foreigner's journey

Chapter 556: Court Wizard
The ruins of the desolate ruins that have been abandoned for hundreds of years stand tenaciously in the strong wind. In this untouched land, there is a half-destroyed ruins.

There is a wide stone square in the center of the ruins. The dome that was supposed to be completely closed at the top collapsed a little because it was too dilapidated. At this time, the sun shines from above, reflecting on the moss-covered ground.

Basu and Amir, the killers of Bakiraka's clan, were half kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

In front of them, the end of the wooden stick landed on the stone floor one after another, and every crisp sound would shock the two of them.

"So, those three little brothers haven't come back yet, which means that your Bakiraka clan didn't choose us outsiders."

The one-armed Heather, holding a long wooden stick in one hand, paced slowly around Basu and Amir, her tone was like a bard singing a sad poem:
"It's so sad, Your Royal Highness, we have been underestimated."

Behind him, Rong Qishi was wearing a white dress and sitting on a high stone platform that had been cleaned spotlessly. The sun just fell on her shoulders. I'm afraid this is the beautiful scene of an angel descending into the world, right?Her sitting posture is extremely elegant, and her tone is gentle:
"It's okay, we are in such a predicament now, we shouldn't force others to make a choice. Heather, don't vent your anger on Basu and Amir, they are innocent."

Basu and Amir felt relieved when they heard Cheng Qishi's words, and then felt grateful.After getting along for so many days, Basu and Amir dare to say that they have never seen such an elegant, beautiful, and flawless Her Royal Highness, and her every move is like the most perfect masterpiece of the gods.

Such a noble person is willing to speak for a lowly person like himself, Basu and Amir are already very inclined to be loyal to Qishi in their hearts.

But as they said in their hearts, they are just lowly people, and they have no right to speak among the Bakiraka clan. The one who really has the right to make decisions is the patriarch of the Bakiraka clan, that is, their king 'Singh' .But in recent years, because Singh was ill in bed, most of the decisions in the family were made by Prince Schlatter.

Based on the footsteps of the other three, they still haven't seen the envoys from the Bakiraka clan visit. I'm afraid Prince Schlatter has already made a decision to deny the proposal to join Princess Qishi.

Normally, the two 'hostages' left here, Basu and Amir, are useless, and they can just chop off their heads and throw them back in return for the disrespect of the Bakiraka clan.

But the magnanimous Princess Qishi rarely rejected Heather's proposal as a court wizard and accompanying staff officer, and did not allow Heather to kill the two.

Apparently, this court wizard, who seemed handsome and handsome but was actually ruthless and gloomy, did not give up on his proposal. He had been persuading the princess to agree over the past two days.

"Princess, excuse me for talking too much, if you don't be harsh, you can't survive in the territory of the Kingdom of the Fawang Hall. The Bakiraka family are assassins. If you can't surrender them as soon as you come up, at least give them Strong deterrence. Otherwise, they will inform those big countries of our information, and your safety, princess, will be like a small boat in a storm..."

"Shut up, wizard."

A deep and magnetic voice sounded, interrupting Heather's bewitching words.

Without Basu and Amir looking up, it must be the chief of the Knights of the Round Table, [Knight of the Lake] Lancelot, who is at odds with the court wizard Heather.

This brave and unparalleled knight strode into this abandoned square, and the dark blue metal boots collided with the ground, making crisp sounds.He rarely took off the helmet and clamped it in the crook of his arm. He looked about 30 years old, with black curly hair hanging to his shoulders, handsome and handsome but always with a melancholy temperament.

Heather leaned on the long wooden stick, showing no fear of Lancelot:

"Oh, isn't this Sir Lancelot? Have you ever completed the collection task assigned to you?"

Pat, a small cloth bag was thrown at Heather's feet.

"This is the material you want, nothing more, nothing less."

Lancelot looked at Heather with sharp eyes:

"You just need to complete your weird witchcraft quietly, and don't let me see you trying to confuse Her Royal Highness! Otherwise..."

He put his hand on the hilt of the long sword at his waist, and the coldness in his tone was not a joke.

On the side, Basu and Amir, who were half kneeling on the ground, tried their best to hang their heads lower. These days, they have seen the battle between the chief knight of the [Land of Fire] and the court wizard. Although Her Royal Highness suppressed the two There was no big fight, but the confrontation between words was more intense than the sword on the battlefield.Speaking of which, they still couldn't understand the meaning of Heather's title of "Court Wizard". After all, they only knew that Heather possessed martial arts skills comparable to the Knights of the Round Table for so long, but she never showed her so-called witchcraft.

They didn't think about it at all, this was simply a good show that Heather and his weapons staged in front of their eyes.

Those round tables with insufficient acting skills rarely showed up, leaving only the [actor group].Not to mention Heather, at least Qishi and Lancelot played quite happily.

As for the purpose...

Heather was about to retort, but saw Her Royal Highness glanced at her, so she shrugged her shoulders: "Forget it, who made me a taciturn person who is not favored and not good at speaking? A stupid child should be honest Being scolded on the ground, I understand, I understand."

He bent down to pick up the cloth bag, untied the thick rope that fastened the mouth of the bag, opened the mouth of the bag and looked in, nodded with satisfaction: "I have never had the ability to find objects in Mr. Lancelot's eyes." Doubt, did I mention that I raised a hound with a particularly good nose in the Land of Flames, coincidentally, it is also called Lan...huh?"

Heather stopped talking suddenly, it wasn't the cold light of Lancelot's half-drawn sword from his waist that stopped him, but something else.

He raised his head and looked around the shattered dome, and suddenly grinned: "Aiya, there are guests coming from afar, why are you hiding and refusing to come out?"

There was silence all around.

"Well, it's quite shy, isn't it? It's okay, it's okay, I'd better make friends as a person, and we will definitely be able to establish a familiar and close friendship."

Saying that, Heather reached into the cloth bag and fumbled twice, pinching out a handful of young leaves with peculiar textures.

Basu couldn't hold back his curiosity and looked up a little, and recognized that it was the tender leaves of the rare weether tree. According to legend, this kind of tree will bloom tender shoots in early spring, and the spring wind will not destroy these tender shoots, but will make them Getting stronger.According to folklore, if the tree is more than 200 years old, its young leaves will hold strange magic power.

Heather put the young leaf in her palm and raised it to her mouth, and gently blew towards the dome:

"[Wind] will make you invisible..."

(End of this chapter)