lakis?"

Qin Yun frowned, signaled the maid beside him to stop massaging, and slowly sat up.

The Kingdom of Lakis is a small country, so small that it has a population of only a few hundred thousand.

With a population of more than 100,000, excluding the elderly, the weak, women and children, there may be less than 50,000 young and middle-aged men left who can fight.

The number of people was not even as many as the 70,000 troops led by Fu Long.

Moreover, the Daxia army is a well-trained and powerful army that cannot be compared with the army of the Lakis Kingdom.

Fu Long is a powerful general in Daxia. With him leading the army, it should be a sure thing to capture the Kingdom of Lakis.

But now, the servants of the Kingdom of Lachis have come to the Ptolemaic Dynasty.

What does this mean?

Fu Long did not conquer the Kingdom of Lakis.

And Qin Yun had a bad feeling in his heart.

There might be a problem with Fu Long!

"Let the messenger kneel and wait in front of the temple!"

Qin Yun lay down again and said to the maids around him, "Continue to massage me, and don't stop giving me fruits."

Seeing this, the guards had no choice but to leave.

Outside the hall, Wycliffe, the envoy from the Kingdom of Lakis, stood with his head held high and his chest puffed out, waiting for Qin Yun's summons.

Although Fu Long came to attack them with an army of 70,000 men, Qin Yun did not expect that their king had another trick up his sleeve and captured Fu Long instead.

As the victorious party, although they are only a small country and cannot be compared with Qin Yun's Great Xia Empire, Wycliffe believes that they should appear more assertive.

The guard who went to report the news hurried back.

Seeing this, Wycliffe became even more proud and waited for Qin Yun to summon him.

After all, he also knew that with Qin Yun's ability, he would definitely be able to guess that Fu Long had problems when attacking their country.

Of course, the Lakis Kingdom did not dare to take action against the dragon, because they did not dare to really anger Qin Yun, which was a wrath they could not bear.

The messenger came before Wycliffe, but his next words made Wycliffe stunned.

"His Majesty said that he has something to do right now and asked the waiter to kneel on the ground and wait!" said the guard neither humbly nor arrogantly.

He is Qin Yun's man and more or less represents Qin Yun. How could he show a humble attitude in front of an envoy from a small country?

"What did you say?!" Wycliffe heard the guard's words and stared at him with gritted teeth, "Are you sure that the Emperor of Daxia really said that?"

The guard said calmly: "Yes, envoy from the Kingdom of Lakis, please kneel down and wait immediately!"

"You are presumptuous!"

Wycliffe said angrily, "I am an envoy from the Kingdom of Lakis, not a slave. Don't you have any etiquette in Daxia? How dare you treat an envoy of a country like this?!"

The guard was indifferent: "I am only following the orders of His Majesty. Envoy of the Kingdom of Lakis, please kneel down and wait!"

Wycliffe shouted angrily: "I won't kneel! Go tell Qin Yun that General Fu Long has been captured by our king. If he still wants General Fu Long to live, summon me immediately!"

The guard wanted to continue pressing him, but when he heard Wycliffe mention General Fu Long's name, his expression changed and he said, "Wait here. I'll go back and ask His Majesty."

After that, he turned around and left.

The guard quickly ran into the harem and said, "Your Majesty, Wycliffe, the envoy of the Kingdom of Lakis, said that they have captured General Fu Long. If Your Majesty still wants General Fu Long to live, then summon him immediately."

"Is he threatening me?"

Qin Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a very dangerous murderous intent. "Go and tell him with your sword, it's just Fu Long. I can definitely afford such a loss, but can their king bear the pain of destroying his country?"

The guard said, "Yes!"

When they arrived outside the hall, the guard sneered and said, "Your Majesty said that he can afford to lose Fu Long, can you afford the pain of destroying your country?"

"Your Majesty!"

Wycliffe was stunned for a moment and gritted his teeth. They could not afford the pain of destroying their country.

Moreover, he knew that with Qin Yun's strength, he would definitely be able to do what he said, and it would be very easy to do, even if they had hidden strength.

Wycliffe didn't dare to be crazy anymore. He bent his knees tremblingly and knelt on the ground.

"If we had known this would happen, why did we do it in the first place?" The guard couldn't help but shake his head. A small country is just a small country. Just because they won a small war, they thought they were invincible.

Wycliffe's eyes were filled with humiliation, but he had no choice.