At such a moment, saying more or saying less could both be wrong, so Dudek immediately gave a young man sitting at the table next to him a look.
Who knows what Dudek did, but all these choir kids seemed brainwashed, willing to die for him.
The young man who received the signal stood up.
"I will perform a sword dance for the King!"
The young man walked to the center of the great hall, picked up the Bronze Sword from the ground, and held it in front of his nose.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes to brew his emotions, and then began the sword dance.
Calling it a dance was an exaggeration; it was actually a set of Western Swordsmanship.
The movements were fierce, filled with a sense of strength.
Every stab of the sword made the blade vibrate, emitting a bronze sound.
Both the Marquis of Changxin and the King were captivated by this young man, no longer paying attention to Dudek.
