The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

On this day, William accompanied a caravan into the city of Bratis, the capital of the Kingdom of Swak in the north-central part of the fairy tale continent.

The Kingdom of Swak is an inland kingdom, surrounded by other countries on all sides. The terrain is high in the north and low in the south. The climate is pleasant. William walked along, only feeling the beautiful scenery, which made his somewhat impatient heart also peaceful. .

In addition, the biggest impression of the Kingdom of Swak on William was that it was a country with a lot of castles, and there were heavily guarded castles in almost every fief.

The smithy is more building than the castle.

The entire Swak Kingdom is full of bravery.

William was a bit strange at first, but then he realized that this was a country surrounded on all sides.

All results have a reason.

If the kingdom of Swak was not strong enough, then William would not see this country today.

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

After the caravan collectively paid the entrance fee, they followed the flow of people, smelled the stinking air, stepped on the yellow-brown muddy ground, and came to a hotel in the city that combines accommodation and food.

Mrs. Mike's hotel.

William didn't have a clear goal, so he followed the team all the time. He also came to the hotel with a big crack on the sign and climbing a wild vine.

Interestingly, not far to the right of the hotel, there is a group of people.

At the entrance of the hotel, a group of rascals hugged their hands in front of their chests and looked at the crowd of onlookers sarcastically.

The most conspicuous among them is a beard with a beard at the corner of his mouth, a blonde half as thick as William, and a full G cup...a ​​milf.

The leader of William’s caravan is a middle-aged, powerful red-haired man with a mustache and a weathered look. He obviously knew this milf, walked to her and said, "Good day, Mrs. Mac."

The mature woman turned around abruptly when she heard the words, and a strong body odor hit her face. She looked at the red-haired man, the leader of the caravan, and the smile on her face overflowed uncontrollably, and the urn sounded authentically, "Demaxis , 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 the same as before? I have prepared meat sauce soup for you. The fresh goods cooked the day before yesterday, come One bowl, see you are tired?"

The caravan leader Demaxis twitched his mouth, held back the feeling of suffocation, gave a dry laugh, and then asked, "That's not in a hurry."

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

"A poor guy, was accidentally hit to death by a respected nobleman riding a horse." Mrs. Mack lowered her voice, shrugged, and said plainly.

"So they surrounded the nobleman?" Demaxis asked with an incredulous tone of brows.

"For the nobles, we are all untouchables, we have no courage!"

"What's going on? Mrs. Mac, please tell me everything." Demaxis pleaded with his eyes rolling.

"Hehehe, because there is our respected Prince Liszt in the crowd." Mrs. Mac said with a playful look in her eyes.

"Oh, that's the case! It's no wonder..." Demaxis suddenly realized it and stopped talking.

William got interested. He walked out of the caravan and came to Demaxis and asked softly, "Sith, can you tell me what's going on?"

"Of course, Lord Charlemagne." William's words seemed to have magical power. Demaxis, who looked back, did not dare to underestimate the request of the distinguished guest, and explained to William in the most gentle and powerful tone he thought.

"There was a civilian here who was killed by a nobleman. It was a very common thing." Here, or on this continent, it is a very common thing for a nobleman to kill an ordinary civilian. Demaxis It's a habit.

"It's just that Prince Liszt seems to have stepped in."

"Oh, did this Prince Liszt killed the civilian?" William thought it was a prince who killed the civilian, and suddenly he didn't have much interest.

Demaxis shook his head flatly, "Master Charlemagne, I guess it's nothing to do with Prince Liszt."

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

"Compared with his two wise brothers, Prince Liszt is undoubtedly a very caring person, a very kind person, even if he treats ordinary people, he never stingy with his gentleness and kindness. He is absolutely not Will easily do things that hurt civilians." Demaxis praised the Prince Liszt so much that he was about to describe him as an angel in the world, and William would doubt his own moral integrity. .

Oh, he has no integrity, and no virginity.

In fact, what Demaxis said to William was all praise.

In the capital of Bratis, people, or those lofty aristocratic interest classes ~www.wuxiahere.com~ is this way to evaluate the prince-simple-minded, not talkative!

Behind them all called the Prince Liszt the "Prince of the Heartless Eyes".

This kind of appellation also spread to the people following the private words of the nobles.

I don't know since when, people began to call this Prince Liszt the prince with a lack of heart, even though many of the prince's actions were for their good.

But it's no use. Many civilians have become accustomed to calling this kind-hearted prince the prince with no eyes.

I have to say that this is an irony.

"I guess, it may be that a nobleman accidentally killed a civilian. It may have been seen by our kind prince, so be fair to him." Demaxis guessed carefully.

"If you really said it, this is really a rare nobleman." William said with some exclamation.

Few people have vested interests who betray their own interest class.

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 sullen face and a horseshoe-shaped depression on his chest. It seemed that he had been dead for a while.

Beside the dead boy, a dark-skinned, wrinkled middle-aged and old man, kneeling beside the boy, his face was blank and deep grief.

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

Next to the beautiful boy is a man dressed as a guard, and next to the middle-aged nobleman is a white tall horse, and next to the tall horse are several men dressed as entourage.

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