Chapter 42

Although he himself is not really the king here, gray is still unhappy with Alexander's bandit words. What you have is yours and what others have is the world? Isn't that bullshit?

"In fact, it is. If it is not, who should you call the larger world outside? I remember you said that there are many countries outside the storm. Won't your country occupy a piece of land? Or does your country's land belong to the owner? " Gray sneered.

"Of course not. Every country has its own territory, but..."

"Is my Stone Castle Kingdom not a country, or do you want to invade my country?" Gray interrupted.

"I don't, but obviously a person can't establish a country. No matter who it is, it's impossible, because you can't be a king, a minister, or a civilian!" Alexander said that he was sure that there was no one else on the island. Whether the king had really slept for hundreds of years or not, he could only be alone. He was not afraid.

Gray looked at him calmly and said, "you seem to have misunderstood something. It's not because I'm the king of the Stone Castle Kingdom, I'm the master of this land, but because I'm the master of this land, so I'm the king."

Gray regretted that he had said the name of the country too early, otherwise it would be more convincing for him to say the name Atlantis now.

"How can you prove that you are the owner of this land? Did God say it? " Alexander smiled. What's a man's kingdom to be afraid of? He really knows more and thinks more. Instead, he was frightened by a little ghost. If there were any gods in the world, how could there be only ruins in that Kingdom.

"I think you are provoking me and blaspheming my God!" Gray's eyes were not good, his hands clenched his fists, as if he was ready to punch the hateful old man at any time.

"You can understand that I love peace and adventure, but I don't mind using my fist to protect myself when I am treated rudely or my life is threatened!" Alexander finally took out the short knife hidden behind his back and said confidently.

Obviously, he is still very confident in his force value. After all, he can run all over so many dangerous places. Without a little effort, he will be finished long ago. In his opinion, no matter how powerful a young man like gray is, not to mention that he still has weapons in his hand. What's to be afraid of.

"Well, come on, old man, I will tell you who is the real owner of this land. If I lose, I will allow you to live in this land. If you lose, you are my slave!" Gray said seriously.

Alexander looked at him deeply and said, "can you use weapons?"

Gray secretly scolded the cunning old guy, but said with a smile: "of course, weapons are also a part of strength. I never deny this!"

"Well, I promise you!"

"Swear in the name of the gods, I will abide by the agreement!" Gray solemnly made a strange ritual action he had just invented.

Alexander nodded and said the same.

"Very good, but as an honest and noble king, I won't take advantage of you, so I won't use weapons!" Gray nodded.

"You have noble qualities!" Alexander was respectful, but his hand was not slow. He stabbed gray in the chest.

Gray leaned aside, reached out and grabbed the back of the stabbed short knife. Looking at how hard Alexander couldn't make the knife move any more, he grinned with a sunny smile, "it seems that you don't understand the greatness of the king!"

Then in Alexander's incredible eyes, he bit by bit grabbed the short knife out of four finger shaped concave holes.

Alexander doesn't give up yet. He is an adventurer. How can he give up hope because of a small setback?

He threw away the knife decisively and punched gray in the chest.

"Push!" Gray glanced at him calmly and encouraged him. He didn't bother to hide. This strength is probably similar to that when you pat your chest and others promise. You can feel some strength, but it doesn't hurt at all.

After a word of encouragement, gray took the short knife and flattened the finger hole he had just caught with his fingers bit by bit. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't restore it to its previous appearance. The short knife was full of potholes.

"That's it. It's barely usable!" Gray nodded. For the time being, he didn't intend to expose the space of his backpack, so this short knife was his tool for the rest of his life.

Put away the knife. Gray looked at the panting Alexander. The old man had been fighting for a long time, and now he was very tired.

The main reason is that Gray's attitude is too arrogant. Take your weapon. As long as you use your fist, I'll fight you at will.

It was so irritating that Alexander unknowingly used all his strength, but using all his strength made gray feel a little painful and could not stop him from trimming his tools.

"Well, it's my turn!" Gray said softly.

Say hello before you start and be a polite and civilized child.

"Wait, I think... Alexander didn't break the defense for a long time. When he saw that gray was going to fight back, he was about to admit defeat immediately.

However, before he finished speaking, a fist with the size of a sandbag fell from the sky and landed on his face.

Alexander felt that his old bones were about to fall apart. The left face on his head was no longer his own. He couldn't feel its existence at all.

"Are you okay?" Gray went over and asked, looking at Alexander lying on the ground.

He was very measured and wouldn't really hurt his life, but that old face must be cultivated for a period of time to return to normal.

Alexander opened a slit in his eyes, but closed them tightly and pretended to be dead!

After decades of adventure, he thinks he is a little armed. He travels around the country. Whoever meets him doesn't give him some face and call him lord ANN, but here he is taught to be a man by an island aborigine and to be a slave!

Shame!

despair!

Not alive!

"Hey, are you really okay?" Gray patted his old face, which annoyed Alexander who pretended to be dead, but he still didn't open his eyes.

Anyway, I've fainted now. Hurry up and leave me alone. Don't worry about me. The old man won't blame you.

"Alas, it seems that I shot you too hard and killed you!" Gray sighed.

Yes, yes, you killed me. Let's go, or I'll avenge you when I become a dead soul later.

"If you lose the bet to me, you can be regarded as my slave. Although the slave can't return to the embrace of God, I'll make an exception to let you return to the embrace of Poseidon!" Gray said regretfully, "I hope Poseidon can send your soul back to your hometown."

Gray said, grabbing Alexander's feet and walking to the lake, "the water of this lake finally flows into the sea. Now I can't send you to the sea for burial. I wronged you, sir!"

"Of course, if you're not interested in sea burial

Yes, I'm not interested in sea burial. Let me expose my corpses in the wilderness. Get out of here.

"Then I can also cremate you, let you return to the embrace of the God of fire, and then wind burial, return to the embrace of the God of storm!"

In short, it is frustrating!