Chapter 241: Betrayal in disguise
"No!" Parson held his big round head in both hands, "Please take back your order, Your Highness Princess, she is still a child!" β
"All the dolls are children." Ilea shrugged, "There's no reason your granddaughter is exceptional. β
"Yes, Sir Parson." The dying Sethra smiled resolutely, "Your idea is to ask the princess to use children to make zuΓ² dolls, let your beloved granddaughter try it too, maybe Her Royal Highness the princess has fallen in love with your granddaughter, and will stop experimenting with other children in Crescent City, and use her life alone to save the children of the city, and you will become a great benefactor of Crescent City." Serthra laughed loudly and calmly.
"You heard him, go and bring your granddaughter." Ilia stepped down from the throne, "I'm tired of talking to you, bring my new friend in, I'm going to play with him." Parson shook and obediently withdrew, and two guards brought in a little boy.
"Good, they changed you into clothes that don't stink so much." Ilea looked at the boy, who was only eleven or twelve years old, and looked quite smart, his brown curls and big flashing eyes reminded the princess of the lemon she had seen in the hermit's village, and I don't know if he still remembered me. Illya's attention quickly turned to the question of leaving the boy alive: "You said you have a friend with wings, and I have sent someone to arrest him, now tell me what interesting games you all played." β
"Catch, catch him?" The boy Maureen looked at Ilia in surprise, "But he didn't do anything bad." β
"I've always been used to catching things with wings and playing with them." Ilia pouted, cute, "I want him to have the strength to fly with me, so I can light fireworks in the sky." You know, my last car was a batman, his wings were only a thin layer of fascia, and he couldn't fly that high, and in the end, I had to roast his wings into jerky and eat them, which tasted good, but unfortunately salty, and the nutmeg in the castle kitchen was stolen by the hated cooks, for which I punished them severely. β
"Oh, what a pity." Maureen shuddered and echoed. He thought he had been taken from the mouth of the cave to do hard labor or to be sold into slavery in the free city-states, but it turned out to be worse than thatβworking as a squire at the side of the perverted little princess.
"Is your friend a Harpy Bird?" Illya suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "I heard they can carry people on their backs!" Then he turned his joy into disgust, "But if you call him 'he', it means that he is not a Harpy Bird." β
"Why?" Maureen asked. Despite his fear of Elija, he was curious.
"Because the hapi birds are all women," said Ileya, who went to the window and flapped her hands on the windowsill, "they lay eggs all day long, and when they open one, it is a woman, and when they open another, it is a woman, and then they die of anger; Then their daughters began to lay eggs again, until they were also angry, and they lived like this for the rest of their lives. Before she could finish speaking, Ilia was already laughing breathlessly.
"My friend is a man." "His wings can fly high into the sky on me until I run out of breath." β
"Really? Then I don't have to cook his wings. Ilia said happily, but as soon as she turned her face, her tone became stern again, "If you dare to lie to me-" Merlin stepped back cautiously, he knew that as long as he didn't do anything to Iliya, his magic would always be effective, and sure enough, the princess saw that he lowered her eyebrows and returned to her gentleness just now, "Well, if you hadn't lied to me, I think I'd still be willing to continue chatting with you." β
"As long as you don't eat barbecue tendons." Maureen noted.
The princess giggled at him, and she stretched out her right hand and motioned for the boy to hold her, "It's been a long time since I've met someone as interesting as you, and you know, the people around me have always been annoying, either the self-righteous adults and the stupid and crying ignorant children, what do they know, in front of me they are nothing more than obedient to orders, and they can't say anything interesting at all." β
"Because you are a princess, Your Highness, no one dares to disobey your will." Morin stared at the other "Kima" who was picked up by the attendant, and his body involuntarily stepped back.
"It's that they're stupid." Illya noticed Merlin's expression and looked at the newly made doll, then furrowed her beautiful eyebrows and stamped her feet and exclaimed, "Look, they've messed up my Kima again!" Guards Guards! Kill the puppet craftsman for me! Go to Neverwinter and get my Weimar, she'll do it! Just go! β
"Never, Neverwinter?" "It's the northernmost part of the world." β
"Stupid, that's my home, how can it be so north, Neverwinter is beautiful, full of flowers and mills, the snow-white fans of the windmill stir the bellows in the mill, it sounds like the roar of a dragon, I live in the palace with my father and mother, and often go out to collect flowers and butterflies, and my good Weima, she looks for the most beautiful dolls and dolls in the world for me!"
"Then why did you come to Crescent City? What about your parents and Weima? Merlin asked boldly.
"Do you want to hear it?" Illya's face changed, and she stared at the boy with a straight face.
"I don't want to." Sensible answer.
"Very well," said the princess, recovering her joy, "for if you choose to hear my story, I will have to have your tongue cut out, so that no one can find out my secrets from you." β
Maureen gasped in fright, and almost bit off the tongue he had just saved.
"Well," Ilia sighed, "I don't know if they can find Weimar, but I've already sent more than twenty guards." β
"As long as you know she's still in Neverwinter, my friend Raun can help you." "His wings are big and strong, and they can take you to the highest peaks in the blink of an eye." β
"Oh, that's great!" The princess patted her chubby little hands and smiled, "I'm going to find Weima, as long as I find her, she can help me restore Kima, and I don't have to sleep with a stinky doll anymore!" β
Two bloodied guards pushed a tall, thin young man, pale and withered, like an apple that had fallen to the ground, crumpled and listless, and what was even more strange was that he looked hunched over and shrouded in black robes, like a young goat.
"Your Highness Princess, we have captured this thing." The tall guard said, with an accent of unknown origin, and the tail part was extremely heavy, like drinking strong Langdu wine. "This guy is very difficult to fight, and we almost died."
Ilea stepped forward to look at the captured young man, only to realize that he was not a hunchback, but a pair of large plump wings!
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