First prince, pick up your integrity

Ludwig looked at his Mephisto, expressionless and thoughtless, and there was only silence for a long time.He never asked Mephisto to grow a beautiful horn with spirals or flashes, as long as an ordinary sharp horn can be seen as a unicorn at a glance.

but……

"Is this really a meat bump?" It's short and small, and its shape is regular, except that it grows on the forehead, and it doesn't fit the description of the word "horn" at all.

"You can tell if it's a pimple by poking it. The hard ones are horns, and the soft ones are pimples." Lance gave a good way to check.

His Highness the First Prince stretched out his index finger, and tapped on the pimple, okay, it's hard.But... no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a horn!It's obviously a meatball!

"Maybe it's because the dark-horned dragon is not an adult, but I think it's more likely because his father's blood is not pure. What kind of species is his father?" Lance firmly believed in Mister's It is definitely not his fault that the horns are crooked, even if it is his fault, he will not admit it!

Mephisto raised his front hoof and kicked at Lance. It wasn't because of his impure blood that he didn't grow beautiful horns!

Turning the horse's head, the dark eyes looked at his master affectionately.Louie, horns or something, I think I just need to mate.

Ludwig looked at the horse's eyes that were more shiny and wet than usual, and immediately recalled a certain scene in his head, and laughed twice with a strange expression, "Should I give you the iron-eating beast first? If it succeeds, I will try it again." To find someone for you?"

I don't want that hair-shedding little panda!Mephisto kicked his hooves violently, and kicked towards Lance annoyed.

Lance, whose innocence was affected, held Mephisto's front hooves, and Ludwig's endless words made him feel that there must be some mystery hidden in it.

Geniuses are generally divided into two types. One kind is not interested in anything because they can learn everything at once, and the other kind is because they know everything, so they really want to know after discovering things they don't know.

A long, long time ago, Lance's father had always taught Lance that as a future patriarch who would lead gunsmiths in the future, even if he belonged to the second type of people with strong curiosity, he must pretend to be the first type, and he must He is more aggressive than the average gunsmith, and he is more struck by lightning, so Lance has been pretending to be aggressive.

Under the seemingly calm and expressionless appearance, Lance has always been hiding a heart of gossip. He is very curious about how Ludwig used the ice and thunder doubles without the mutant attribute. I am a magician, and I really want to know what kind of dark side of human nature Ludwig, who obviously has everything he needs as a prince, was selected as a candidate. He even expressed all his experiences from birth to now Curious to know a thing or two.

According to his own explanation, this is just an investigation of the enemy's basic information, so apart from Ludwig, he has no interest in Duke, Beria and the like!

But is it really just that?

Lance didn't care, and Ludwig didn't care even more. There was only one person he cared about now.

"Your face is so pale, it must be cold. I didn't even know you were still afraid of the cold." Ludwig came to Beria lightly, and told Beria that his face was getting worse and worse recently. It's really refreshing to watch.

Although Beria was very uncomfortable, seeing Ludwig approaching, he immediately put down the hand that was holding his forehead, and forced himself to put on a smiling face towards Ludwig, "Yeah, it's a bit cold, do you want to Come and warm me up?"

"If it's cold, you can use ignition magic to keep warm, idiot!" Ludwig narrowed his eyes and helped Beria fasten the fur collar around his neck. From the outsiders' point of view, the scene between the two seemed very harmonious and very Sweet, but only Ludwig knew that he drugged Beria.

Milanka not only provided him with two skulls, but also very "intimately" left those bottles and cans in his luggage to Ludwig.Ludwig is actually not interested in such things as potions, but Candle Soul Grass—the herb that turned him into a monster, made him eager to try it, and he couldn't wait to pour it into Beria's food .

If candle soul grass juice is used together with other herbs, it can accelerate the growth of undead beasts, but if it is given alone to ordinary people who do not have undead beasts in their bodies, it will make this person weaker and weaker, and gradually lose their fighting spirit and magic. , and then the senses of touch, hearing, sight, taste and smell. When he loses everything, he will fall into eternal darkness and become a living dead who can know everything happening outside but cannot wake up.

