Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 99 Oil Painting
The sun finally hid behind the distant mountains, and the sky was rendered a jewel-like purple by the afterglow of the setting sun. The servants walked in quietly and lit the fire in the old king's room.

The flames just burned quietly, as if the king maintained the rare peaceful atmosphere after reprimanding the ministers in the court.

Brian sat in an uncomfortable armchair, with his hands folded on his knees, his appearance remained calm, only the light in his eyes revealed his inner secrets.

He looked around calmly, there were only three people in this quiet room with him.

The old king, weary and suffering, leaned on a chair carved from black wood, stretching his feet to the burning fire to keep warm. Wizard Morelle sat beside him, his eyes shining with wisdom, always watching the king. every move.

In the end, Brian's interested eyes rested on an orange cat leaning against the wall next to the stove to keep warm.

The chubby orange cat pressed its upper body against the wall that was lit red by the firelight.

The two hind legs were lazily spread out on the carpet, presenting the round, ball-like belly in the warm firelight. With the belly rising and falling, it looked like a lightly dancing flame.

One of its front paws rests on its belly in a human-like manner, and the other paw supports the plush animal skin carpet, as if it is serving as a support for its fleshy ball that may be crooked to the ground at any time.

He found that the 'elegant' sitting posture of this chubby orange cat reminded him of the king sitting on the Iron Throne.

What surprised Brian the most was.

He actually understood what the short and fat orange cat was trying to express from its little face that looked like it was lifeless and loveless:
Miaosheng, lonely as snow... Jiangshan, I don't want it....
……All right.

In fact, it wasn't that he really understood the orange cat's true thoughts, but that seeing the sitting posture and expression of this ball of meat, he couldn't help thinking of such an interesting sentence in his mind.

At this moment, the orange cat seemed to have realized that it had become the focus of someone's attention.

It opened its amber eyes, raised its head, looked at Brian with disdain, then raised one of its hind legs, stretched its neck, and wanted to lower its head and lick its own butt.

In Brian's opinion, it was so fat that it had no neck at all, so that its round head could not even reach its hind legs.

It is said that cats are liquid animals, but Brian dared to bet all his property that this orange cat is a fleshy ball, or the kind that can roll far away with just a random kick.

Even in the real world, he has never seen such a fat cat, and he can only sigh secretly in his heart: It is worthy of "big oranges are the most important".

"Mr. Bryan." The old king broke the silence. His cloudy eyes looked at Brian, who was keeping a distance from him. He smiled gently and stretched out his hand to greet him:
"Please come closer, this is not a court hall, don't be so rigid, relax, or we won't be able to communicate happily at all."

Before Brian could speak, the orange cat at the base of the wall was the first to respond to the king's words.

With its belly on the animal blanket, it stretched its four short legs, swayed to the side of the king, and rubbed its head against his calf affectionately.

When the king reached out and stroked its fur in response, the orange cat immediately arched its back and purred, which seemed to be a gesture of goodwill, but in fact it was a hint to the old king to get out of the armchair quickly.

"Do you need something to drink?" Seeing Brian sitting next to him, the old kingdom said, and then reached out to touch the head of the orange cat. The cat comfortably gave up the hint to the old king and planned to treat him armchair for himself.

"I don't need anything, Your Majesty." Brian looked at the king's kind face, and for some reason, there was a rare sense of embarrassment in his calm expression.

Although he did not forbid himself to drink alcohol, but now his mind is always filled with the idea of ​​how to perfectly rescue the princess, so he must keep a clear head, so as not to be paralyzed by alcohol.

"Okay." Seeing Brian reject his kindness, the old king snorted softly, and while stroking his orange cat, he said to Morelle:

"Old wizard, please, bring me another bottle of blended Mandela wine. My heart is very uncomfortable and I need to relieve it."

Mandela?

Brian gave the king a surprised look.

It is more appropriate to call it a stimulating drink than wine.

This is a kind of excitatory wine made by alchemists from the distillate extracted from the rhizome of datura flower, and then added with belladonna and fermented starch slurry.

Although it has a very good effect on relieving fatigue and pain, long-term drinking is also very harmful to the health of the body.

A moment of hesitation flashed across the aged face of the old wizard Morele, and finally he waved his wide sleeves. A small bottle of Mandela wine in a glass bottle flew out of the wine cabinet in the room and fell into the king's palm.

The old king couldn't wait to unscrew the cork and take a swig.

An exciting warmth spread in his stomach, and his frown relaxed, finally revealing the frightening wrinkles on the top of his nose.

"Your Majesty, if you don't mind, I would like to know about your physical condition." Seeing the old king's face turn red under the light of the fire, Brian said.

"My physical condition?" The old king patted the orange cat that jumped on his lap and was about to sleep soundly, and asked.

"That's right." Brian said calmly: "I suspect that your body may be related to the princess's deep sleep, so I want to learn more about it, which will help me wake up the princess."

Wizard Morelle looked at Brian in surprise.

