Chapter 36: Is there another duel?

Ravl Mira Fastro - the first prince of the Kingdom of St. Ostan, Cocoli's younger brother, Mimilu's older brother...

"Julio is like this, so is this Ralph! Are these noble little ghosts all so precocious?"

The old otakus who was walking towards him steadily like a little adult, couldn't help but think in his heart. This is of course, the cutting-edge elite education has allowed these boys from the top class families to come into contact with the world of those adults too early, making them all show a hint of maturity that does not belong to this age group!

This is incorrect! Children should look like children! They should enjoy their own happy childhood! Getting too early to touch those dark things in the adult world will cause permanent distortions to their imperfect personality! Old otakus has always thought so!

"Hello, thank you very much for taking care of my sister. Maybe you already know who I am!" Xiao Zhengtai came to the old otaku and said, "If I guess correctly, you are Mr. Feng Kan, right?"

"Oh...? Your Highness the Prince also knows me?" The old otaku was a little surprised. "It seems that I just arrived in this city yesterday!"

"Bold! He is so rude!" The man behind Ralph suddenly scolded.

"Ha?"

"Sorom! It doesn't matter!" Xiao Zhengta stopped the man named Sorom and continued to get angry, and then said to Feng Kan apologetically, "Sorry! He is not malicious about you, he is just too rigid and doesn't know how to adapt!"

"His Highness Ralph!" Sorom became anxious.

"Well... I don't care! We are not that small yet!" The old otakus smiled helplessly. No matter where we go, we will meet such a person!

Sorom glared at him viciously, but was directly ignored by the old otakus.

"My father has been talking about you with Teacher Mandorov and others recently, so I know you are not surprised, right? And..." As he said, Xiao Zhengtai looked up and down at the old otaku with an interest, "I can't think of anyone else except you for such a strange outfit!"

"Is it strange?" The old otakus lowered his head and looked at his outfit carefully. He himself admired this outfit!

The tight urban camouflage shirt is supported by the concave and convex muscles between the chest and abdomen, showing the masculine beauty of men with a slightly loose lower body! The urban camouflage combat pants and high-tight thick-soled military boots perfectly combine free and rigorous and meticulously! The black leather windbreaker is open unrestrainedly, showing off the owner's unrestrained personality...

"Well... I admit that my dress is different from yours!" The old otakus touched his chin, "But we call showing our personality! Do you understand?"

"What is personality?" asked the little prince in surprise. The etiquette teacher has taught him to follow the rules since he was a child, and his words and deeds must conform to his status. How can the children taught in this way have any personality?

"For example, you...my dear prince!" The old otaku smiled and pointed at Xiaoshouta, "In my opinion, you have no personality at all!"

"Rareless!" Sorom could no longer hold it back this time!

"I dare to speak loudly in front of Ralph's Hall! I'm so ignorant, I represent..."

"Sorom!"

"But... Your Highness! He is really..."

"Sorom! Why are you angry with your elder brother?" Xiao Youyou bit her index finger and asked with her naive big eyes.

"Big...Big Brother? Your Highness Mimilu, are you calling this man Big Brother?" Sorom pointed at the old otakus' nose and looked at Xiao Youyou in surprise.

"Hey hey! It's rude to point to someone else's nose to speak?" The old otakus who was pointed at the nose was very uncomfortable!

"You are not qualified to talk to me!" Sorom shouted angrily.

"Okay! Then, at least you have to look at my eyes and speak?" The old otaku blinked innocently, and had nothing to worry about with the person who was angry.

"Big brother! What is 'ok'?" Xiao Youyou was attracted by the strange words of the old otaku! He jumped over and pulled his sleeve and said coquettishly.

"Your Highness Mimilu!"

“‘ok’…it’s…”

"Hmm! Mr. Feng Kan! You haven't answered my question yet! What is 'personality'?" The little prince was in a mess at this time.

"His Highness Ralph!"

"Oh...! Yes, about 'personality'..."

"Hey! Hey! Big brother! Tell Mimilu! What is 'ok'?"

The old otakus has a black thread, this is messy...

"Gululululululu..." At this moment, a thunderous sound suddenly sounded.

Everyone stopped at the same time and stared at Feng Kan's belly blankly!

"That's right..." The old otakus rubbed his stomach with laughter and cry, which was solemn protesting, "It seems that we haven't eaten lunch yet..."

"Bajibaji..."

"Sudder..."

The old otakus said nothing and wiped out the food in front of him.

Sorom looked at him with disgust, while Ralph and Mimilu looked at the old otakus's "rude" way of eating...

"What a vulgar and low-level man!" Sorom murmured in a low voice.

"I didn't hear it! I didn't hear it! We didn't hear anything!" The old man took it as his tinnitus! It was the main thing to serve his belly!

The old otakus didn't know why Sorom had been targeting him all the time, and he didn't seem to mess with him? I really don't understand!

