34. Prince Clovis

In front is an open green lawn, an infinitely high blue sky on one side, undulating grassy slopes on both sides, and a wide and neat corridor in the middle, which leads directly to the golden palace in front, which is the residence of His Royal Highness.

Cappiero Clovis, the only prince of the Polkayan Kingdom today, is about 25 years old. Dawn had only heard the name of His Royal Highness in the newspapers of Polkaia, and knew that he was the only heir to the kingdom, but he had never seen the portrait of the prince.

When I entered Clovis' mansion, I looked up and saw magnificent and luxurious decorations in all directions. Any item taken out would be enough for an ordinary civilian family to earn more than three years' income.

"Your Highness." Barron walked in and knelt down.

Dawn also stopped and looked at Cappiero Clovis in front of him. The prince was nearly two meters tall, with blond hair. He was wearing a black dress on the upper body. The center sides of the dress and both cuffs were inlaid with gold patterns. The chest is a bunch of lily-like scarf.

His lower body is black trousers, riding boots are on his feet, but a luxurious long sword hangs from his left waist.

The prince was also looking at Dawn, who was standing under the stage. Dawn was dressed in a very poor state. The old shirt on the upper body had many holes, the shorts on the lower body were also tattered, and most of the slippers on his feet were damaged, and a handle hung from his waist. The noble commanded the sword, a great sword.

Looking at the wounds all over Dawn's body, Clovis said expressionlessly: "Is your Excellency Reinhardt, the leader of the rebels?"

The leader of the rebel army... Dawn looked at Barron silently, as if to warn him.

"Your Highness, this is the warrior Reinhardt." Barron wiped the sweat from his forehead and said hurriedly.

"See why this prince can't kneel and worship?"

Looking at Clovis' somewhat arrogant face, Dawn's face turned cold: "Why should I kneel?"

Barron looked at the somewhat nervous scene, but was a little worried, and hurriedly shouted to the prince: "His Royal Highness..."

Clovis stretched out his hand to stop him, looked down at him, and saw Dawn's left hand on the command sword at all times: "It seems that your Excellency is also a swordsman, and it happens that I also practice swords all year round, so let's take a look at your strength."

Come up and start? Is there such a brainless prince?

Dawn was a little uncertain about Clovis' actions.

"it is good!"

Dawn looked at Clovis quietly.

Clovis drew his sword and struck. The blade was two fingers wide, similar in length to the command sword, but without arc, and the handle was in the shape of a cross.

The cross sword is more gorgeous, and the swordsmanship is also mainly thorns. The single-grip method has relatively high requirements for swordsmanship. Clovis obviously makes it not very good.

boom!

Dawn lifted the unsheathed command sword in his left hand, blocking Clovis's attack instantly. Clovis felt his palm numb and the long sword almost dropped.

"Why don't you have a sword?" Clovis was stunned.

"Okay!" Dawn replied, Clovis regained his fighting stance, and the long sword stabbed from the left.

Sigh... A cold light lit up in the hall, and the moment the command sword in Dawn's left hand came out of its sheath, it came to Clovis's eyes. The tip of his sword did not retreat in the slightest, and continued to slash towards his head.

"His Royal Highness, is it even better?" Dawn looked at Clovis with a smile, and the commanded sword with his left hand stopped on the surface of Clovis' forehead. Clovis felt a hint of coldness from the blade and was surprised by the strength of the opponent's swordsmanship. .

"Forget it." Clovis shook his head, inserted the long sword into his waist, and then suddenly smiled: "I didn't believe it when Barron said that Mr. Reinhardt is skilled in swordsmanship."

Dawn looked suspiciously at Holt Barron, and saw the latter nodded with a smile: "Your Highness, we should talk about business first."

"Oh yes." Clovis laughed immediately, and then asked the maid to bring food, tea, clothing, and Dawn glanced at it and said, "Let's do business first.

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"I don't know how His Royal Highness will answer the few requests I made?" Seeing that Clovis respected him very much at this time, he went straight to the point.

