Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 217: Brocade Clothes Guards

Chapter 217: Chapter 217: Brocade Clothes Guards

Wyatt Barnes had a sudden realization, he quickly guessed the identity of the other party.

To be able to stand by the side of the Emperor of the Crimson Heaven Kingdom and possess such demeanor, it could be no one but the prime minister Chancellor Drake.

"This Chancellor Drake, he has intent to kill me..."

Wyatt surmised, having a vague idea about what led to it.

Now, not only within St. Martial Academy but throughout the Imperial City, people compared him with Drake’s son, Clarke Drake in his favour and put him above Clarke.

He believed Chancellor Drake had murderous intentions towards him because of this!

The grand Prime Minister of Crimson Heaven Kingdom is indeed narrow-minded...

A sense of caution arose in Wyatt’s heart.

He could tell that this Chancellor Drake is not easy to deal with and he is someone who is adept at concealing his inner thoughts.

After that fleeting intent to kill, Chancellor Drake was as normal, showing no more changes. Those who can control their emotions so perfectly are certainly not simple characters.

"Peace upon Your Majesty."

Vice Dean Smith respectfully bowed to the Emperor of Crimson Heaven Kingdom and slightly bent over.

"Vice Dean Smith, you’re excused."

The Emperor nodded and slowly spoke.

"Long live Your Majesty."

Wyatt also looked at the Emperor, bowing slightly.

Seeing Wyatt’s actions, the Emperor furrowed his brow slightly, but Chancellor Drake, who was standing on the side, shouted in a cold voice, "How dare you, Wyatt Barnes! Seeing His Majesty, why don’t you kneel to salute? Do you really think that due to some of your achievements, you can be on par with Vice Dean Smith?"

"Chancellor Drake, His Majesty hasn’t even spoken yet... Seeing you make a ruckus before His Majesty, where do you suppose that places him? As for whether I salute or not, to put it bluntly... What the hell is that to you?!"

After realizing Chancellor Drake’s intent to kill him, Wyatt’s stance towards him was filled with caution and hostility. Now, being chided by Chancellor Drake, he retaliated with words.

Chancellor Drake’s face turned grim, and intent to kill revealed again in his eyes...

At this moment, even Atharv and Kanan, standing on the side, couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

This Wyatt, right before the supreme emperor of the Crimson Heaven Kingdom, is just as defiant...

Nevertheless, they weren’t worried.

With them around, Wyatt was absolutely safe.

"Hahaha..."

At this moment, the Emperor laughed and his aged face was filled with satisfaction; he turned to Wyatt; "So you’re Wyatt Barnes?"

"Yes."

Wyatt nodded slightly, showing politeness in front of the Emperor.

"You are the first person to argue with the Prime Minister in my presence... remarkable, simply remarkable!"

The Emperor laughed incessantly, seemingly reminiscing about the recent scenario.

Chancellor Drake, feeling slightly embarrassed, chose not to say anything.

"Your Highness, you overstate matters; I just believe Chancellor Drake was over-concerned about rituals. Why be so stubborn about it?"

Wyatt spoke calmly and assertively.

"Now, I’m a bit curious. Why didn’t you kneel?"

The Emperor asked humorously.

"Your Highness, in my eyes, the entities that deserve my obeisance are the Heaven, the Earth, and my parents... A man’s pride lies beneath his knees: kneeling to Heaven, to Earth, and to Parents!"

Wyatt answered.

"Beneath a man’s knee lies his pride, he kneels to Heaven, to Earth, to Parents..."

Upon hearing Wyatt, the Emperor paused, tasted the meaning of these words, and then laughed heartily. "Indeed! Only someone who could lead an army of one hundred thousand to conquer South Barbarian City in the South Kingdom without losing a single soldier could be this proud! But you do have that right."

"From now onwards, during our meetings, you are exempted from kneeling. How does that sound?"

The Emperor appeared to be in high spirits at present.

However, Chancellor Drake, standing beside him, was not so pleased. Watching Wyatt, his eyes occasionally flashed with coldness.

If one didn’t watch carefully, Chancellor Drake’s cold eyes would go unnoticed.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Wyatt quickly bowed to express his gratitude.

"Alright, today we called you here primarily to reward you... This time, you commanded my Crimson Heaven’s army of one hundred thousand. Without losing a single soldier, you conquered the South Kingdom’s South Barbarian City; it is a rare wartime achievement! So, what is it that you desire?"

The Emperor turned to Wyatt and asked directly.

At the Emperor’s words, even Atharv, Kanan, and Vice Dean Smith, standing on the side, stirred slightly.

"Your Majesty, this can’t be!"

Chancellor Drake hastily tried to dissuade him, "Young people don’t know the immensity of heaven and earth, Your Majesty you..."

"What, are you planning to decide instead of me?"

Although the Emperor was old, his narrowed eyes and the faint words he uttered made Chancellor Drake’s colour change instantly; he quickly knelt on the ground and said, "Your Majesty, I did not mean to!"

"Hmph! I think you don’t have the nerve for that! However, Chancellor Drake, today you seemed a bit out of control."

The Emperor huffed, discovering that Chancellor Drake’s son, Clarke, had trapped tens of thousands of soldiers, was already burning with rage.

If not for Drake’s importance to him, even in Clarke’s absence, he would punish Chancellor Drake.

After all, If the son is not taught, the father has erred.

"Yes, I acknowledged my fault. I was too sentimental as a father, I hope that Your Highness forgives me."

Chancellor Drake quickly begged for mercy.

"Get up."

