Europe, somewhere.

"Wu Ming, you are sure you can find the king here." An unpleasant and harsh voice sounded.

"Maybe." A short answer came from a black robe.

"Yeah." The other man, also wearing a long robe, was gray.

The two of them had a brief exchange, without making any sound, and began to search. They were extremely fast and ordinary people could not keep up with their movement trajectory.

"No." The man in gray robe spoke.

"Let's go." There was no king here, and the man in black robe didn't stop for too long, so he turned around and left.

"Well, what is this?" Suddenly, the man in gray robe made a sound.

The man in black robe paused, turned around, and looked at the position where the man in gray robe stood.

The man in gray robe bent over and picked up something from the lawn, neither gold nor copper, and started with a heavy hand, with a character totem engraved on it.

The man in black robe stepped forward and took it. His eyes, which were not filled with anger, flashed a few times: "The King's Order."

"The King Order." The man in gray robe also looked on: "Has the King really appeared here?"
Chapter completed!