The Missing Hat of the Black Mage and the White Prince

Fars yawned and looked at the beautiful moon in the dark blue sky.The bright moonlight fell on the water-drenched blades of grass, making them glisten.

He could hear nocturnal animals in flight, and he could see their slinking shapes in the grass.

He was holding an oil lamp in his hand, and the dim light could only illuminate a small area in the extreme darkness.

The hem of the black robe swept silently over the blades of grass like a shadow, and the moonlight did not reach his face with the hat on his head.

There is a dilapidated house on the bank of the river, the scale of the past can be vaguely seen, it is probably a noble mansion of a certain period.Those people have long since returned to dust, but the house still stands, and its solid structure can be seen in the night.

Fars knocked lightly on the backyard door, and after a while, the door opened.

The door was answered by an ordinary-looking man with squinted brown eyes, looking unfriendly.

"Night traveler, we have no place for you to spend the night," said the man, gesturing to his companions inside.

On a night like this, in a place like this, no one would treat the guy in the black robe as a passerby.

Fars pulled down his hat and said to the man, "I'm here to find Geer, please tell him that Fars is looking for him."

The brown-eyed man hesitated for a while, then turned and ran in. Two other burly men took his place.

Fars did not enter the door, he stood quietly by the pillar, the shadow completely enveloped him, only the oil lamp gave off a faint light.

After a while, the brown-eyed man came back, opened the door a little, and bowed to Fars. "Dear mage, our leader invites you to enter, and extend our highest respect and welcome."

Nodding, Fals followed the brown-eyed man into the yard with the oil lamp in hand. The door behind him was closed immediately, and the moonlight was still bright.

The courtyard is more dilapidated than the exterior of the building, and some houses inside have also collapsed. The garden in the atrium is even covered with weeds taller than a person. The marble on the steps is all broken, and grass grows from the cracks in the stone. A dense clump.

The brown-eyed man stopped at the end of the corridor with Fars and opened the door for him. "My lord, our leader is inside."

Fars walked into the room, his black robe not fluttering at all.The brown-eyed man shrugged. He didn't expect a mage to say some kind words to him. After all, the proud race was different from ordinary people.

He closed the door tactfully, and was about to go back to stand guard, but when he walked to the atrium, he suddenly remembered that the name Fars was so familiar... Ah, like the black-robed godfather mentioned by those ostentatious bards Is it Fars?However, the sorcerer just now didn't look like the legendary black-robed godfather.

Because he is too young.

The room where Fars is located is the most abrupt in this mansion. It is extremely comfortable and luxurious, and he must enjoy living here.

The floor is covered with the best carpet in Loren Kingdom, and the furniture is of a style and material that can only be used by the royal family. The hanging curtains and the big bed in the corner indicate that this is a bedroom.

Fars frowned and sat down on the chair beside the table without saying anything.Although the master hasn't spoken yet, he will never stand if he can sit. This principle has always been followed by him.

Across from him sat a young red-haired man with beautiful dark red eyes that gleamed at the table.

There was a pile of gold, silver and jewels on the table, which shone seductively under the light, and even Fars was deeply attracted, thinking in his heart, if this man is killed now, then he will have these wealth── and the notoriety that comes with it.But today he didn't come here for that, so he suppressed the throbbing in his heart.

The room was quiet, and the two men stared at the pile of jewels in front of them with the eyes of peerless beauties.

Suddenly, the man opposite Fars said, "You know what? Actually, I don't want to kill people. If you are here, the beautiful jewels don't need to be stained with blood."

"I always thought you were a greedy person," Fals said, "now I'm more sure." Although I and this man are not the same, wealth is never too much.

"I never deny it." Geer smiled happily, and his smile was still innocent.To survive in this land means to hide your true heart, even to your friends.

"Where are the medicinal materials I want?" Fals asked softly, knowing that Geer was appraising the pile of jewels.Although it's not polite to disturb him like this, it's better to remind him.

"Oh, medicinal materials, yes." Geer stood up and walked to the cabinet, took out a small box from it, and said as he walked over, "You are really well-informed, do you have your eyeliner everywhere?"

Staring at the box, Fars showed a cold smile. "No, my dear, the kingdom of death doesn't have my eyeliner." Compared with those valuable jewels, the things in Geer's hands now are the priceless treasures he really wants.

