Demon King's Mentor

When Eric opened his eyes, he was surrounded by unopened shops. When he raised his head, the palace was close at hand, looking majestic and majestic in the morning light, completely different from the bleak feeling before.He touched his body and after confirming that everything was there, he walked towards the palace.

The guard at the gate stopped him until he took out the invitation letter, and then an attendant dressed in silk led him to the inside of the palace, muttering, "It's been so long, and there are still people applying for the job, what a shame! What a strange thing!"

"Hasn't the prince found a satisfactory mentor so far?" Eric tried to chat with him in order to relieve his tension, to see if he could find some useful information before that, "I don't know if I can be selected."

The other party wanted to say something, but shut his mouth sensibly, and led him to a drawing room in the north, where he was asked to wait for Mrs. Junia Eluchil and Prince Estero.

Eric looked nervously at the surrounding layout. Those yellow wallpapers surprised him. It turned out that not all the palaces were impeccably exquisite. The flowers in the vases were a little decayed, and some fell off the table Crumpled petals.

Soon, a woman's voice was heard in the distance, and Eric stood up immediately, recalling the appearances of the gentlemen and ladies he had seen before, and he wondered if the gentlemen he saw could line up in the palace. Take the position, just hope you don't look too rude.

"Oh, let me tell you, not everyone is snobby," Mrs. Eluhill walked over with a smile, and after seeing Eric, her smile deepened, "Hello, Inger Irwin knight."

Eric put his hands on his chest and bowed to her, saying respectfully, "Ma'am."

Mrs. Elihir looked at him carefully, and felt that he was handsome and young. She was relieved, but she still pretended to be serious and said: "I have to ask you some questions. You know, I look at this matter. It is so important that this matter has been delayed until now."

Eric was a little nervous and nodded, regretting that he hadn't learned some aristocratic etiquette before this.Mrs. Eluchil asked if his father was still alive, where his fiefs were, and some personal questions.Eric stammered and said that his parents died very early, his family was poor, and his fief was no longer there. He just learned martial arts in vain and traveled in the north for some years to work for other nobles.

Mrs. Eluchil seemed a little dissatisfied after hearing this. She kept shaking her fan, comparing Eric with those powerful mentors of the eldest prince Lorian, and then began to sigh.

"You know, this is a mentor for the prince," Mrs. Eluchil frowned, "you must have outstanding background, moral character, and talent. I think you..."

"Do you need His Royal Highness Estero to take a look?" the attendant asked.

"Hey, I don't think it's necessary to..."

Just when Mrs. Eluchil was about to chase her away, a boy walked in and asked, "Is this my teacher?"

"We were just chatting casually," said Mrs. Eluhill. "I think it's better for me to decide this kind of thing. You are very immature in many places. You don't know how much a mentor is to a prince." It's important." She looked at Eric on the opposite side: "This knight seems to be considering whether to enter the palace or not..."

Eric didn't say anything, just looked at the curious boy, who was dressed casually in trousers, shirt and vest, but his blond hair and blue eyes made him look regal almost arrogant.

"Why don't you try it?" Eastero looked at Mrs. Eluhir, "I think he is very good, and I don't have a mentor until now. The whole palace is talking about me, which makes me feel very annoying."

"You have to know that this is not just a mentor, it's a symbol of your identity!" Mrs. Eluhir persuaded, "You must find someone who is not inferior to Lorian's mentor! This man obviously does not meet the requirements!"

"Where is there anyone who fits what you said?" Eastero asked. "Year after year has passed, mother."

Mrs. Eluhir was stunned for a moment, then she patted the table with her hand suddenly, and said angrily: "Pay attention to the way you speak, Eastero! You must know that this is talking to your mother! Your upbringing Where did you go?! I dare say that Lorian would never talk like you! You are so rude that your father ignored you!"

The boy didn't say anything, but just watched her get angry at herself, and when Mrs. Eluhir's seizure was over, she kept fanning and pointed at her silent son: "Speak up!"

"I think it's better to settle things like this," Eastero looked at her, as if he had gotten used to everything about her, "The powerful nobles you see are either from Lorian's faction, or they are Wait and see, where else is willing to stand by our side?"

"You don't understand anything at all!" Mrs. Eluhir slammed the table down, "For whom do you think I am being ridiculed in this palace?"

The attendant walked into the point of conflict with a wink, and whispered to him, "Sorry, sir, may I take you away?"

Eric looked hesitantly at the prince not far away, and his heart almost trembled with contradictions: should he leave first and find another way, or... he clenched his fist, or take this opportunity to risk his assassination?

When his will gradually turned to the latter, the door was opened, and he saw a tall man with black hair standing at the door, and beside him stood a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

Mrs. Eluchil quickly saluted after seeing it: "Your Majesty, Your Highness Lorien."

"I heard that you have found a suitable mentor for Eastero?" King Haileud's eyes scanned Eric.

Mrs. Eluhir gritted her teeth and looked at Prince Lorian, and said timidly, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... We actually..."

Just when she didn't know how to explain, Estero walked up to Eric, put his hand into Eric's broad hand, held his fingers, and shouted respectfully and as if pleading. "Teacher."