Looking at his calm and calm face, he knew that the other party did not seem to be lying.

So he stroked his gray beard thoughtfully, pricked up his ears, and listened carefully to what the other person said next.

"Okay." The expression on the king's face was like a sudden sharp pain. He sighed deeply and said with lingering fear: "I think you guessed right. My symptoms are my symptoms. Appeared when the child was asleep.

Strange to say, whenever I enter her room, this kind of pain will follow, like a crab pinching back and forth in my stomach, their sharp pincers are constantly pinching, day and night, Only after drinking the Mandela wine prepared by the old wizard, the symptoms will be gradually alleviated. "

"Actually, I also suspected that His Majesty's illness was related to the princess." Wizard Morele added: "But the real reason has never been found out. I can only remind our stubborn king to try not to check the princess's physical condition. .”

After hearing what the two said, Bryan nodded thoughtfully, and said, "In my opinion, your Majesty's symptoms are indeed caused by Princess Kearney."

"Then do you know what caused it?" Wizard Morelle asked curiously.

"It's the celestial bloodline of the Golden Griffin royal family." Brian said in an affirmative tone: "Sorcerer Morelle, I think you are the most clear about Princess Corney's situation, and you must have guessed the princess too." It is caused by the awakening of the blood."

Seeing the old wizard nodded subconsciously, he continued: "But what you don't know is that the reason why the princess fell asleep because of her bloodline awakening is mainly because her bloodline energy is too strong, resulting in insufficient follow-up power. Only by pushing her from the outside world can she complete this awakening ceremony."

"Then what caused the king's illness?" Wizard Morelle asked again.

After what Brian said, he vaguely guessed the reason in his heart.

But he couldn't guarantee that his guess was correct, so he wanted to confirm his thoughts to the young half-elf in front of him.

"Because Princess Corni's awakening of the bloodline of the heavens lacks stamina, her body reacted instinctively, wanting to absorb the same energy from the outside world as her own bloodline." Brian looked at the cat who was stroking the cat with a serious expression. King, said:

"Although the celestial blood in your Majesty's body has faded to the point of inconspicuousness with the passage of time, when you approach a certain range of the princess, it will still resonate with the blood because of the relationship between you, and you want to be independent. Thoroughly absorb this weak blood energy. That's why your body has become like this, if you don't listen to the advice and keep being so stubborn..."

Brian didn't continue talking, he knew that as the king involved, he would definitely understand what he meant.

"Then do you mean..." Wizard Morelle looked at the king, obviously hesitated, and then said: "To revive the princess, you only need to find enough people with the same bloodline as her..."

"Wizard Morel!"

Brian coldly interrupted his terrifying guess, "Please don't associate the actions of evil wizards with me, you are insulting my professional code."

The tone of his words startled the orange cat who was about to sleep soundly. The fleshy cat raised its head from the king's lap, purred from its throat, and looked at Brian dissatisfied.

"I'm very sorry, I shouldn't have thought about that." The old wizard gave Bryan an apologetic look.

For some reason, after living a long time, when he saw the cold eyes of this young half-elf, a trace of fear rose in his heart.

This feeling is very similar to how he feared his mentor in the city of wizards when he was a child.

Fortunately, it was only a fleeting moment, and he soon returned to his calm posture.

Brian calmed down, looked at the old king, and reminded:

"The purpose of my saying this is just to warn His Majesty the king, don't approach the princess's room casually while I am preparing to treat the princess. Because this may cause the princess to have a blood vessel disorder during her deep sleep. In this case , and the difficulty of rescuing the princess will also increase.”

"Mr. Brian, please don't worry, I will never step into her room while my child is still awake." The old king reassured him with a look of embarrassment.

Because he could feel that from the moment he saw the half-elf adventurer until now, the professional attitude shown by the other party gave him a blind confidence that he could really save his child .

"Then I'm relieved." Brian nodded and continued:
"Since this is the case, I now want to know why Princess Kearney fell into a deep sleep. Your Majesty the King, I need to know the truth, and don't fool me with rumors circulating in the market."

The old king stroked the orange cat that had run into his arms at some point, and looked at the wizard beside him.

"We didn't intend to hide it." Wizard Morele said: "In fact, the main reason why the princess fell asleep was because of a magic painting that she accidentally opened."

"The magic painting?" Brian was taken aback, thought for a moment, and asked, "Where is that magic painting?"

"It's been prepared in advance." With a thought of Wizard Morelle, a rolled up oil painting appeared in his hand.

However, he did not give it to Brian immediately, but issued a warning with a serious expression: "Brian, there seems to be some kind of evil power in this magic painting. Don't open it casually."

"That's all right, let me take a look first." Seeing the old wizard's serious look, Brian thought for a while and said cautiously.

Then he took the oil painting directly into his hands.

Brian looked at the oil painting, while secretly raising his vigilance, he cast a "protection from evil" spell for himself, and then he took off the tether of the oil painting, and spread it out carefully.

(End of this chapter)