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Shiva approached the palace, his gaze focused on the surroundings. He clearly saw that the guards around the palace were unusually tightly positioned, with one every few steps, armed with heavy weapons and sharp eyes scanning the area. The towering walls, complex defense mechanisms, and patrolling guard dogs made the palace seem more like an impenetrable fortress. Shiva sighed inwardly, realizing that it was almost impossible to infiltrate the palace without knowing the internal environment.
Just as Shiva was feeling a headache about the situation, suddenly, a crisp drumbeat broke the silence. Following that, a loud and piercing voice rang out: "Make way for Lord Agastya leaving the city, everyone!" At this command, the crowd in front of the city gate surged like being split in half by a sharp sword.
Before long, the main gate slowly opened, and a team of elite guards emerged. They were dressed in shiny armor, their long spears gleaming coldly. In the center of this elite force was Agastya himself. Despite wearing glittering golden armor, his small stature and weasel-like appearance made him look particularly ridiculous. His small eyes darted around, giving him a cunning and sinister look. With each step he took, those around him who seemed to be advisors and messengers would occasionally lower their heads to whisper, as if reporting certain information.
Shiva secretly sneered in his heart. Although Agastya held great power in this city, his despicable appearance and behavior made Shiva even more disdainful of this man. However, he also knew that it was precisely such despicable individuals who were most likely to make major mistakes, providing opportunities.
As Agastya slowly walked out of the gate, the guards by his side quickly formed a defensive line. With exquisite coordination and strict formation, they ensured Agastya's safety. The guards tightly surrounded Agastya, holding up long spears and shields, vigilantly looking around and occasionally shouting warnings at passersby and vendors, urging them to move aside quickly.
On the city streets, although there were bustling crowds, in front of Agastya, these people seemed to become very humble. Many beggars, upon seeing Agastya, showed a begging expression in their eyes, timidly trying to approach, hoping to receive his alms. Among them, a middle-aged beggar knelt on the ground, with a pleading look on his face, and a trembling voice said, "Sir, please give me some alms, my family has been hungry for many days..."
Agastya looked coldly at the beggar, showing no sympathy or concern in his eyes. He seemed accustomed to this kind of begging, ignoring it completely. However, when he saw the desperate expressions in the eyes of the beggars, perhaps wanting to display his generosity or simply to quickly end the scene, he nodded to his adjutant beside him.
The adjutant quickly took out a shining gold coin from his pocket, raised it high, and threw it into the crowd. The coin drew a bright arc in the air and then landed on the ground. This sudden action instantly attracted the attention of all the beggars. They behaved like hungry wolves, forgetting all dignity and self-respect, and madly rushed to grab the coin, trying to be the first. For a moment, it was like falling into a pack of wolves, and the surrounding beggars pounced like mad dogs. They tore and pushed each other for the coin, some even fell to the ground, trampled by others. Their eyes were filled with desire and madness, as if the coin was their last redemption in life.
This scene deeply furrowed Shiva's brow. He clearly saw people being pushed down and trampled in the scramble among the refugees, and even fights breaking out over the looting. This was the spectacle that Agastya wanted to display, a stark contrast between the ruler's lofty position and the misery and suffering of the common people.
Agastya stood surrounded by a group of guards, watching this scene with a smug and disdainful smile on his face. In his eyes flashed not only contempt, but also a kind of playful indifference. As he looked at those who were going mad over a small favor, he felt an immense satisfaction in his heart, a sense of achievement in toying with lives as if they were in the palm of his hand.
The adjutant by his side seemed to sense his emotions and immediately approached, clearing his throat before saying, "Sir, your generosity is truly rare in Patalliro City. Those people, they may not even understand the value of the coin you have given. In their eyes, this may be their only income in the near future."
Agastya listened, the mocking smile on his face becoming more intense. He turned to the adjutant, his lips curling, "That's how they are, always accustomed to receiving alms, yet unaware of their own pitifulness. However, it's also good, let them understand that everything in this city is under my control."
The aide quickly echoed, "That's right, sir. Your power and wisdom are unmatched. Under your rule, Patalliro City has flourished, and even the beggars have benefited from your generosity."
Agastya nodded slightly, seemingly satisfied with the aide's response. He once again caressed the sword by his side, a hint of dominance flashing in his eyes. "This city, everyone, should remember my favor and pay the price for it," he said firmly, filled with absolute confidence.
Agastya's team was moving steadily, but a sudden and drastic change made the entire formation appear somewhat chaotic. Suddenly, a man rushed out from the crowd. His clothes were tattered, his hair disheveled, and his eyes were filled with anger and despair. He shouted loudly, "Agastya! It's you! You killed my entire family! Today, you must pay with your life!"
As he shouted, the blade in his hand emitted a dazzling cold light as it headed straight for Agastya. Startled, Agastya's guards quickly formed a defensive formation, attempting to stop this sudden attacker. However, the man's speed was incredibly fast. He agilely maneuvered between the guards, like a raging leopard with the sole intention of tearing apart the enemies in front of him.
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