Legendary Mage

Prince Nasser really did not believe that Varian would get such a messenger, which was an act of disrespect for the other party. Not to mention that they already have very deep friendships, and even the people they just contacted cannot act like this.

However, the messenger was still so eloquent that there were letters to prove it, which really made Nasser a little bit unclear.

Seeing that the messenger had taken the letter out, Prince Nasser ordered the dwarf to present it. The dwarf bodyguard came to the messenger and was about to receive it, but the messenger hummed and said, "Your hands are dirty, so dare to take my king's letter, go clean your hand, and then come to my letter again ."

This sentence really made the dwarf's bodyguard bulging up. If he didn't have a very high level of literacy, he would really slap in the past.

No way, the dwarf bodyguard had to look at his prince to see how he would handle the matter.

Prince Nasser thought it was too much, but he was still very curious about Varian's letter. Without finally verifying whether this was what Varian meant, he had not planned to tear the face.

It must be said that Prince Nasser can endure to this extent, not just for Varian. Among them, Morin's reason is the biggest. Especially in such a crisis situation, who does not want to find a big tree to cool off?

Now, this big tree is Moline, which we commonly call "thighs". This kind of words seems unpleasant to say, but Prince Nasser really hopes to hug Moline's "thighs".

So, with all patience, Nasser said to the bodyguard: "Well, go wash your hands, and then present me King Varian's letter."

This bodyguard does not understand why his prince is so weak now, how can such humiliation be sustained?

However, he still had to listen to the prince, so he immediately ran out of the hall to wash his hands. After about a coffee, the bodyguard ran back, and there were still signs of water on his hands.

The messenger glanced and said, "Dry it and get the letter again!"

The guard stared at the courier, but the courier didn't know if he was really brave, or if he had countless feelings, and there was really no fear. He took a nose to see the guard.

The bodyguard got his hands dry, and finally got the letter from the messenger, and presented it to Prince Nasser.

Prince Nasser received the letter, and looking at the cover of the letter, he was shocked. Because the writing on this envelope really came from Varian’s handwriting.

After taking a deep breath, Prince Nasser opened the envelope and took out the letter. It was like opening a test paper, holding it in his hand and looking down.

I don't know what the content of the letter is, but the dwarf bodyguard can tell by the face of Prince Nasser, the content of the letter is definitely not good.

Because they could see that the prince's face changed from white to red and from red to purple, and his thick, thick hand with an iron hammer started to shake the letter slowly now.

This tremor naturally does not come from fear, but a kind of anger. Obviously, the content of this letter must also be very arrogant.

And the content of the letter is exactly the same, even more serious than the messenger said.

Prince Nasser couldn’t believe that Varian would have such a change, and he didn’t understand it. What benefit would Varian have for such a thing? How can Morin agree?

This is really anomalous, but the fact that it is there, even if it is anomalous, it must be believed.

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After the anger, Prince Nasser suddenly seemed to understand something. Perhaps, this change of Varian was actually not so difficult to understand.

Because he is a dwarf, he has the best forging technology in the world, and this is his useful point. And that Varian was using Morin as a reason, and had a good relationship with himself, so he learned the technology from here.

Now that technology is available, and at this moment of crisis, it is time for them to use them, so just kick yourself off at this time?

So, what about Moline? Does he also agree with this practice, and this practice of killing and killing donkeys?

Prince Nasser's heart is really tumbling, I don't know how to be good, and I don't know how to straighten my thoughts.

Could it be said that all your initial bets are wrong. I think that I am visionary and treat people with sincerity, but in fact it is just being teased?

Prince Nasser sighed and looked at the messenger again. He was wondering, how should he deal with the matter at hand?

But the messenger still didn't know life and death, pointing to Prince Nasser and said, "Hurry up and give me a reply, do you still make me an imperial angel waiting for you here?"

"Snapped!"

The loud noise really frightened the messenger all jumped. It turned out that this was under the anger of Prince Nasser and shot on the wooden table in front of him. The utensils and accessories on the table were all under this beat, jumping around and falling on the ground, making a series of "canglang" sounds.

Fortunately, dwarves are accustomed to using copper and iron utensils, so these things will not fall on the ground, but this posture is a bit scary.

I saw Prince Nasser's eyes and eyes wide open, it was just about to shoot out the fire, and the guards around him also took down the waist axe and were all ready.

In this case, the messenger turned out to be inferior: "Well, what, your group of low, low, and inferior races, dare to let me be so pretentious in front of me and me!"

"Come here!" Prince Nasser shouted.

"Yes!" His bodyguard responded with excitement, because it was conceivable that this was the time to get angry immediately.

Seriously, as long as Prince Nasser said a word, they could immediately jump up and split the messenger in half with an axe.

However, Prince Nasser finally stopped his anger. He didn't let his men kill this irritable guy, but just ordered: "Come here, take him to me, and give me fifty palms!"

Although it wasn't a command to let the dwarf bodyguard feel most relieved, the dwarves felt very happy when they could hit the cheap mouth with their palms.

Seeing the two dwarves as wolves and tigers, they rushed up, and the messenger broke him down to the ground without being told.

The height of this dwarf is generally under the armpits of human beings. If you don't push it down, the palm will be a bit exhausting.

"You wanton!" the messenger shouted.

"Slap, crack, crack"