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The melodious singing echoed in the palace carved with exquisite patterns.

The coming-of-age ceremony for the Prince of the Silver Army Federation.

The resplendent and resplendent palace pillars are polished shiny, and people laugh happily on the white steps.

Only Cyril looked at Rose Castle from the balcony.

"Your Highness, the king urges you to go to the hall." The maid trembled.

Everyone knows that the prince quarreled with the king, but no one knows exactly why.

Cyril lowered his eyes, walked slowly to the hall, turned around suddenly, and handed the scepter in his hand to the maid.

He is going to Rose Castle.

As soon as he arrived at the gate, the knights in golden armor blocked Cyril in the palace.

"Your Highness, please go back to the banquet."

Cyril shook the saber in his hand: "I order you as the prince of the Silver Army Federation, get out of the way."

The knight did not waver, but bowed behind him: "Meet the king."

"He's a devil." King Joe said, approaching and patted Cyril's shoulder, "You treat him as your queen, but he only treats you as a stranger. His heart will always be cold."

King Joe saw his own figure in the mirror with a bulging beer belly and looked a little ridiculous. He was no longer the handsome king he used to be.

"Whether it's warm or not, give up."

Cyril lowered his head and said slowly: "Yes, the queen mother is fine."

"If I say no, I can't!" The king turned around abruptly, his eyes flashing with anger, "Do you know what he looked like on the battlefield? Countless soldiers died in front of him, and he didn't blink his eyes. If I hadn't helped him hide those things , What do you think others will think of him?!"

"For him, I specially found you and gave birth to you. It took five years to clear all obstacles." The king hid his face, "But what about him, he doesn't know how to love at all."

After saying this, the king took a deep breath: "For fear that he would be hurt by those gossips, I also ordered that no one should mention his affairs on the battlefield, but what about him? A queen, a male queen, wants to talk to Ming Yan People in the principality compete in swordsmanship. He doesn't need swordsmanship Wushuang, so he can be raised by me quietly, okay?"

As he spoke, the king looked at his out-of-shape figure and slightly aging face again.

Over 40, can you not be old?

The knight at the door felt himself trembling, as if he had heard something terrible.

Originally thought that the king had such a big temper, the prince bowed his head.

But Cyril does not.

Cyril looked at his father quietly, and said, "Is it for his own good, or do you want him to be like that."

He has always respected his son, but he said such outrageous words.

Cyril didn't flinch: "Father, it doesn't matter if it's the sun or the moon. Their light can't be blocked."

Everyone will remember its former glory.

It cannot be suppressed by force.

The king was stunned, and before he could speak, he heard a commotion from the main hall.

"Queen, why is the queen here?"

"It's been eight years, and his appearance hasn't changed at all."

"What a nice view."

The king and Cyril walked quickly to the main hall, and saw Zejia standing at the door, holding a gift in his hand, and wearing simple clothes.

White shirt, neat trousers, and leather boots.

A light belt frames his waist.

He still looks exactly the same as before, and the years haven't taken away a trace of his beauty.

"Only demons can remain young forever." The aging bishop murmured, as if looking at a real demon.

Zejia's eyes were clear, and he glanced around, but didn't see the amazing eyes of the people around him.

Seeing Cyril, he handed over the gift in his hand.

"Happy adulthood."

After saying this, Zejia paused on the king, his eyes were calm, and he turned to leave.

"Mother, please don't leave, can you spend this birthday with me?" Cyril stepped forward and carefully pulled the corner of Zejia's clothes.

Only then did Zega realize that Cyril was already taller than him.

"Can you? Mother."

Zega nodded without asking King Joe's approval.

Just like he walked out of Rose Castle, he also didn't need King Joe's consent.

The banquet officially started, and the tall blond prince circled around the queen mother, wishing to tell him all the interesting stories of the past eight years.

Zejia poured him a glass of wine: "Speak slowly, don't worry."

King Joe's lips moved, which was what Zega did to him back then.

At first I thought it was love, but in the end I realized it was Zejia's polite gesture.

Cyril was excitedly holding the golden wine glass and sipping it, looking very precious.

Elmer originally wanted to stop him, but in the end he decided against it.

Anyway, it's the prince's birthday, as long as he's happy.

Edi from the Principality of Mingyan came over with a gift, still staring at Zega, and said, "Your Excellency Zega, would you like to come with me?"

The swords of the silver army federation knights were drawn instantly.

The king's eyes became sharper, and he faintly had the demeanor of the past.

Edie continued: "Are you going? They don't appreciate your ability, but my father and I do."

His father is naturally Deke of Mingyan Principality.

Everyone was waiting for Zega's answer. Many people present had seen Zega's demeanor eight years ago.

It wouldn't be a surprise if he was going.

Zejia shook his head: "No, thank you."

"The Clapham family will always be loyal to the Silver Army Federation and to the William family."

The beautiful Rose Castle has reopened.

But the beautiful queen did not come out, he was still holding a wooden saber in the castle, and more often he closed his eyes and meditated.

When Cyril approached, he was afraid of disturbing him, but the moment he sat down, Zejia slowly opened his eyes: "Don't you have to go to work?"

