The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

On this day, William followed a caravan and entered the city of Bratis, the capital of the Svak Kingdom, a kingdom in the north-central part of the fairy tale continent.

The Svakian kingdom is an inland kingdom, surrounded by other countries on all sides. The terrain is high in the north and low in the south, and the climate is pleasant. William walked all the way, only feeling the beautiful scenery, which calmed his impatient heart .

In addition, the biggest impression William had on the Svakian Kingdom was that it was a country with a lot of castles, and almost every fief had a heavily guarded castle.

And the smithy is more buildings than castles.

The entire Svakian kingdom is full of bravery.

William was a little strange at first, but then he realized that this is a country surrounded by four sides.

All results happen for a reason.

If the Kingdom of Swaziland had not been strong enough, William would not have seen the country today.

The capital, Bratis, is a city full of classical architectural styles. The advantage is that it is huge in scale and majestic in shape, but the disadvantage is that it is too rough.

After the caravan collectively paid the entrance fee, they followed the flow of people, smelling the foul-smelling air, and stepping on the yellowish-brown dirt floor, to a hotel that combined food and lodging in the city.

Mrs. Mac's Hotel.

William didn't have a clear goal, so he followed the team all the time, and came to the hotel with a big crack in the signboard and a wild vine climbing it.

Interestingly, not far from the right side of the hotel, there was a group of people around.

At the door of the hotel, a group of idlers and rascals folded their hands on their chests and looked at the crowd with sarcasm.

The most conspicuous of them was a bearded man with a body half as thick as a William and a full G-cup blond hair...a milf.

The leader of the caravan where William is now is a middle-aged man with strong red hair and a mustache. He obviously knows this mature woman. He walked up to her and said, "Good day, Mrs. Mac."

The mature woman turned around abruptly when she heard the words, and a strong body odor came over her face. She looked at the red-haired man, the leader of the caravan, and the smile on her face overflowed uncontrollably. She said in a deep voice, "Demasis , I am so happy to see you, I smell the sweet smell of copper coins again, I have been waiting for you for a long time, is it still the same as before? I have prepared bolognese soup for you, fresh stuff cooked the day before yesterday, come Have a bowl, see how tired you are?"

The caravan leader Demasis twitched his mouth, resisted the feeling of suffocation, laughed dryly, and asked, "That's not in a hurry."

He gestured towards the crowd of onlookers with his eyes, and asked, "Can you tell me what happened?"

"A poor fellow, he was accidentally run over to death by a respectable nobleman." Mrs. Mac lowered her voice, shrugged, and said with a normal face.

"So they surrounded that nobleman?" Demasis frowned and asked in an unbelievable tone.

"To the nobles, we are all pariahs, we have no courage!"

"What's going on? Mrs. Mac, please tell me everything." Demasis asked as he rolled his eyes.

"Hey hey, because there is our respected Prince Liszt in the crowd." Mrs. Mac said with a half-smile, with playful eyes.

"Oh, so that's the case! No wonder..." Demasis looked suddenly enlightened, and stopped talking.

However, William became interested, walked out of the caravan and came to Demasis, and asked softly, "Sis, can you tell me what's going on?"

"Of course, Lord Charlemagne." There seemed to be magic in William's words, and Demasis, who turned his head, did not dare to underestimate the request of this distinguished guest, and explained to William in the most gentle and powerful voice he thought.

"It was a very common thing for a commoner here to be killed by a nobleman." Here, or on this continent, it is very common for a nobleman to kill an ordinary commoner. Demasis It's the usual way.

"It's just that Prince Liszt seems to be involved."

"Oh, did this Prince Liszt kill this commoner?" William thought it was a prince who killed a commoner, so he lost much interest immediately.

Demasis shook his head resolutely, "Master Charlemagne, I guess it has nothing to do with Prince Liszt."

"Prince Liszt is the third son of King Frederick, and he has two older brothers before him."

"Compared with his two wise elder brothers, Prince Liszt is undoubtedly a very caring person and a very kind person. Even if he treats civilians, he never stingy with his tenderness and kindness. He is absolutely not He would easily do things that would harm civilians." Demasis praised the Prince Liszt so much that he was about to describe him as an angel in the world, which made William doubt his own moral integrity. .

Oh, he has no morals, and no chastity.

In fact, what Demasis said to William were all compliments.

In Bratis, the capital, people, or those aristocratic interest classes, commented on this prince in this way-simple-minded, not talkative!

They all called Prince Liszt behind their backs the "Prince of Heartlessness".

This title also spread to the people along with the private words of the nobles.

I don't know when, the people began to secretly call this Prince Liszt a heartless prince, even though many of the prince's actions were for their benefit.

But it's useless, many common people are used to calling this kind prince a heartless prince.

Have to say, this is an irony.

"I guess, maybe a nobleman accidentally killed a commoner, and our kind prince may have seen it, so let's do justice for him." Demasis guessed cautiously.

"If it's what you said, this is really a rare nobleman." William said with a bit of exclamation.

Few people have vested interests who betray their own interests.

William pondered for a moment, squeezed into the crowd of onlookers, and saw the scene.

A scruffy little boy wearing only a small trouser pocket was lying on the ground with a livid face. There was a horseshoe-shaped depression on his chest. It seemed that he had been dead for a while.

Beside the dead little boy, a middle-aged and elderly man with dark skin and wrinkled kneeling beside the little boy, his face was blank and deeply sad.

A handsome young man in luxurious clothes, with a handsome face and long brown hair, was glaring at a well-dressed middle-aged nobleman with a small mustache in front of him.

Next to the beautiful boy was a man dressed as a guard, and next to the middle-aged nobleman was a tall white horse, and next to the tall horse were several men dressed as entourages.

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