Dula Bide was almost on his knees after hearing this.
He hadn't expected Xia Feng to have such an arrogant side. Had he misunderstood, or was Xia Feng deliberately playing with them?
However, Xia Feng's words stunned them.
They were still fish in the painted river, not yet leaping ashore, meaning those who were already ashore could kill them at will.
And Xia Feng was no longer a person on shore. He had already exited the painting, appreciating everything within the painting from the outside, able to add colors to the painting at will.
No wonder Xia Feng had attacked Orville just now; Orville didn't even have a chance to retaliate.
Orville, like himself, was still swimming in the river, just a slightly stronger fish. No matter how strong, it was still a fish. Xia Feng killing him was as simple as crushing an ant.
Orville suddenly understood why he couldn't muster any resistance against Xia Feng. They were simply not on the same level.
This made Orville even more convinced and daring to harbor no ill intentions towards Xia Feng.
"Master, did the Beast God, whom Orville spoke of, manage to get ashore?" Dula Bide continued to ask.
"En, he can barely make it ashore," Xia Feng nodded.
The Beast God could only "barely" get ashore. Orville suddenly felt a sense of frustration. The Beast God had always been the cultivation he dreamed of, and Xia Feng spoke of it so casually.
"Let's go," Xia Feng said.
"Yes, Master."
"Yes, Lord."
Orville led the two towards the largest building in the castle.
The news of Orville's exit from the forbidden area was learned by his descendants.
Suddenly, dozens of people came out and saluted Orville: "Greetings, Old Patriarch."
"Disperse, Gusri, you stay." Orville, fearing that so many people would disturb Xia Feng, signaled them to withdraw.
Then, a person named Gusri stayed behind. Gusri walked up to Orville excitedly and said, "Father, you are out of seclusion."
As for Dula Bide and Xia Feng, he dared not greet them. He knew Dula Bide, and anyone who could be by his father's side was naturally extraordinary.
"Quick, come and greet the Lord," Orville hurriedly signaled Gusri to salute Xia Feng.
Gusri's eyes showed surprise, but he dared not disobey his father's wishes. He performed a standard European gentleman's bow to Xia Feng.
Seeing this, Orville kicked him and roared, "Kneel down and kowtow to me!"
"Damn it, I've knelt down, and you're still standing?"
Gusri, who was already curious, now looked astonished. Without hesitation, he knelt before Xia Feng and kowtowed heavily, respectfully saying, "Gusri greets the Lord."
"Is the dog head from the Hua Xia Kingdom collected by you?" Xia Feng did not let Gusri get up, but instead asked about the dog head.
Gusri didn't understand Xia Feng's meaning and turned to look at Orville.
Seeing this, Orville went up and slapped him twice.
Gusri, who was three hundred years old, was still slapped by his father. He covered his face and dared not speak.
"The Lord is asking you a question, you answer honestly," Orville pointed at his nose and cursed.
"Yes, I answer the Lord. The dog head is indeed collected by our family," Gusri dared not conceal it.
"Take it out," Xia Feng said.
"Yes, Lord." Gusri had learned to be clever now and quickly responded.
"Respected Lord, please move inside the castle, and let the servants offer you the noblest service," Orville respectfully invited Xia Feng.
"Let's go," Xia Feng said and strode forward.
Dula Bide watched Orville from the side, his face filled with mockery.
In just this short while, he called himself a servant?
Did Master agree?
Damn.
Truly shameless.
Since you call yourself a servant, why don't you curry favor with me, your young master?
Orville completely ignored Dula Bide and trotted behind Xia Feng.
The castle was very large, and the decoration was very luxurious. It was all in the European style of the last century, looking unique and extravagant.
It was almost noon in Italy now. Orville said respectfully, "Respected Lord, I will have someone prepare lunch for you now."
Orville's actions had terrified the Habsburg clansmen.
Orville was their Old Patriarch, an old monster who had lived for nearly four hundred years and had once dominated half of the European continent. Now he was humble before a young man and shamelessly offered to prepare lunch.
The key was that the young man had an indifferent attitude, and Orville still smiled cautiously and accompanied him.
This was simply mind-shattering. They watched with their hearts pounding in their throats.
"You, come here," Orville casually pointed at someone.
The person scurried over subserviently and said respectfully, "Old Patriarch, please give your orders."
"Go get lunch, with the highest specifications. If the Lord is not satisfied, you can go die," Orville said sternly, then waved his hand casually.
Then, his expression immediately turned flattering as he walked towards Xia Feng, snatched the tea from a nearby servant, and respectfully poured a cup for Xia Feng.
Then he poured a cup for Dula Bide, and glanced at him with dissatisfaction.
Xia Feng sat for a while, and Gusri hurried over with the dog head. He walked up to Xia Feng and presented the dog head, saying, "Respected Lord, the dog head has been brought."
Xia Feng took the dog head. Holding it, he could feel a special energy within it.
Xia Feng then scanned it with his divine sense, but could not penetrate this special energy, which Xia Feng found very perplexing.
It seemed the rumors were true. If all twelve beast heads were gathered, something unexpected would surely happen.
"Respected Lord, what else do you need? I can get it for you," Orville wanted to flatter him.
Xia Feng glanced at Orville and said, "No need."
The dog head was a national treasure of China and held special meaning, which was why Xia Feng had personally come. As for other things, he was not interested.
Orville prepared the highest lunch to entertain Xia Feng at noon. During the meal, Orville served him like a servant the whole time, not daring to be careless in the slightest.
After Xia Feng finished eating, Orville nimbly handed him a towel. Xia Feng took the towel and wiped his mouth, then looked at Orville and instructed, "Alright, I'm leaving. Remember the matter I entrusted to you."
"Yes, respected Lord, I have committed it to memory and dare not forget it for a moment," Orville quickly assured him.
Then Xia Feng picked up Dula Bide and, under Orville's shocked gaze, disappeared from the castle like a bolt of lightning.
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(This is the first time I've written about Xia Feng in two consecutive chapters. Does it feel abrupt? Do any of you find it unaccustomed? Please give me some valuable feedback. Love you all. mua!(*╯3╰))