The Emperor indifferently made a command, devoid of any emotion in his voice.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Chancellor Drake stood up.

"Chancellor Drake, to my knowledge, I believe Clarke returned to the Imperial City two months ago. I wonder what you mean by your declared sentimental feeling towards your son? Could it be that His Majesty has punished Clarke, forcing him to reflect upon his actions in jail?"

Wyatt Barnes slightly narrowed his eyes and said lightly.

After saying that, he ignored Quentin Drake’s wrathful stare, turned to the Emperor, and respectfully said, "Your Majesty is wise!"

At the sound, the Emperor couldn’t help but be startled.

This little guy, what a silver tongue!

"Wyatt Barnes, go ahead and say, what do you want?"

The Emperor returned to the previous topic and asked Wyatt Barnes again.

"Your Majesty, I would like you to grant me permission to establish an agency, and then let me be the leader of it..."

Wyatt Barnes pondered for a moment, looked at the Emperor and slowly said.

"Oh?"

The Emperor felt somewhat intrigued by Wyatt Barnes’s proposal. "Then go ahead and tell me, what kind of agency do you want me to establish for you?"

"Brocade Clothes Guards!"

When Wyatt Barnes uttered these three words, a glint was blazing in his eyes.

Brocade Clothes Guards!

It was also a dream in Wyatt Barnes’s mind from his past life.

Thinking of the ’dominance’ of the Brocade Clothes Guards in the Ming Dynasty of ancient times from his past life, Wyatt Barnes was thrilled.

Simply put, the Brocade Clothes Guards were the special agency of the Ming Dynasty, a weapon in the hands of the Emperor at the time, possessing prodigious power.

In fact, Wyatt Barnes just wanted to experience such a ’rush’.

After all, he was going to depart from Crimson Heaven Kingdom soon, and he didn’t know if he would have another chance to play in the future...

Or perhaps, even if he has a chance in the future, he might not have the mood for it.

"Brocade Clothes Guards?"

At this point, not only the Emperor was puzzled, but also Atharv Nigel and his son, Heroic, and even Prime Minister Quentin Drake, all looked perplexed.

Seeing that the Emperor was interested, Wyatt Barnes quickly added, "Your Majesty, the so-called ’Brocade Clothes Guards’ is an agency that reports directly to you, and is not subject to interference from anyone other than you. As for their duties, they are to relieve your worries and smooth out any injustices in the Crimson Heaven Kingdom, such as dealing with those who disrespect you, or finding out who has poisoned you..."

As Wyatt Barnes said this,

Apart from the Emperor, the other four people in the room were all taken aback!

"Wyatt Barnes, don’t you spew nonsense, His Majesty is noble, who would dare to poison him?"

Quentin Drake looked at Wyatt Barnes and said coldly.

However, the words of the Emperor next left Quentin Drake dumbfounded.

"You... can tell that I’ve been poisoned?"

The Emperor looked at Wyatt Barnes with interest.

"Your Majesty, not only can I tell that you are poisoned, but I can also tell what poison you’ve been affected by, and even that you’ve been poisoned for several years... If you weren’t so strong, you might have already..."

Even though Wyatt Barnes didn’t finish his sentence, everyone in the room could understand his implication.

"Your Majesty..."

Atharv Nigel and his son, and Heroic, all looked at the Emperor in shock.

Had His Majesty just admitted that he was poisoned?

A chilling thought arose in their minds, who could possibly dare to poison the Emperor of Crimson Heaven Kingdom?

"If I agree to your request, can you really find out who poisoned me?"

The Emperor’s gaze turned sharp and his authoritative aura enveloped Wyatt Barnes.

He had been secretly investigating the person who poisoned him for a long time but to no avail.

Wyatt Barnes remained unmoved, giving a light smile, "If Your Majesty agrees to my request, I can not only find the poisoner for you, but also cure your poison!"

At this moment, Wyatt Barnes couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.

The Clear Spirit Pill was really something...

It came in handy wherever he went.

"What!?"

Hearing Wyatt Barnes’s words, the previously calm Emperor couldn’t help but be moved.

He knew that even the President of Alchemist Association, a sixth-grade alchemist, was helpless against the poison he had contracted.

He had almost resigned himself to his fate.

According to his estimate, he could live at most half a year more.

As such, he always claimed to be ill rather than to have been poisoned, when in publicly...

Truth is, how could he possibly fall ill given his cultivation level.

"Can you really cure my poison?"

The Emperor took a deep breath, his gaze fixed sternly on Wyatt Barnes. The mood turned a little excited, as if he held on to a life-saving straw.

If the poison could be cured, he could live at least a few more decades.

"Your Majesty, if you don’t believe me, I can now refine a pill that will suppress the poison in your body... It’s enough to suppress some of the toxicity in your body, so you can hold on for another year."

Wyatt Barnes appeared nonchalant, exuding immense confidence.

"Are you... An alchemist?"

The Emperor was startled.

Chirk!

With a flip of Wyatt Barnes’s hand, a wisp of red flame flickered in and out of existence.

In an instant, everyone present, except for Atharv Nigel and his son, was stunned; the Emperor, Heroic, and Quentin Drake.

Was it possible that in addition to his extraordinary talent in Martial Dao and military strategy, Wyatt Barnes was also remarkably talented in alchemy?

An eighteen-year-old ninth-grade alchemist!

The coldness in Quentin Drake’s eyes deepened and, scoffing, he said, "Wyatt Barnes, if a mere ninth-grade alchemist could cure His Majesty’s poison, do you think it would be your turn to make a move?"

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