His Highness the Son moves the cat online

The witch beauty was led by Dijiaer to meet other nobles. On the way, the witch beauty observed carefully, and several camps had formed in the entire hall at this moment.

The left side of the hall is where the cardinal and other priests of the Temple of Light stay, and the right side is where the nobles of the Magic Association gather, and the remaining neutral nobles are inserted between the two.

Dijiaer pulled him and first exchanged a few words with the neutral nobles. After introducing these nobles to the witch beauty one by one, Dijiaer turned his head and whispered: "Witch, I will take you to the Magic Association."

"Huh?" Wu Meiren thought he heard it wrong, he blinked and repeated: "Magic Association?"

"Yes, I'll take you to meet President Xia Zuo, who is also my teacher." Dijia approached Wu Meiren with a smile, and saw that the other party looked a little at a loss, and couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, I'm here, Those guys dare not do anything to you."

"But..." Wu Meiren cast a glance at the cardinals not far away and said hesitantly, "They won't do it, will they?"

"Don't worry, those idiots are eager to see you make a fool of yourself. I heard from my father that more than half of those cardinals are sympathetic with the Pope." Digar snorted coldly: "They even want you to be present at this dinner party." There are some mistakes, which will ruin your reputation in the future."

"Really." Wu Meiren lowered her eyes and thought for a while: "According to what you said, Jiaer, I actually have a guess. I want to tell you something after the banquet is over."

"Okay." Di Jia nodded and smiled at him, "I'll wait for you."

Everyone in the hall had different thoughts. When they saw Dijiaer pulling the witch beauty and running towards the Magic Association, several nobles instantly widened their eyes. Their first reaction was to look up at the king sitting on the high seat. , after seeing the king not moving like a mountain, he turned his head to the cardinals on the left side of the hall.

At this moment, the noisy hall gradually quieted down, and some belated nobles also lowered their voices. At this time, Dijiaer's voice with a smile was particularly obvious.

"Teacher." Dijiaer pulled the witch beauty and walked towards an old man surrounded by everyone: "Teacher, this is the holy son of the Temple of Light—the witch."

Everyone was dumbfounded, and they didn't know whether Dijiaer was deliberately tricking the holy son of the Guangming Temple or joking with the Magic Association, but President Xia Zuo was Dijiaer's teacher after all, so... it was actually His Royal Highness Dijiaer's intention. In 'humiliating' His Royal Highness the Son?Could it be because the Holy Son was not enthusiastic enough towards him when he dismounted just now?

On the other hand, the cardinals of the Temple of Light are not looking very well at this moment. Although they hope that the witch beauty will make a fool of himself, they are limited to inappropriate words and deeds. Impression, after all, this kind of thing is caused by Wu Meiren's personal problems.

But being deliberately made things difficult by the Magic Association is another matter. The former is the witch beauty who loses face, and the latter is the face of the Temple of Light being trampled on the ground. Besides, it is still in front of the royal family and nobles today. The dignity of the Temple of Light cannot tolerate any trampling .

Seeing that the witch beauty was 'hijacked' by Dijiaer and taken to the Magic Association, the cardinals who had wanted the witch beauty to make a fool of themselves stood up anxiously.

An Lamu glanced at the few people around him lightly. He reached out to support the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose, turned around and said, "Everyone sit down, Your Majesty hasn't spoken yet, so don't mess yourself up."

"I should have looked at the Son of God just now." A cardinal looked at the witch beauty's direction with hatred: "Dijiaer took advantage of it."

"Is it useful to say this now?" An Lamu yawned lazily: "It's better to see how our Lord Son will respond next. If it goes too far, His Majesty will stop it."

The witch beauty felt like a lamb thrown into the wolf's den. Although the magicians around did not do anything, they all looked at her with burning eyes, and the culprit of all this even laughed out loud.

Seemingly aware of the witch beauty's resentful eyes, Di Jiaer trembled all over, and at this moment, a slightly hoarse voice came: "Stinky boy, don't come closer."

Although Xia Zuo, the president of the Magic Association, has white hair, he looks very energetic. The witch beauty thinks that the other party is in his early forties, but Dijiaer told him before that Xia Zuo is almost 90 years old.

While the witch beauty was secretly observing Xia Zuo, the other party was also watching him quietly. Xia Zuo had heard Di Jiaer mention this holy son of the Temple of Light before, and now he was a little curious when he saw it. After all, Di Jiaer's Xia Zuo knew his temperament, and he could make that guy with eyes higher than the top meet his eyes. Xia Zuo really wanted to know who this was.

While the two were looking at each other, the person next to Xia Zuo couldn't hold back. This person was wearing a dark purple dress, and he was the branch president of the Magic Association—Meera.

Not long ago, Meera was beaten up by Dijiaer. Not only was the skeleton of the dragon taken away, but she was also deeply investigated by the palace and the Temple of Light because of this incident.

Even the Magic Association didn't stand by him this time, so Meera, who was dissatisfied with Dijiaer's outstanding talent, completely hated the second prince of the empire after this incident.