“Spark…”

The old otakus picked up the last plate of soup, poured it into his mouth "boldly", then leaned lazily on the wide backrest, patted his slightly raised belly, and burped in satisfaction.

"Himmer! I'm finally satisfied..."

"Strange? Why do I feel something is wrong? Uh! Why am I becoming more and more like Anisha!"

After that, he suddenly found himself moving closer to the violent royal sister like a bottomless pit! The old otaku who realized this fact was really hit hard!

"I wonder if Mr. Feng Kan is still satisfied with our meal?" Ralph asked politely.

"Not bad! Very good!" The old otaku always replied bluntly, he didn't understand what "come kind" means!

"Hmph!" Seeing the old otakus looking desperate, Sorom even despised him even more.

"So, can you please explain to me what 'personality' is?" Ralph showed his humble and studious quality!

"'Personality'..." The old otakus patted his head, "This explanation is a bit complicated! Simply put, it is the sum of the overall mental outlook of an individual, that is, the psychological characteristics with certain tendencies. Do you understand what I say?"

"..." The little prince shook his head in a vague way.

"Well... it is all aspects of a person's character, such as wisdom, temperament, skills and virtue. For example, let me be! I like freedom and no one cares about it! I don't like to control others, but I also hate anyone trying to control me! I don't care what people think of me, I just want to do what I like to do! And my thoughts are also reflected in the behaviors, languages, and dressing I show! This behavior that expresses true self is called "expressing personality"! Do you understand?"

"Oh... I seem to understand a little!" Xiao Zhengta said suddenly.

The old otakus nodded with a childish expression, but before he could be proud for too long, the next sentence of the little prince almost shocked him down!

"So you dress so weirdly! Just because you're a weirdo?"

"Hahaha..." Sorom laughed happily, and he finally took revenge!

"What's so funny? Even if I am a weird person in my eyes, that's my true nature! You don't have a personality yet!" The old otakus immediately choked his laughter with a word.

"I don't need that kind of thing!" After a while, Sorom said this.

"It's so pitiful!" The old otakus looked at Sorom with pity, his eyes as if he was looking at an abandoned puppy.

"Just! What's so pitiful about me?" Sorom immediately fought back.

"A person without personality means he has no thoughts! His life will only be spent at the mercy of others, just like a chess piece on a chessboard! Are you pitiful?"

Sorom's face became very ugly, while the little prince silently savored what the old otaku had just said...

"You said I don't have my own thoughts?" Sorom said viciously.

"Isn't it?" The old otaku man and god were squinting at him, "Scaring me? Are you scared?"

"Do you have one thing in your life that you do as you wish? Do you know what is right and what is wrong? Have you ever used your wisdom to judge whether the command you accept is right or wrong?"

"Soldiers don't need to think! Soldiers only need to execute orders! The royal guard regiment is a sword that protects the Fastro royal family! The sword must look like a sword!" Sorom slapped the table and stood up excitedly.

"Fart! Soldiers are also human beings! I don't object to being loyal to their duties! But they must also know what they are doing!" The old otaku slapped the table and stood up without being outdone.

"What do you mean? Are you questioning our loyalty?" Sorom's right hand tightly held the hilt of the sword hanging by his waist! His fingers, which were slightly trembling due to anger, turned pale! No guard member could tolerate others' doubts about their loyalty!

"I didn't say that!" the old otakus waved his hand, "But what if the order issued to you will hurt the royal family? What if this order violates human morality and justice? What should you do?"

"Impossible!" Sorom roared, "The Guards will never raise weapons to His Majesty and his family!"

"What if the direct target is not these people?" said the old otaku. "If this order will only indirectly harm the image of the royal family, such as in some cases, you will massacre civilians! Will you do the same?"

Sorom's pupils contracted...

Xiaoyouyou couldn't understand what they were saying, but just looked at the old otakus and then looked at Sorom...

The little prince waited solemnly for Sorom's answer.

"If it's your Majesty's order!"

"Ha!" The old otakus looked like this.

"But I believe that your Majesty will never do such a thing!" Then he immediately defended Tifastro VII.

"I didn't say he would do such a thing! But what if someone pretended to be a king? Can you tell what the consequences would be?"

"..." Sorom squinted at the old otaku.

"I heard you are very strong?" Then he asked this question without thinking.

"Well...probably!" The old otakus was inexplicably bent his index finger and scratched his cheek, "What does this guy mean?"

"I heard you have avoided Lord Smanda's sword?"

"That! Lucky! Lucky!"

"Bang!" A white glove was thrown on the old otaku's face!

"Since none of us can convince each other, let the strength speak! If I lose, I admit that what you said makes sense! But if I win, you must apologize to me for your statement just now! - I want to duel with you!"

"..." The old otaku.

"..." Xiaoyouxiao.

"..." Xiaoshouta.

"Ha...?"

"No...yes...right...?I'm going to have a duel again!?"
Chapter completed!