Chapter 513 (1/2)

Chapter 513: “Magic Hand” Yorko

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“Pfft… ahem.” Roland almost choked on his own saliva. A pale-looking, slightly oversized man with stubby fingers and a curly Mohawk appeared within his mind. Roland had almost forgotten about him, but he quickly realized who he was once the name was mentioned. His appearance was as clear as if they had parted just yesterday.

The visit was not a surprise; Prince Roland had once been so close with Yorko that he would have given him the shirt off his back. Prince Roland had been out of his mind and was self-loathing after being fiercely rejected by Tilly, realizing that he would never fit into Gerald, Timothy and Garcia’s circle. Yorko’s appearance was basically his salvation. Not only did he bring Roland along to the brothel, allowing him a taste of the pleasures of a noble, but he also introduced him to a gang of evil associates to boss around, giving him the prestige that he would never have in the palace. Even though these things were not righteous, he had been Prince Roland’s best friend, at least at that time.

Roland wanted to reject Knight Yorko, but these memories made him realize that he would not do that if he were still Prince Roland. Not to mention that he needed someone to attract the rest of the nobility to serve him. After a little contemplation, he finally decided to meet the popular “Magic Hand” of King’s City.

“Bring the knight to my study,” he ordered, “and remember to confiscate his God’s Stone of Retaliation.”

…

Returning to the Tower of Crown, Roland soon met the “old friend” he was waiting for.

“Oh my God! Your Majesty… I didn’t expect you to come back so quickly and defeat your demon older brother so easily!” Prince Roland used to address his siblings as a clan of demons, and Yorko had gone along with this statement in private. His image was very similar to what Roland could remember. Yorko dashed forward and gave Roland a warm hug as soon as he opened the door and walked into the study.

Roland reluctantly patted his back like he used to and said, “I didn’t expect you to come so soon either.”

Despite the fact that Yorko’s average appearance did not relate to his title of “Casanova”, his round chin always gave people a sense of inexplicable intimacy. Considering his neatly-shaved beard, the clean-as-a-pin attire, the perfect smell of his cologne, and his legendary techniques, it was no surprise that so many ladies fell for him.

“I’m different from them! Those cowards are still worrying about Timothy’s remaining power, but I know that you would never let him off so easy!” Yorko grinned and asked, “Since you’re back, would you like to have a drink tonight at the Golden Lane? Do you want me to make an appointment with Mrs Rother or Miss Kingfisher? Ever since that one-night stand, they’ve been missing you.”

Roland suddenly felt a chill from behind his back, an ice-cold gaze pierced through his body, casted directly towards Yorko.

The knight felt the change too. His voice abruptly ceased, and he started to look around in doubt. “How come it suddenly got so cold in here?”

“What one-night-stand? I had nothing to do with them,” Roland immediately objected. “Whatever they’re feeling has nothing to do with me!”

Even if it did, it would only have something to do with Prince Roland… It was totally different from his true self, so what he said was still the truth. Nightingale should not be able to tell the difference.