Chapter 230: Brotherly Love

What the hell...

This nickname sounds so effeminate. In this world, there's probably only one person with such an eccentric and unique imagination to think of using such a feminine nickname for this over two-meter-tall, mighty and robust sea man.

Lakfu’s eyes widened as he saw through the torches held by the dozen or so surrounding mercenaries, barely making out the downy hair on that handsome man’s face, his disbelief written all over it: "Lord, Lord Wang Feng... No, Your Highness, the Prince Consort?!"

The scene was silent for half a second before Hagen also saw from the window, and then both of them hurriedly got off the carriage to approach.

"Get lost, all of you!" Lakfu shouted at the dozen diligent mercenaries: "Blinded by your dog eyes, can’t you see this is His Excellency, the Prince Consort Wang Feng! How dare you point your lowly weapons at our most honored guest! Do you want to die?"

These mercenaries had accompanied Lakfu and Hagen to the Ice Spirit Kingdom, and many had attended the royal banquet that night. However, because Wang Feng had changed into civilian clothes, they hadn’t recognized him immediately.

Upon hearing Wang Feng’s name, they were all startled, quickly lowering their weapons with a clatter, dismounting their horses in a flurry, and kneeling on the ground. The two who knelt at the front were Shark and Tyron, who had been shown up in the palace. Knowing Wang Feng’s identity as a merman royal guest, they knelt and kowtowed in genuine fear: "It’s too dark, we didn’t recognize the Prince Consort, please forgive us, we deserve death!"

The area was crowded with people, the numerous torches casting a bright light, making everyone feel at ease.

Old Wang, who had been anxious just moments ago, now felt much more relaxed. They had rushed and pushed hard, finally managing to find the ‘organization’ before the pursuers caught up...

Who would have thought they could blend in with the sea clan caravan? This move is called 'deception under cover'!

"What Prince Consort, don’t talk nonsense!"

Old Wang felt reassured, finding these sea clan members increasingly endearing. Karida, now able to stand with some support, was being helped by Old Wang, who also personally lifted Shark and Tyron to their feet: "Don’t kneel, don’t kneel, get up! The title of Prince Consort is just a fake identity to deal with the Dark Hall’s plot. Look at the lady beside me, she’s my wife!"

Mentioning his wife made Old Wang grin happily; as someone who had been single in two lifetimes, he envied those who had wives.

Shark and Tyron felt honored. Given Wang Feng’s status, he actually took the time to help them up. Both felt a sense of pride and stood up with renewed vigor.

Karida was taken aback. She was still very weak, and it was already a struggle to stand with Wang Feng’s support. She had no strength to scold him and could only let him speak.

But what about these sea folk? They actually knelt before Wang Feng. Even if he was once the prince consort of Bingling, the sea people have always been proud. When did they start showing such respect to a prince consort of a mere principality in the Alliance?

"Sir, your lady is truly beautiful..." Shark Da sincerely praised, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he felt Rakfu's murderous gaze and quickly shut up.

Dare you steal my flattery?

Rakfu approached with a broad smile: "Beautiful! Indeed more beautiful than the princess! Truly unforgettable!"

He politely glanced at the weakened Karida without lingering, adhering to the principle of not looking at what one should not, while continuously praising: "Lord Wang Feng is a paragon among men, and his lady is as beautiful as a celestial being, truly a perfect match..."

"Sir, Lady!" Hagen's Common Tongue was still as poor as ever. He grinned widely and raised his thumb: "Perfect match!"

Old Wang laughed with a wide grin, reaching out to support Karida by her shoulder to help her stand steady: "Since our parting in Bingling, I've missed both of you dearly. I never expected to meet you here. Where are you two headed? To Kobrin Port?"

"Not." Hagen struggled to form his words: "We, ferry, Krodi Archipelago."

"Lord Wang Feng, we were just planning to return to the Krodi Archipelago. Mr. Hagen's guild is located there," Rakfu hurriedly translated and explained: "However, Kobrin Port is too far away. Transporting these dozens of carts would be too troublesome. We have our own fleet, docked on the shallow coast to the northeast, where we also have a camp."

Old Wang was overjoyed upon hearing this. Although it meant taking a detour, the safety factor increased dramatically. From Karida, he also learned about Fu Liye. That card-playing fellow had seemed suspicious, but he hadn't imagined that he was the mastermind behind the entire incident, a divine seed with spatial abilities. Damn, better keep a respectful distance.

Once we reach the Krodi Archipelago, there will naturally be caravans and even naval ships heading to various places. At that time, we can transfer to a sea vessel bound for the Azure Principality without delay.

"And Sir and Lady?" Rakfu asked enthusiastically: "Are you two planning to go to Kobrin Port?"

"Coincidentally, my wife and I were planning a leisure trip to the Krodi Archipelago," Old Wang said confidently. "We originally intended to take the route through Kobrin Harbor, but since we've met you two..."

Rakfu perked up immediately upon hearing this. Having spent half a million, all he needed now was an opportunity to get close to the big shots and build connections. Wasn't this like a pie falling from the sky?

But before he could speak, Hagen, overjoyed, had already eagerly invited them: "Together! Sir, come with us! We, have a ship!"

Surprised to be outdone by this fellow, Lakfor immediately called out to the most luxurious carriage behind him, which was originally his own: "Sir, the mountain roads make it impossible to use a modified motorcycle, but this carriage is quite comfortable. Lady, with your grace and elegance, riding a wolf would surely be too bumpy; sitting in the carriage will be much more pleasant!"

Old Wang laughed heartily, patting Lakfor on the shoulder, even changing his address: "All this 'sir' and 'madam' sounds so awkward! I'm the kind of person who loves making friends. We've met through conflict, and heroes respect each other. Now that we've run into each other again, isn't this fate? As they say, all men under the sky are brothers. From now on, you can call me Wang Feng, and I'll call you brothers. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we all got along so well?"

Hagen and Lakfor were both surprised and delighted. The guest of the mermaid royal family actually called them brothers? In the strictly hierarchical sea race, this was truly unimaginable.

Indeed, Sir Wang Feng is respectful to his subordinates and has a broad mind. Knowing such a great leader, the fifty thousand doesn’t seem like such a waste after all.

"Grateful for your favor, how can we refuse?" Both were overjoyed. In the rigidly stratified sea race, class distinctions are unbridgeable, determined from birth. The sea race is not short of wealthy individuals, but in the eyes of the nobility, they are worthless, subject to life and death at the whim of others.