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Moore's gaze was serious and persistent, and it didn't seem like he was joking with him at all.

Arthur was very calm.

He knew that it was impossible for Moore to check out any problems. He did not have the black magic that Moore and the Holy Light Mage were worried about. They defined the wrong direction from the beginning.

Moore is well aware of the dangers of black magic. He has carefully studied forbidden techniques and is proficient in black magic.He knows that most black magic can show changes in the body, such as weird totems or inconspicuous subtle marks. Experienced mages only need external judgment and some small tests to understand what the other party is. Black magic, of course, requires Arthur's cooperation.

When the Holy Light Master took back the broken bone for Arthur to heal the wound, he removed the blood-stained bandage on the wound. At this moment, Arthur was just leaning on the head of the bed with his coat on, and he needed Arthur to take off his coat.

Arthur was of course very cooperative.

He was born in a noble family, but he was not the eldest son. He was sent to a missionary school when he was young, and entered the knight team as a trainee when he was a little older. official.

He is no better than those pampered and pampered noble young masters. Years of fighting on the battlefield has left many scars on his body that cannot be erased by magic.Not to mention the wounds left when slaying the dragon. The commander's back and shoulders are covered with scars, which are the marks left when the dragon's back hit the rock wall that day. After the recovery of the holy light magic, the newly healed skin is fragile and tender. Eye-catching and abrupt, it looks very ugly.

Moore looked at him with a frown, and even forgot what he was going to do for a moment. He inexplicably thought that with Arthur's family background, even if he didn't have to work so hard, his official career should be smooth.

He had always admired Arthur for his conscientiousness, but at this time, in front of his friends for many years, he finally couldn't help complaining in a low voice.

"Why are you working so hard?" Moore murmured, "It hurts."

They are both disregarding their own personalities, but they like to complain that the other party is too reckless, probably out of concern for those close to them, it is inevitable that they have set a completely different code of conduct for themselves and the other party.

Sure enough, Arthur asked him back: "Why did you work so hard in Alborg?"

Moore frowned, and finally had to sigh.

Neither of them has the right to blame the other.

That day he saw Arthur fall from the back of the dragon with his own eyes, and the panic of almost drowning and suffocation at that moment was still fresh in his memory. He suddenly understood what kind of mood Arthur had when he dropped him from the corpse pile in Alborg. Back to the camp, how helplessly begged the medical soldiers to save his life.

He didn't want to experience that kind of despair again.

They were silent, and Moore took a deep breath and smiled again: "We still have business, don't we?"

Arthur said: "I never felt abnormal, it should be fine."

"You can't perceive some black magic." Moore frowned and looked at the scars on Arthur's body, and muttered the technique of insight in his heart, "Just to be safe, I don't want you to have any accidents."

The radiance of magic rose slowly and lingered around Arthur like mist. Arthur noticed that Moore had used magic, turned around nervously whether it was sullen or worried, and grabbed Moore's hand that was casting the spell. .

Surprised by his actions, Moore asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Arthur frowned: "You can't use magic."

Moore smiled at him very gently, and said, "It's just a small spell, it's fine."

Arthur insisted: "It's not good for your health."

"It's really just a small spell," Moore said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the half-hidden door was suddenly pushed open from the outside. The person who came in did not knock on the door, which really frightened the two of them. The prince stepped into the room happily, followed by Deputy Commander Williamson Officer, apologized to them with regret: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, he..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and he stared at the two of them with wide eyes.

The prince let out a strange scream.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The prince said in horror, "Excuse me, excuse me!"

He was anxious to back up, but Williamson was standing behind him, staggered by the prince and almost fell down. The prince didn't care about anything else, grabbed Williamson's hand, and hurriedly pulled him away.

Williamson was taken aback and said, "Your Highness! What's wrong with you!"

The prince looked serious: "I don't think we are suitable to appear in this place."

Arthur looked at him expressionlessly, and Moore suddenly laughed, without explaining, just looking at the prince with crooked eyebrows and laughing.

His smile was warm, and the stars in the sky seemed to be reflected in his light-colored eyes. Arthur glanced at him hurriedly, then looked away immediately, and looked up at the embarrassing Prince Highness by the door.

"I think you misunderstood." Arthur said coldly, "You came here to see me, what's the matter?"

The prince just wanted to visit this dragon-slaying hero who had re-solidified his military spirit, but Williamson came to report the battle with Arthur. Arthur was seriously injured, and it would take at least a month for him to fully recover. He will spend most of his work It was all handed over to Williamson. His Royal Highness was stupidly happy that his lover was reused, but he didn't seriously consider how difficult this war would be.

When they were discussing serious matters, the prince sat by the side, picked up the exquisite teacup on the table and looked at it carefully, he didn't pay attention to their words at all, but the sound of stirring the spoon sounded a bit too noisy.

Moore sighed, picked up the small cake on the table, and handed it to the prince.

The prince cast a grateful look at him, and happily ate the small cake.

The current battle situation is going well, the only thing to worry about is the princess and His Majesty the King who are trapped in the imperial capital, they may be in great danger, and everyone is not fully sure that they can be rescued.

The discussion reached a stalemate. Except for the prince, the other three were contemplating. The room was extremely quiet for a while, and only the ticking of the pendulum by the wall could be heard.

They were silent for less than 2 minutes when they heard hurried footsteps coming from the wooden stairs outside the room. It seemed that someone was running up the corridor. After all, this is a hotel specially for princes and nobles, and employees rarely run like this. Moore frowned, got up and walked to the door, and was about to pull them away to look outside, but almost collided with the young orderly who ran in from the door.

Arthur thought he looked familiar, and he didn't realize until Lingbin timidly called out to the commander... This seemed to be the young soldier who bumped into him that day.

After that day, Williamson conveyed his apology to him, but he himself did not apologize in person. He was hesitating whether he should take this opportunity to offer an apology, but the next moment the young orderly opened his mouth excitedly.

"Commander, good news." He said excitedly, "His Royal Highness...Her Royal Highness, she..."

He seemed a little incoherent because he was too excited. Moore served him tea and comforted him softly. He took a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself down.

"His Royal Highness is waiting in the reception room." He said tremblingly, "The Princess escaped with Her Majesty."