chapter 703: are we monarchs a joke to you? [part 2]

aaron reined in his emotions and asked calmly.
"what do you want?"
"i want you to stop being a loser. can you do that?"
"can you stop being a brat and take this seriously?"
thirteen chuckled before raising a finger-not the middle one.
"first, you have to admit that you rigged the venue where the elimination matches will be held," thirteen stated. "you and i both know that i am telling the truth. don't worry, you don't have to make it public. you just have to tell everyone here that you've done us dirty.
"after that, we can move on to the next topic. of course, you can say that you conducted this tournament fairly. if you are going to insist on this, there is nothing that i can do. however, we will also conduct our own tournament with better prizes that you can come up with.
"i am zion leventis. i may not be handsome, but i killed a majin king and have two scales that are lying around somewhere. since that's the case, i'll put them to good use."
aaron scoffed. "so the rumors that you didn't take any scales before the laplace demon took the majin king's corpse were false."
"are you stupid?" thirteen rolled his eyes. "that's a majin king. if you're in my place, will you not try to get something out of it? talking to you like this makes me realize that a pocopoco is smarter than you."
aaron was so close to pinching zion to death.
almost everyone in solterra and pangea labeled pocopocos as ugly and retarded birds.pared to one of them was one of the greatest insults that could be given to someone.
thirteen, on the other hand, rested his chin on the palm of his hand.
"so, are you going to admit it or not?" thirteen asked. "please, let's not waste each other's time, resources, and manpower by lying to each other. i'm a very busy person, and i have a tournament to oversee. i don't want to spend the rest of the day looking at your face."
"your father really sired a bastard son," aaron replied.
thirteen was tempted to ask "which father?"
he had two fathers.
one was the system god, and the other was gerald, the biological father of zion leventis.
but as the years passed, thirteen started to treat his family as a real family, allowing him to enjoy a blessed life, which he didn't get to experience in the past.
"stick and stones may hurt my bones, but your words will never hurt me," thirteen said casually. "so, are we going to continue wasting our time here? i'll give you two minutes to decide."
the representatives of the prestigious families, including michael and hans, were truly surprised as they watched zion talk to a monarch as if he was just talking to a random guy on the street.
all of them believed that zion wouldn't have been able to kill the majin king without outside
help.
if he really did it on his own, they would not have the guts to offend him ever again!
"so, forming a group to eliminate your brother and sister is fine?" aaron asked.
"yep, perfectly fine," thirteen replied.
"you're very confident in their abilities," aaron commented.
"i was the one who raised them, so i am indeed confident with their abilities," thirteen
stated.
everyone looked at him weirdly for the second time because the teenage boy was just saying whatever he wanted to say.
he was younger than mikhail and shasha, and yet, he boasted that he was the one that raised
them?
who would believe such a thing?
even so, the talks and negotiations proceeded smoothly.
after ironing out the details, the league of dragons and phoenix was born, which was now a joint sponsorship by the monarch clans and the central government.
having achieved his goal, thirteen left the venue alongside the grand marshal and the field marshal of the central government.
although his plan to host a tournament of his own didn't come through, he was still happy
with the results.
naturally, lawrence and tristan were also very happy with the outcome of the negotiation.
now that they were part of the tournament, they would be able to scout and poach talented
wanderers who had yet to have any affiliations.
this was the real goal of these negotiations.
whenever the tournament started, the talented wanderers would always be scouted by the
monarch sponsoring the tournament.
with zion as their mascot, lawrence and tristan were certain that they would get some good recruits this year, bolstering the ranks of the central government.