The prince of the valley, Creon, watched the two squires light the fireplace with magic, and took off the clothes he had just changed, as if something was wrong today, he stared at the blue flame without temperature for a long time, and found that he was actually thinking about a woman, this is not right, he had only seen her once, and it was in the crook of his brother's arm.

Creon absentmindedly picked out a pair of short, hard-toed leather boots, and immediately realized that they were the ones he wore when he went out hunting, and then changed to a pair of flexible black leather boots, which were better.

Damn it. Creon thought hatefully. Brant the bastard doesn't deserve such a beautiful woman!

Just then his guards walked in and reported that the royal ball would begin in ten minutes.

Creon glanced at the guard, and the boy's already pale face instantly lost all blood, "I didn't see your sister in the dormitory, I thought she was naked and lying on the bed waiting for us." He stared at the boy, his cold eyes flashing with murderous aura.

Brandt had introduced the boy named Florian to himself a few months earlier, and it was interesting at first, but after a few plays, Creon grew tired of his vulgarity and ignorance. When he learns that Castina is Florian's sister, he finds interest in Castina again. The prince gives the arrogant boy a vivid torture lesson, which not only destroys his petty aristocratic arrogance, but also successfully persuades Castina to find out her whereabouts. So Creon sent Brandt to arrest the girl, and in the name of saving her.

I know how to make use of everyone around me. Creon thought smugly. Especially his own mongrel brother. He pretends to be a noble character, and every day he puts on that stinky face that has no quarrel with the world, hum, I can deceive others and can't fool me, I know he will fight with me, he has been fighting with me! As long as he's alive, he's the biggest threat to me!

"You know my temper, I have to get what I want, and even if I can't get it, I have to destroy it!" Creon's fists clenched.

The boy shrank in fright, "I, I have told you everything I know, Your Highness, I have not hidden it from you. ”

"Of course I know that," Creon instantly changed into a smile, and put one hand on the boy's waist inadvertently, "I'll reward you, and we'll start when your sister arrives." "Kastina wasn't the first woman to run away from her, but she would definitely be the first to suffer from all the torture instruments in the basement.

Thinking of this, Creon slapped the boy's ass with a smile: "Now, bring me that velvet dress, the ball is about to begin." Brandt did not bring back Castina, but brought back a more beautiful beauty, which was a little compensation for his fragile feelings, and the prince had to groom himself carefully to make the best first impression of the unknown beauty.

In a few moments, the prince was dressed in a new way: silver-gray wool trousers, a black swan tunic embroidered with a golden wine glass of the Temple of Dionysus on his chest, and a string of thin gold chains around his neck, and a long sword with a short knife and a black and gold scabbard, Creon spun around in front of the mirror, nodded with satisfaction, believing that he was the most handsome boy at the banquet, and finally took out a pair of black silk gloves decorated with gold thread roses and put them on his hands, and then turned and left the room, and walked towards the banquet hall

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