If the legend is true, Clio is in the prime of life, tall and powerful, and he is more of a warrior than a king than a prince of his own. Coming to Creon (meaning "man like father") could not have frightened such a king except for powerful magic.

Damage transfer, this kind of powerful magic is also rare in the entire continent of Olops. Vanessa had heard of this magic when she was very young, and she didn't think it was so powerful at the time that she realized it was terrible until she felt the loss of a life herself.

According to Brandt, Creon discovered his magic during a hunt at the age of fourteen, and like all magic, hidden magic must be triggered by a special event before it can be discovered. At that time, a wounded and undead boar rushed towards Creon, and he was surrounded by many attendants, but he still could not escape the wild boar's crazy thrust, and the wild boar used its sharp fangs to knock over the prince who was about to flee on his horse, and roared and trampled back and forth on him, and by the time the guards subdued the boar, Creon was already covered in wounds and dying.

The Prince's chief guard knelt beside him at a loss, but was grabbed by the hair by Creon, who suddenly opened his eyes, and the prince's hand pressed on the top of the head of the guard, and the injuries on his body were transferred to him continuously, and finally, the poor man fell to the ground wailing and died.

Vanessa has reason to believe that since then, the Silver King has strengthened the defenses of the Temple of Dionysus.

However, he was unable to stop Creon from murdering his wife, Queen Onia.

Vanessa couldn't help but wonder, Creon's magic was so powerful, so what was the magic of the Silver King and Brant? Creon hated and feared Brandt, and the Silver King had the same feelings for Creon, and it seemed that the three of them were interdependent and restrained from each other, and neither could help the other in the balance of this strange circle.

The rain stopped, and a first quarter moon appeared in the sky.

The princess held her breath as she passed the drawbridge leading to the Inner Castle, a city within a city, with its towering dome pale as a fishbone piercing the sky, surrounded by a deep moat, the water of which came from the most turbulent section of the Mead River, and the sound of the water was incessant, like the roar of a giant beast, and the riverbed was full of spikes and shimmered in the moonlight.

Be careful, Vanessa admonished herself, the Silver King was thin-skinned and had a sharp tongue, and he knew what he was like by looking at Creon. Now I have a request for others, and I must not offend his self-esteem.

If I could, I would sing sweet words like a singer.

After all, as a beggar princess, I have nothing I can't let go.

Vanessa walked into the castle with Creon, looking at the statues and alcoves overhead, not too interested in the decorative objects, Vanessa cared about the man with the golden crown on the Iron Throne at the end of the lamp.

The Silver King was dressed in a sumptuous white wolfskin robe, which was covered from chin to toe, which made him look even more majestic than Vanessa had imagined. Clio was nearly fifty years old, but he was as strong as an ox, with a stiff skeleton, and the sharp blade of time had carved deep lines on his face, and his round, shiny bald head made him even more vicious. Unlike the handsome looks of the two sons, Cleo is mediocre in appearance, with small, dark, and suspicious eyes, and it seems that the princes' mother has left most of their dominant genes in them.

The construction of such a royal palace by such a person is by no means unexpected.

The Silver King heard footsteps on the stone steps and looked up at his late-night visitors.

"陛xià." Vanessa performed a standard court ceremony.

The Silver King's eyes jumped, and he stretched out his hand to signal the princess to flatten, "Please, you are much more beautiful than the portrait." I'm sorry to summon you late at night, but I do have something very important. ”

"Please also forgive Vanessa for being uninvited," Portrait? Vanessa didn't have time to think about it, and looked up to meet the Silver King's gaze, "The current situation has forced me to choose to hide in the Land of Wine Valley. ”

Clio waved his hand, indicating that it didn't matter, "I think Creon has already told you what happened in your country, so I don't have to repeat it." He reached out and handed over a roll of parchment, "This is a letter from the Lord of Neverwinter, hoping to welcome you home." ”

What the? How did he know I was here? Vanessa couldn't believe her ears, she took the scroll and looked at it, it was indeed as Clio said, hoping to welcome Princess Vanessa back to the country of Midsummer to succeed to the throne, next to her with magic ink to draw her current image, not very clear, but the portrait will move, from all different angles, that is herself, and there is the seal of General Koman underneath.

"My whereabouts have been kept secret, and no one knows that I am in the Land of Wine Valley at this moment, except for those closest to me." Vanessa glanced at Creon, deliberately adjusting her gaze to obsession, then turned to the Silver King and said, "This must be a new trick played by Corman, and if I go back, he will surely do me harm, just as he murdered my mother." ”

"So we must make sure that you are absolutely safe, my princess," the Silver King's small eyes flashed, and from the first moment she saw him, the princess noticed the greed in his eyes that she had expected, "If you still have memories of the past, I think you have an unfulfilled marriage with us in the Land of Wine Valley." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." It's good that he didn't mention who I was engaged to. But I'm going to mention it. Vanessa looked at Prince Creon and said sweetly, "I have always remembered this oath, so I came to the Land of Wine Valley to seek help. ”

Creon shook off Vanessa's gaze and glared at his father angrily, looking unwilling.

Sure enough, as soon as they heard that the future heir of the Midsummer Country was in their hands, the father and son invariably moved their minds.

The seeds of the rift have been planted, and I will watch it take root among you

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