This time at the banquet, Meera had a gloomy face ever since she saw Dijiaer appearing. The other party was so dazzling that Meera wanted him to fall from the sky so hard that she couldn't get up again.

But right now, he saw an opportunity, and when Dijiaer brought the holy son of the Temple of Light over, he had a plan in his mind.

The Temple of Light has been at odds with the Magic Association for a long time, and this dinner has made the Temple of Light even more popular. Meera knows that many magicians are holding their breath. Now that the opportunity is presented, he doesn't mind replacing it. No matter what the result is, it has nothing to do with you. It's all because Di Jiaer brought people here.

Thinking this way, when Xia Zuo stretched out his hand to call Dijiaer to his side, Meera suddenly attacked the witch beauty at the side. In his eyes, the holy son of the Temple of Light seemed to have no actual combat experience, at most he was just Knowing some light magic with no offensive power.

Once the Holy Son is injured, the Guangming Temple will definitely ask for an explanation. It is not good for the king to take sides at the banquet, so he can only shirk the responsibility to the arrogant Second Highness. Thinking of this, Meera raised the corners of her mouth proudly .

At the same time, Wu Meiren was secretly rubbing the wrist that Dijiaer had grabbed for a long time. This guy's claws had been catching him since he got off the horse. Fortunately, President Xia Zuo called him away. That's all. From the looks of it, it's time to thank the president of the Magic Association.

Just when Wu Meiren breathed a sigh of relief, a stream of light suddenly came towards her in front of her eyes, Wu Meiren's body subconsciously reacted, and barely avoided the attack of this stream of light by turning around.

The streamer shattered the hanging lamp on the stone pillar behind Wu Meiren, and with a few screams, the hanging lamp fell to the ground and turned into slag.

The witch beauty glanced at the remaining fire magic elements on the residue, then slowly raised her head, and fixed her eyes on the middle-aged magician beside Xia Zuo.

He could see that just now the other party obviously didn't simply want to give him an insult, but wanted to take the opportunity to provoke a conflict between the Temple of Light and the Magic Association.

What's more, the other party's attack is vicious, and the fire magic directly greets other people's faces, which doesn't seem like a pure and good person.

Sure enough, the next moment, the pot exploded at the Temple of Light, and Ben's loud voice could be heard in the crowd from a long distance away from the witch beauty. He turned around helplessly, and posed towards the Temple of Light. He waved his hand and said, "I'm fine."

"Too much deceit!" Ban walked towards the Magic Association with his staff in his hand. The other cardinals followed behind Ben. Anlam had given up persuading him, so he could only follow him.

"Meera." Xia Zuo glared fiercely at the magician beside him: "What are you doing?! Hurry up and apologize to His Royal Highness Son."

"President, I was just joking with His Royal Highness the Holy Son." Merapi glanced at the gloomy Dijiaer with a smile, and said with some regret: "Everyone knows that every Holy Son in the Temple of Light The talents are different from ordinary people, and I just want to see how strong this Holy Son is."

"That's right, president, the branch president of Mela just wanted to make a joke with His Royal Highness Son."

"We are all very curious about His Royal Highness, and we don't know how strong His Royal Highness is. Can you open our eyes?"

"That's right, it's okay if His Royal Highness Son doesn't want to take action. After all, Branch President Mela is a fire magician, and fire magic is more destructive than light magic."

"Then do you want to have a taste of thunder and fire magic?" Di Jiaer's face was gloomy, he slowly reached out and took off the half piece of gold-rimmed glasses on his right eye, and pulled the witch beauty behind him, Di Jiaer swept away The few people who spoke just now raised their chins: "You come one by one or together."

In an instant, no one dared to speak again.

"Jia...Second Highness, I appreciate your kindness." Wu Meiren reached out and patted Di Jiaer's shoulder in front of him, and he slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "It's just curiosity, to be honest, I also really want to see Take a look... the fire magic of this branch leader of Mera."

"What nonsense is he talking about?" Ben anxiously broke out in cold sweat, and he didn't care that he and An Lamu didn't like each other, so he tugged on the sleeve of the other party and said, "Quickly find a way to call him back, Holy Son He doesn't know light magic at all, so is he going to use ice magic to fight the opponent? God, a holy son who doesn't know light magic, I can't imagine how the Temple of Light will be ridiculed."

"What's the rush?" An Lamu pulled Ban's hand off his sleeve: "If Master Shengzi wins, it's a disgrace to the Magic Association, shouldn't you be happy?"

"But the premise is that he has to know the magic of light." Ban almost jumped up anxiously: "This game is over."

But the witch beauty who was being talked about by people still looked calm and breezy. His eyes flicked across the staff that Meera summoned at some point, and he reached out to unbutton a few wrist buttons. He took a few steps forward and tilted his head and said, "President Meera, I have fought against a water magician before. His magic elements are completely different from yours, but there is one thing that is exactly the same."

"Oh?"

"That's... your staffs are too restrictive for your hands and feet." Wu Meiren put away the expression on his face, he cast a cold glance at Meera and said, "I've made a move."