"The request is reasonable, there is no problem." Clovis said with a smile, but Dawn was stunned for a moment. Did he agree so easily?

"But I can know, what do you want the right to manufacture and trade?" Clovis asked.

"Of course it's for survival. I lead the civilians to do such a big thing just to feed them." Dawn thought for a while and replied, but he didn't expect Clovis to ask him about it.

"Have enough to eat? Now the commoners in the kingdom can't even get enough to eat?" Clovis apparently didn't realize that Polkaia had reached such a level that even the commoners couldn't eat.

After hearing this, Dawn sneered: "If it wasn't for the lack of food, do you think those commoners would follow me to do this kind of stupid thing?"

"Okay." Clovis sighed, looked at Barron and said, "How is the financial situation of the kingdom?"

"The finances are sufficient, but where is Lord Ketok?" Barron expressed his concerns. Although the power to quell the riots has been handed over to Clovis, the financial power of the kingdom is still in the hands of Ketok. Billionaire's funds are nothing to Polkaya's finances, but Ketok certainly won't let him do it so easily.

"It doesn't matter, I'll talk to Uncle Kotok in person." Clovis said with a smile.

"It shouldn't be such a simple matter for His Royal Highness to invite me into the palace, right?" Dawn asked someone to drink the tea that had already been brewed.

Clovis glanced at him strangely, and there seemed to be something unusual in the depths of his eyes. After a moment of silence, he continued: "I discovered through the test with Mr. just now that Mr.'s swordsmanship is the best of all Polkaia."

"Speak directly."

"Okay, refreshing." Clovis laughed: "I said clearly, I want to ask Mr. Reinhardt to be my swordsmanship teacher."

"Your Highness is a prince, and there should be no shortage of swordsmanship teachers, right?" Dawn could see that Clovis' so-called swordsmanship teacher was probably just a cover.

"Hey, the swordsmanship teachers that my uncle arranged for me are all rice buckets. They can't teach well, and they can't practice. If I hadn't listened to what Barron said, I still wouldn't believe that Polkaja had such a powerful swordsmanship as Mr. ." Clovis sighed, his posture was very low, and he said: "I have loved swordsmanship since I was a child. I have been practicing swords since I was ten years old, and I have worked hard, but my swordsmanship is ordinary."

"His Royal Highness!" Dawn interrupted, "Swordsmanship is all about talent. A person with high talent surpasses others for ten years in a year, and a person with low talent is just like Your Majesty, and fifteen years are mediocre."

"You give up your swordsmanship practice!" Dawn's words showed no mercy. He was absolutely right. If Dawn had not inherited the swordsmanship talent of the original owner of this body, he would not have taken the path of swordsmanship. Even so, his future The path of kendo is definitely not pure, and even if he is promoted to the realm of swordsmen in the future, it is definitely not a pure kendo.

What he said was really merciless. Clovis smiled helplessly. He had practiced swordsmanship for fifteen years, and he knew very well whether he had any talent. His purpose was not to ask for swordsmanship at all.

"I am adding 300 million Bailey to my husband as a reward for my husband. As long as my husband promises to be my swordsman teacher, the money will be in place immediately." Clovis increased his stake.

"Okay." Dawn didn't hesitate at this time, and exchanged 300 million Baileys by teaching swordsmanship. This is a worthwhile business. The prince's motives are impure, and his motives have never been pure. Entering the palace may be the most correct. The choice of , although a great risk, is worth the risk for the possible outcome.

Seeing that he agreed without the slightest hesitation, Clovis said with a smile: "But there is one more thing we need to solve before this, otherwise we will not succeed."

"you say."

"If I ask you to be my swordsmanship teacher, you will definitely be opposed by Uncle Ketok. At that time, I will invite the king to preside over this matter. You just need to defeat Uncle Ketok's swordsman master with swordsmanship in front of the king. That's it," Clovis said.

"Remember, sword skills must crush the opponent."

The swordsmanship competition in front of the temple?

It's really a bloody plot.