"So you're Bédrick. Richard pointed to the big black man with shiny silver on his head, who was nodding busily.

"Then you are the attachés appointed by His Majesty. He turned his finger to the other two, and they were both affirmed.

"A typical combination of stubborn lords and traitors. The lord couldn't help but sigh.

Most kings have multiple heirs, so it is convenient for a moderate competition to choose an heir, and everyone will not be too outrageous. It is a pity that His Majesty Sagre is very maverick in this regard, and only has one child, Béderick.

In other words, when Sagre is eternal, the succession to the throne of Pompeii will be the thing in front of him—what a strong sign of the death of the country.

The two attachés hung their heads lower, as if they were looking for a pile of sand to bury their heads in, and it was better not to see the light of day for the rest of their lives. They are also young talents with heads and faces in the kingdom, and they will not mention it if they are embarrassed to do this kind of thing, and what is even worse is that they were broken and interrogated by the owner himself in person.

"Hey, have you seen them before?" Richard asked, turning again, to the bearded officer.

The bearded man was opening his mouth wide and his eyes glazed over, like a retarded man in the middle of dementia. It took a while to realize that someone was asking him, and his head shook like a rattle.

"No, isn't it true that His Highness Bédrik should have served in the Dragon's Claw a long time ago, how could you not have seen it. Richard felt like he had caught a flaw again.

"I've been nominally serving in Dragonclaw...... compared to the two attachés who didn't dare to lift their heads, and Béderick was much more open, his hair flowing with a flick, "but to be honest, this is my first time back at the station." ”

"Now that many noble children have learned to mix their qualifications in name, alas, the young people of the kingdom are really not as good as the generation. He is quite good at worrying about the country and the people, and when he said this, he didn't feel guilty at all, as if he didn't realize that he happened to be one of them.

"That's pretty much it. The bearded officer's face was full of words, and in the end he said nothing.

This tough guy with every inch of his body is filled with the word "fierce", but at the moment he is like a suffocating catfish, and he has to try his best to rise and fall in his chest to get a trace of precious air.

"Where do you get the confidence to talk about others?" Richard wondered, how could a gentle and old-fashioned man like His Majesty Sagre raise such a son.

is also a prince of a big country, relying on swagger to cheat in a civilian tavern, not to mention, and finally disgraced and thrown into his own army.

"I don't need to mix qualifications, that thing doesn't work for me. Bédrick spread his hands and looked very innocent, "I'm just messing around, and my purpose is very pure." ”

"Then why are you pretending to be me?" the lord crossed his waist, resisting the urge to blow the three of them up.

The two attachés looked at Berderick in unison, and the latter's face suddenly showed a little sadness, "Lord Richard, you may have a hard time understanding the heart of a Squib. ”

Squib is a term used in the world of magic to describe unfortunate people whose elemental talents are indistinguishable from Deadwood.

Everything in this world must have some elemental affinity, even if it is a leaf or a stone. Whether it is more or less for an intelligent life determines whether it is extremely talented or difficult to carve.

It should be pointed out that elemental cultivation has never been a narrow data pile-up.

There has never been a shortage of great wisdom in history who are clumsy in talent and rely on resources, hard work, and luck to turn the tables on the Jews. There is no shortage of so-called geniuses who are extremely talented, but they have achieved nothing by driving high and going low.

They use their own experiences to explain to those who come after them, that the starting point is only the starting point, and how far they can go depends on their personal practice.

- Except, though, for Squibs.

The most powerful squib in history only released a fleeting flame in the era when the elemental tides were surging.

Being a Squib means that magic and vindictiveness have since become unattainable, and even the Sacred Word Prayer cannot be counted on - after all, the Holy Word Prayer is only relatively small in its elemental dependence, not completely unnecessary.

"Are you a Squib?" the Lord and Sauron looked at each other and couldn't help but ask.

His Majesty Sagre himself has an obviously good elemental talent, and his son will be a Squib?

"Of course not, how could I be a Squib. Bédrick clutched his stomach and laughed.

Richard began to sting and grope for a concussion, but Béderick pulled him back with the next sentence.

"I'm not even as good as a Squib. ”

"His Highness himself has an excellent affinity for the elements, and he can absorb the free elements on his own without meditation. The mage attaché named Byrne cleared his throat and began to take the initiative to explain the content of professional magic, "But His Highness has a very special physique, and he will be harmed by these elements. Therefore, every week or so, it is necessary to specifically remove the elements accumulated in the body. ”

"And this disease?" said Richard and Sauron, looking at each other.

In general, all elemental users will resonate with their own elementals and avoid damage, such as mages who never have to worry about their fireballs. Bedric's problem may lie in the inability to resonate, which means that the magic of vindictive energy is not with him, and it is better to be a squib than a squib.

"Judging from the records, this was not the case when His Highness was young, but only after a high fever when he was four years old. Byrne whispered, "But the exact cause has not yet been clarified." ”

"Do you know how much it hurts to remove the elements?" Bédrick clutched his chest and made an exaggerated cry, "It's almost like sticking a bamboo stick in your toenail and kicking it against the wall with all your might, and once a week." ”

"Hiss~" From the false description, the lord felt the real pain, and the ten toes in the shoe suddenly clenched together.

But he felt that Bédrick was not so ridiculous.

People are not machines, and long-term suffering will inevitably have a profound impact on the personality, generally speaking, they will either sink into it and become more and more perverted and have no bottom line, or they will be cynical and don't care about anything.

The latter is hundreds of times stronger than the former, especially for a core member of the royal family who is likely to inherit the throne.

"So, Lord Richard, it makes my heart flutter to hear that you can conquer thousands of armies with sheer physical strength. Bederick suddenly laughed, two rows of teeth dazzlingly white, "My dream has come true in you, honestly, very jealous." ”

"So you're going to pretend to be yourself and have a good time?"

"That's right. ”

The lord took the initiative to pat Bederick on the shoulder, "Welcome to Alpine Castle in the future." ”