So hurry up and use magic and vindictiveness to speed up your own death!There is a treacherous intention hidden behind the caring expression, which Ludwig learned from Beria.

"Your Highness." Duke held the cloak and came over to interrupt the "flirting" between the two. Duke didn't like the situation where Ludwig and Beria had too much contact, as long as it was an individual, he could feel it.

After being "drilled" by Lance for more than half a month, apart from the strengthening of his fighting spirit, the second most obvious thing is the injury on his face.Lance didn't abide by the principle of hitting people and not hitting faces at all. Every time he started training, he had to fool Duke's face, so Mr. Knight is now either with a bruise on the left side or a black circle around his eyes, which made him feel embarrassed to look up recently. Look at His Royal Highness, he doesn't want to leave any bad influence on Ludwig.

"Huh?" Ludwig turned his head, his hands still on Beria's chest.

"We're about to enter the snowy region when we go down, and the temperature will drop sharply. Do you want to..."

Before Duke finished speaking, he lightened his hand, and Beria took the cloak in his hand and put it on Ludwig's shoulder. Duke lowered his head and pouted aggrievedly. He originally planned to put it on by himself. His Highness's body! ! !He was snatched away by Crown Prince Beria again! ! !Aw, aw, aw, aw~

"Are you howling or grinding your teeth?" After Duke stayed where he was for a long time, Lance came over with a whip.

"Grind your teeth while howling." Duke gnawed his nails.

Lance whipped the whip and hit Duke's ass accurately!Duke jumped up with his buttocks in his arms. The wolf howl that was hidden in his heart just now fully surfaced this time, and the scream could circle the mountainside seven and a half times.

"What are you doing!" Duke turned his head while clutching his ass, looking at Lance who dared not speak out.There is no way, firstly, he can't beat Lance, secondly, he is still asking Lance for guidance.

"The team is gone, if you don't keep up, how long will you be fishing!" Lance kicked over.

Duke moved away sideways, "Oh, how many times have I told you that you can beat me or punish you, but you are not allowed to kick me, only His Highness can kick me!"

"That's nonsense, who is going to be the Juggernaut!" Lance threw the whip directly at Duke's face.Seeing the whip coming, Duke immediately dragged the keel bones weighing more than a hundred catties and ran to catch up with the team that had gone far.

Lance shook his head and looked around. Because he was approaching the snowy area, there were fewer and fewer plants around him. Even if there were some dead branches that had been dead for a long time, the appearance was not much different from when he left the snowy area two years ago. big.Everything seemed ordinary, but it gave him a faintly familiar atmosphere.

This breath felt very nostalgic at first, but when I thought about it carefully, I felt a little scary.Could it be that so-and-so's spirit in heaven became angry because he used so-and-so's whip to beat others?

Lance immediately clenched his fists, "I'm sorry, I really wanted to use the whip because Duke is so fucking bad. It's definitely not that I'm dissatisfied with you for whipping me before!"

Really not?

"!!!" Lance turned his head abruptly, and the five words just now clearly reflected in his mind. He will never forget that voice and tone in his life.

Is it just an illusion... Looking at the empty scenery, a trace of disappointment flashed across Lance's eyes, he habitually put his left hand on his right shoulder, and flexed his fingers to scratch his soft belly.In the past, his father also liked to hold him with one hand, and every time before going to war, he had to pinch his face before letting him go.So father and son are really a wonderful thing, and sometimes they are really alike.

Lance followed the marching team lonely. In the scenery he had been staring at, an unusual black mist slowly appeared. In the black mist, faces that were slightly similar gradually emerged. They They all have one thing in common, that is, the same golden eyes as Lance and Vinilaire.

The "ghostfaces" glared at the team that had just left, accumulating resentment for 200 years, they need to tell the only clansman who still has their blood, they want to kill!No living creature that enters the snowy area will be left, and all will die.