"I don't think so." Geer laughed again, sat back to his original position, pushed the jewels aside, and placed the box in the middle of the table, with the opening of the lid facing Fars. "You know what it is, the petals of the dragon girl flower grown from the breath of the dragon." Geer said softly, "is it beautiful? I know you want it very much."

Around the box are inlaid precious stones of various charms, which make the box a perfect enchantment and keep the petals fresh.

"I originally planned to start on the Dry Bones Plain, but I didn't wait for that team," Fals stared at the two soft petals, "Geor, you are one step ahead of me."

"I am the leader of the thieves group, dear godfather in black robe, I need to support a large group of people, so I am destined to be a greedy person." Geer laughed, his dark red eyes narrowed, "So I must Quick, although what I want is not this, but something else, but since I saw it, there is no reason not to take it.”

Fars sighed softly.He had spotted this box of petals a long time ago. It was a well-known mercenary group that transported this box of petals and treasures. He originally planned to rob them in the Dry Bones Plain, but he didn't expect that team to be robbed as soon as they left the city.

No one knew who did it, and it took him a week to find out that it was the big thief Geer who did it.

Dealing with people like Geer, Fals is a bit of a headache, because he can't be killed.What Geer represents is a profession called "thieves". Others must learn to deal with them before they can find valuable things in the stolen goods they robbed; So even a mage like Fars would not easily attack Geer.

"Tell me about your price." Fars said disdainfully.That thing originally belonged to him, but now he has to buy it from someone else, do you think his money was also stolen? !

"Five thousand gold coins, even one less." Geer replied with a smile.

"You might as well grab it!" He couldn't help but glared at him.

Gale shrugged. "Please maintain your demeanor, dear mage, you can go to other places to ask for the price...Of course, people in my business are robbing money, do you have to be serious about making money?"

Falsh rose abruptly from his chair and circled the room with folded arms, indicating that he was in a state of agitation.At last he stood in front of Geer and looked up at him with pitiful eyes. "God of darkness, please pity me, an old man, three thousand gold coins, I only have so much..."

Geer knew that Fars didn't have much money, otherwise he wouldn't be ready to rob like him, but he still couldn't help laughing seeing the man in front of him put on such a pitiful look.

It seems that everyone thinks that the terrible black-robed mage Fars is an old man with a beard mopping the floor, and no one will believe that Fars actually looks like this.

A dark-haired young man who looks to be only 21 or [-] years old, maybe even younger.The skin is too fair, and it looks even paler under the candlelight, almost bloodless, showing a strange charm under the black robe.

What is particularly noticeable is the pair of black eyes—at least before this, Geer has never seen such black eyes, so pure and dark, as if containing the darkness from ancient times, but they are so beautiful that they can take people away breath.

"Can you?" Fars continued to plead.

A mage who doesn't care about his image in order to achieve his goal── Geer commented without hesitation, and then said in a more regretful voice: "No."

"God of darkness, you are so stingy, generosity is not just a virtue of the Illuminati!" Fars immediately changed his face, "You have already got all the treasures of that batch, so don't be stingy with two petals?!"

"It's the petals of the Dragon Girl Flower." Geer corrected, "Okay, Fars, it's still early, you can think about it slowly, you know, there are many buyers, and I still have things to do."

"What's the matter?" Fals asked, "Are you in a hurry?"

"Yes, I have to conquer a beautiful child," said Gall quickly.

"...I didn't know you were interested in this." Fars raised the corner of his mouth, "Is he a beautiful child?"

Geer glanced at him and nodded happily. "It's a kid from a team that passed by today. He has beautiful blond hair and eyes as blue as the ocean..."

"Where's that team?" Fars raised his eyebrows.

"It's gone, I only leave that child and a few men behind." Geer shrugged and turned around again, "I like that child very much. As for the other men staying here to do odd jobs, it's not bad. The world has trapped them."

"Dark enchantment? Great work, Geer," Fals teased mockingly, "Is it too exaggerated?"

Geer was already at the door. "No way, Fars, there is a nice knight, he looks a little strange, and that kid... I mean, he seems to hate me a little bit, if I kill those people... the God of Darkness , I suspect he might commit suicide."

"Oh..." Fars nodded. "It sounds good when someone you like doesn't like you."

"Perhaps the dragon's tone is better than yours!" Geer turned to stare at him viciously, then slammed the door and walked out.

Maybe it wasn't that Geer wanted himself to think about the price, but that he couldn't wait to see the kid.

As Fars thought, he turned his head to look at the treasures and dragon girl petals piled up on the table.Now, he can get them even without magic, but for the sake of future cooperation, he still doesn't move.

