"I'm back."

So said Abel Scarner, the man whose name was called.

His Royal Highness, the eldest son of the young king, as the first in line to the throne of the country of mountains, naturally has incomparable majesty. Even if no one can really determine his identity, his innate calmness is evident in his gestures. What's more, this is the top of the mountains, the most sacred place among the peaks of the mountains - no scammer can afford to risk the scam being exposed!

And so—

Like a field of wheat weighed down by the wind, like a rolling wave, the soldiers gathered fell to their knees one by one, bowed their heads, and prayed to the sacred peaks with the ancient prayer: "May the peaks of the mountains bless you, Your Highness." ”

"The will of the mountains favors every one of her people." The young prince looked around at all the soldiers, then nodded slightly, "Raise your heads, Guardians of the Mountains—you are the defenders of the will of the Mountains, you are the defenders of the people of the Mountains, and you need not bow your noble heads to anyone. ”

The soldiers hesitated slightly at Abel's order.

- Do not look directly at the noble.

- Do not look directly at the Holy One.

This is a forbidden article written in the code of God and man at the end of the First Age, in that time of devastation. In the Holy Covenant, for the first time, the class barriers that had existed since the dawn of civilization were explicitly guaranteed by the law—and the supreme powers took the opportunity to hold the entire world in their hands by weaving a web of order, and to seize all that they could grasp.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Although Gable belonged to the sphere of influence of the old gods, he was not in the core area, and with his own strong national power, the influence of the Church of the Gods on them was relatively limited, so with only a slight hesitation, the soldiers at the bottom of the pyramid of power raised their bowed heads and looked directly at the highness standing in front of them, and directly at the second noble existence at the top of the mountains.

"Good." Feeling the recognition and admiration implied in his sight, the young prince felt a subtle sense of happiness in his heart - is this what power tastes like? He couldn't help but think, but almost as the thought came to him, Abel shook his head, categorically rejecting the inference he had just made: no—it was trust.

His Royal Highness the Prince, who was filled with a sense of recognition from the people, adjusted his mind with his breath without a trace, and while experiencing the invisible responsibility that must be borne on his shoulders, he expressed his will with unprecedented strength:

"Open the door—I'm going to tell my father, and all the ghosts—"

"I'm back!"

His Highness Abel said this, as if in response to his announcement, and the tall gates of the city, which had been sealed in the night, slowly opened, and the lights were lit layer by layer as if they were infected, until the light of the sky lit up the whole night.

- I'm back......

- I'm finally back alive......

Abel looked at this sacred city that seemed to have no night under the lights, and involuntarily rose up a feeling as if he was in a different world: in the past ten days, he has watched the death of people close to him, and he has experienced life and death tribulations several times, he is no longer the eldest son of the king who is ignorant of the world before, and he has guessed a little about the idea of his father who sits on the throne, maybe he would not fully agree with it before, but now......

He must approve of the prosperity and stability of the country, as well as from his own point of view.

His eyes subconsciously wandered around the convoy for a week, and he didn't find the figure that haunted him, Abel was a little lost, but at this time, he was no longer just Abel Scana, as the heir of the country of mountains, the next master of the mountains and peaks, he was not qualified to be nostalgic, let alone weak!

"Welcome back, Your Highness." I don't know when I got the news, the middle-aged knight who hurried in here bowed to him, the young prince knew him, his name was Ermin, he was a close confidant promoted by his father from the bottom, and he was the commander of the city guard of this high mountain city, "I have sent someone to inform Your Majesty of the good news of your return—who are these people behind you?" ”

"My friend," replied the eldest son of the king, looking at him, word for word, "and a friend from the top of the mountains." ”

"Really? I understand. The bearded, handsome-looking knight nodded, leaned sideways, and made a way out of the way, "—please." ”

It seems that he is in the know...... Yes, if he didn't know, the Elven Mission wouldn't have been able to bypass the city guards' inspection.

Abel suddenly stopped moving forward as he realized this.

"What's wrong? Your Highness. ”

The leader of the city guards, Sir Elmin, raised an eyebrow.

"No, nothing." The young prince shook his head: because of his arrival, the top of the mountains was now brightly lit, and the eyes of all the forces in the city were gathered here, and it was unknown what kind of attitude and thoughts the man on the throne had. He didn't quite know if it was right or wrong to go straight to the palace with the elven envoy at this time—but after much hesitation, he finally made a decision, "Sir, I'll go to your majesty now, and my friends will be taken care of by you." ”

"It's my pleasure." Emin bowed slightly.

"Then ......" Abel looked around again, trying to find the slender figure, but in the end he still found nothing, sighed imperceptibly, and carefully hid his loss from the nobles around him, "Sir, there is one more thing to bother you." ”

"Please." The middle-aged knight replied smoothly.

"Prepare a fast horse for me." Abel half-jokingly quipped, "I can't walk to my father's palace on just one leg." ”

"This is my mistake." Sir Ermin replied solemnly, waving a confidant and giving him a few words of advice, and after a short time, a handsome white horse with a silver-white mane was led before him, "Your Highness Abel, this is my ill-conceived apology, please accept her." ”

"Okay."

His Royal Highness the Prince did not shirk, although he did not mind the other party's inconsiderate thinking just now, but if he did not accept this gift, it was impossible to say what it meant to the other party. What's more, he really needs such a famous horse now, who can rush to his father's palace as quickly as possible.

"Goodbye, my ...... Friends. "Finally. The young prince seemed to want to say something, but in the end he only said goodbye - he stepped on the horse's back without hesitation, waved his whip without hesitation, and with the neighing of the horse's hooves, the white horse and the prince on the white horse finally disappeared to the end of the dust.

"Finally gone."

Stopping at the carriage at the city gate, Monia stared at the smoke that gradually subsided, showing a reassuring expression, and then silently moved her gaze away, staying on the female swordsman beside her, looking at Lahuana's face was not shocked, she opened her mouth, she also wanted to say something, but she also couldn't say anything, and finally could only let out a long sigh.

And the protagonist, who is at the center of the incident, has no idea about the mage's good intentions.

- The meaning is unknown.

- Rangers who have no experience in love thought.

There was no doubt that Abel was the biggest loser in this war without gunpowder - but at the moment, the biggest loser had no time to care about the gains and losses of the love scene, and he hurried through the hall illuminated by the dim candlelight, his head bowed, and his mind full of thoughts about the plans of the man he called father on the throne at the top of the mountains.

As Abel Skarna, he was first and foremost Gable's prince, and secondly...... It's a person.

The gains and losses of individuals are far less important than the rise or fall of a country.

Even if that person is the first heartbeat in his life for more than 20 years.

"Abel ......"

Just as he was immersed in rambling thoughts, a voice that had been baptized by the years, although not grandiose, but unexpectedly majestic sounded in the empty hall.

- It's the man.

Hearing this familiar voice, Gable's eldest son thought of it with disgust, and then walked to the center of the main hall, knelt down on one knee to the man shrouded in shadows, looked indifferently at the figure sitting in front of him, and said word by word in a voice so calm that there was almost no emotion:

"I'm back...... I guess you're going to have to give me a reason. ”

"My—Father."

PS: I'm not going to tell you that I'm going to have this chapter until one o'clock in the morning, and I'm not going to tell you...... Actually, I didn't control my unicorn arm for two nights last week...... Alas, the sins of youth are simply unspeakable.

Ps2: I'm going to be doing outfield activities lately, so try to catch another chapter...... It's a satellite, but let's try a little harder.

Ps3: This chapter is a bit small, and I'll fix it when I have time