novelraw Chapter 710: Your Highness, You Are Too Weak
Chapter 710: Your Highness, You Are Too Weak
The fist, carrying the force of the wind, swept past Connor’s blocking arm and smashed into his chest, causing him to cough up blood, stumbling back several steps before regaining his balance."Your Highness, forgive me."
Hel withdrew his fist, standing in the hall with a slightly bowed head, admitting fault.
But Connor heard not a trace of apology in his voice.
In fact, nobody here regarded him with respect.
Hel was already the better one; when others looked at him, their expressions were full of doubt and disdain.
Everyone probably still preferred the original Prince, expressing their dissatisfaction with this abruptly appearing, impure-blooded Prince.
Connor couldn’t fathom what kind of person the original Prince was; could his combat skills be even better than Hel’s?
Connor sat unceremoniously on the luxurious dark gold tiles of the palace floor, panting heavily, thinking, who was to blame for his impure bloodline? Wasn’t it the King who couldn’t keep himself under control?
"Your Highness, you mustn’t sit like this, no matter how tired you are, you must sit on the chair."
Connor glanced at him without responding, picked up a golden teapot, and directly poured water into his mouth, not even using a cup.
"Your Highness, you shouldn’t drink water like this; you should instruct your subordinates to pour you tea or call a Maid; you must maintain your image at all times, as your every action represents the Royal Clan."
Connor, accustomed to a free and easy-going life, couldn’t endure such restraints.
In the past, he was the one serving others, and now he simply couldn’t learn to command others to serve him.
"Get out."
Connor was in a foul mood, displeased with Hel, displeased with everything here.
"I’ll call a doctor for you."
"No need!"
"You need it."
Connor was furious to the point of death; who exactly was the Prince here?
It seemed that nobody listened to him!
Now he couldn’t even match the assertiveness of a guard speaking!
Hel exited the palace, and soon two doctors came in, carefully examining Connor’s body, applying medicine, and bandaging him, treating him as if he were a fragile porcelain.
Connor was swiftly wrapped up like a mummy.
"Your Highness, you must take care of your health; your body is too weak."
"Your Highness, this is medicine to replenish and nurture your body, which you need to take daily; you’re lacking vital energy and blood."
Connor nearly popped his eyes out in disbelief!
Having lived for over twenty years, undefeated in combat around the world, he came to a tiny unheard-of country, only to be told he was too weak? Lacking vital energy and blood?
He abruptly grabbed the doctor’s coat and viciously asked, "How am I weak? I can beat ten of you!"
The doctor was entirely unfazed by him, replying matter-of-factly, "You possess Royal Clan bloodline; beating ten of me is normal, isn’t it, Your Highness? I’m a commoner with no noble lineage, weak in combat skills, and you can’t compare with me. You should compare yourself to Prince Ollen."
Connor couldn’t help but ask, "Is he very strong?"
"Yes, Prince Ollen is full of vital energy, stands at 1.9 meters tall, possesses great strength, and is unmatched in the S Kingdom. Let alone abroad, the world’s strongest are all in our S Kingdom, blessed with superior racial genes."
"Unfortunately, Your Highness is of mixed heritage, which weakens your natural talents, so you need to supplement nutrients and protect your body, avoiding physical confrontations lately."
Connor sneered; suffering such minor injuries, they advised him against physical confrontation?
If he were so delicate, he wouldn’t have survived to this day.
He hadn’t expected that all his skills stemmed from his bloodline’s power.
Too bad Prince Ollen was dead; otherwise, he could have sparred with him to see exactly how much he lacked compared to him.