Five thousand gold coins... He has to save it for a year!Fals became angry again at the thought of this.Geer is really annoying. His treasure was stolen, so he thought it was someone else's?

While thinking, he opened the door in frustration. In the quiet yard, there was a sense of tranquility and desolation.

Stretching, an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

If...if I can make Geer get what he wants, that is, let him get that beautiful child, then...maybe he can give himself a cheaper price.

In fact, Fars's family property is not thin, after all, he is the godfather of black robes, but like most rich people, money is easy to take in and difficult to hand over, it is like drawing his blood.

With this in mind, Fars even felt that maybe Geer would just give it away for free in order to thank him.

Thinking of this, he immediately took out a small medicine bottle from his sleeve, it was a bottle of aphrodisiac.

People who have used it can always tell its benefits. Although Fars just made it and never used it, since others praised it with a tone of admiration for God, he thought it might be a good thing.

With a certain idea, he walked to the other side of the corridor.He had been here in the spring, so he was familiar with the place.

Holding the oil lamp in his hand, he walked around the corridor, walked to the other side of the building, and moved towards a certain room with ease.

But at the next moment, a cold and hard object touched his neck, he was stunned, and then he was pressed against the white pillar next to him by a huge force, and at the same time, there was a very threatening voice in his ear ring up.

"Keep quiet."

God of Darkness, it has been many years since anyone has acted so disrespectfully towards him, and with his ability, he shouldn't be unaware that something is approaching, Fars couldn't help frowning.

In the moonlight, he could see the man's appearance.

Messy blond hair covered the forehead, under the hair was a pair of blue eyes, those blue eyes were extremely clear, and it was easy to think of a clear sky in the gloomy present.

The other party also looked surprised. In such a dangerous den of thieves, it is not easy to meet such a young and powerless man.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, a beautiful and childish face... This is clearly Geer's favorite person.

Fars felt cold from head to toe, and the other party's pure breath with the blessing of the Holy See made him very uncomfortable.

The two of them didn't speak for a while, they just looked at each other, and finally the man lowered his voice and said, "What is this place?"

"A makeshift lair for stingy thieves," Fals replied honestly.

"What happened just now?" The man continued to ask, with unconcealable anxiety in his voice, and the blade moved a little closer to Fars' neck.

"...How do I know, I just came here." Fars said innocently, leaning against the pillar with no way out.

Even if those blue eyes were a hundred times purer, they could still see the killing intent and bloody aura gushing out of them.

This is a person who has killed someone before, and he definitely doesn't mind killing another...

However, Fars is the godfather of the black robe after all, and black magic has become a part of his body, so he doesn't have to worry at all.

He quickly and silently recited the spell, feeling the surge of black magic particles around him, rushing towards the blond young man with a familiar aura, this spell could make him faint immediately──

But in the end, nothing happened!

There is nothing more strange than this. Since Fars mastered black magic, he has never failed. Now this kind of thing happened to him? !

He stared blankly at the blond young man. His expression must be full of doubts, but he didn't want to hide it at all.

"Excuse me, what did you just say?" the blond young man asked again.

It wasn't until he asked the second time that Fars realized. "You... what do you want to know?"

"Who is the owner here?"

"It's Geer, have you heard of it?" Fars stood still for a while, and looked carefully at the person in front of him.

The blond young man was stunned. "Geor..."

"I... I'm just here too," after the assessment, he showed a timid expression, "Um... can I go?" As he spoke, he began to move to the side, deciding to slip away first.

"Please wait!" The other party put away the long sword and grabbed Fars' arm, "Can you do me a favor?"

"W-what?!" Fars turned his head in shock.

"Can you lead me to Gale?"

Fars looked around. "what you up to?"

"Kill him," said the other briefly, "and get the others out."

Therefore, knights and mages are not of the same race at all, and they will never understand each other.

The young man murderously decided to single out Geer, a famous thief from the Yag continent. This was something the mage never dreamed of, but those knights took it for granted. Of course, maybe it was because they had no brains.

"This..." Scratching his head, Fals suddenly saw the unique cloak button on the young man's chest, and he was taken aback before saying, "...Then, okay."

He bent down to pick up the dropped oil lamp, and said softly to the knight, "Please follow me."

"Um, well, I'm Elaine," said the man hurriedly, following him.

Even though Fars was carrying an oil lamp, the darkness in the corridor still enveloped the two of them at once.