"Rest today." Cyril looked at Zega eagerly, "Queen, do you want to go to church? There are activities in church today."

The last time Zega went to church with Cyril was more than ten years ago.

Zejia shook his head: "I won't go."

Cyril bowed his head and could only walk to the church by himself.

Blonde hair has also become slightly duller.

Half an hour later, Elmer came running out of breath: "Your Excellency Zega! You should go to the church and have a look! Save Prince Cyril."

Zega frowned, and Elmer quickly explained what had happened on the way.

Since the last visit, their church has become a holy place, and many people have come to worship.

The silver army federation has good weather, and the people live in peace and contentment.

However, disasters have occurred frequently in recent years.

Some time ago, there was hailstorm in one place, which damaged many crops.

Cyril discussed with the church and wanted to ask for the blessing of God again, hoping that the God of Light would bless him.

But this time, the God of Light is negotiating conditions with them, and Cyril must be allowed to serve the temple for life, otherwise he will never descend again.

Now Cyril is covered by the holy light and cannot move.

Serving the temple for life means that you cannot be the prince of the Silver Army Federation.

Zega sneered, pulled out Elmer's sword and inserted it directly into the base of the statue of light.

Everyone was frightened by Zejia at the door.

The bishop wanted to chase Zega away, but pretended not to see him.

"Let go of him, or your idol will be gone."

The Holy Light wavered for a moment, and Cyril looked at Zega as if asking for help.

"Mother, you are here."

The statue of light strengthens the holy light on Cyril.

With a wave of the sharp sword in his hand, Zejia directly cut off the connection between Shengguang and Cyril.

God, who is this.

Can cut off the holy light?

The bishop put his hands on his chest, but still pretended not to see it.

Zejia lit the torch casually, and looked at the God of Light coldly: "In the next ten years, if the Silver Army Federation cannot be safe, all your statues will be gone."

Don't wait for the light and divine will to come again.

Zejia actually burned the so-called idol: "This is punishment, the punishment for disobedience of the gods."

The whole church was silent.

The bishop was dumbfounded. He thought Zega was just threatening this time, so why did he really burn it?

The little statue of the God of Light next to him exuded anger, but Zejia said, "This is only the first one. How many Temples of Light are there in the Silver Army Federation?"

Cyril replied: "470 two."

"Dismantled." Zega returned the sword to Elmer.

Zejia asked again: "What other gods are there in the Silver Army Federation?"

"The Goddess of Harvest, the Goddess of Spring, the God of Light, and the God of Night." Cyril was very familiar with the affairs of the Silver Army Federation, "Not many people worship these gods."

"Then keep a quarter of the statue of light, and the rest of the temple is dedicated to other gods." Zejia looked at the statue of light that was about to explode, "Gods also have to compete for posts, and whoever has trouble in their jurisdiction, then change Drop the local idols. The people provide their beliefs, and they should also contribute their divine power."

After all, it was clear what Zega was thinking.

Everyone worships you like this, so you just eat and worship for nothing?

Others are used to you, I am not used to it.

Not only that, Zejia looked down at the palm-sized statue: "I want to make up for it. Since Cyril is the son of a god, if there is no compensation, why should I be a god for you?"

Ahhhhhhhhh how could there be such a person!

He has lived for thousands of years, and there has never been such a bold human being!

But his divine power doesn't seem to have any effect on Zega.

Seeing that Zejia was going to destroy the statue, the divine power of the God of Light would be a little weaker.

Aggrieved, the God of Light added a white light to Cyril's body.

It is the power of healing.

With this thing, even the mortal wound Cyril can heal.

This is the ability of the Holy Son of Light.

Satisfied, Zega threw the idol to the Bishop.

On that day, the statues of light gods from all over the world rushed to descend, bringing blessings to the local area.

But still three quarters of the statues of light were invited to leave.

Change to the goddess of harvest, the goddess of spring, and the idol of the night god.

The three gods almost wept with joy, it was great that they were finally enshrined.

It is useless to say that competition for employment is competition for employment.

It's just that Zejia didn't know that some people secretly enshrined Zejia's portrait in their homes.

Someone who can even threaten the gods, if you worship him, it must be even more powerful.

There are not many people worshiping Zejia now, but it has gradually become popular. This is a later story.

On the way back to Rose Castle, Cyril followed Zega in shock, as he had done for more than ten years, every time the queen mother surprised him.

At the gate of Rose Castle, the king is also there.

Of course, he also knew about the sensation in the capital.

King Joe tried to suck his stomach, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Zega's clothes.

"Okay, let's go back." Zejia said lightly, as if what he did was very ordinary.

The king had no choice but to leave, but Cyril didn't move: "Queen, does Rose Castle still have my room?"

Cyril's eyes were shining, and Zega paused: "Come in."

Cyril cheered and couldn't help hugging his mother tightly: "My queen, I really love you."

The castle gate closed slowly, isolating the king from Zega and Cyril.

Thinking of the previous few worlds, he was always with his son.

Zega pushed Cyril away: "Don't love me, I'm your little mother."

Cyrillic? ? ?

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