"Is that all right?" said Felder, rubbing his somewhat sore neck.

The fireworks had lasted for a few minutes before they had ended, and the night sky had returned to its original appearance like a black curtain that had been wiped away.

"All we can do now is wait here. Leslie sat cross-legged on the ground after speaking, and Vane and the others also sat down and gathered around him.

"That was more than a decade ago, and when Randy was born, I was still the head of the Casari Knights. Leslie whispered, looking at the night sky in the distance and seeming to fall into memory.

"His Majesty the King is old and has a son, and naturally he is very fond of his youngest son. Over the next few years, as Randy grew up, he showed a very strong interest in swordsmanship. His Majesty ordered Randy to forge a short sword for him on his fourth birthday, and appointed me to teach him swordsmanship. ”

"Randy is smart, brave, and tough, and he is much better than his selfish, stupid, and lascivious older brothers. Leslie paused and continued: "It's just that he really has no talent for swordsmanship, and his progress has been slow in three years, so His Majesty the King naturally won't let him continue to waste time in swordsmanship." ”

"But Randy's little guy is very stubborn, and he still enjoys it, often pestering me to teach him swordsmanship. In order to hide from His Majesty the King, we agreed to meet at the port square when his favorite fireworks went off, and I would continue to teach him swordsmanship. Leslie said with a smile on her lips, it must have been a happy time.

"It was only then that a series of events took place, and I was forced to leave Casali, and when I came back, I was already ......," Leslie sighed and did not continue.

"I see...... That was years ago, is that kid coming?" Felder muttered, groping the scabbard in his hand, looking a little irritated.

"Uncle Leslie, though it is a bit abrupt, may I ask why you left the Order?" asked Elena.

"The position of head of the knights probably shouldn't have belonged to me in the first place. Leslie said with a complicated expression. "In the battle to defend Casali more than ten years ago, the deputy commander of the Knights was killed and seriously wounded, and at that time Casali was surrounded by strange beasts and his condition was very critical. The king was anxious to find someone to lead the Knights, so I, who had made the most achievements in battle, was pushed to the position of commander. ”

And when Casali regained his composure, the people around him who were staring at the position began to move. Later, I was sent on a mission to a small town north of Casali, only to be ambushed in a valley......" Leslie paused, as if unwilling to talk about what was going on.

Several people fell silent, and time passed in an oppressive atmosphere. A gust of sea breeze blew through and burrowed into the clothes, bringing some coolness to the body.

"Uncle Leslie, is the royal prison far from here?" said Elena, duly changing the subject.

"If you're fast, you'll be a few minutes away from the walls of the Southern Bay District, and the royal capital prison is ......," Leslie said as she stood up suddenly.

To the east of the square, a slightly thin figure was looking around, his pale yellow hair fluttering in the wind, and his eyes searching the crowd. When his gaze shifted to the corner where everyone was, the corners of his mouth opened and he ran over quickly, like a cheerful fawn.

"Uncle Leslie!" was none other than Randy, who was not as tall as Leslie's chest, hugging Leslie tightly, tears rolling in his eyes. A large hand gently rubbed his hair a few times, then gently patted him on the back.

"Uncle Leslie, where have you been in the last few years? I thought I'd never see your fireworks again!" Randy let go of his hand, wiped tears from his face, and cried and laughed.

"Randy, let's not talk about that, now we need your help. Leslie glanced at his pocket watch again and said with a serious expression.

It was only when Randy saw the few people around him clearly, and his eyes suddenly widened: "It's you!"

"It's us, meet again, boy. Felder said with a shrug. "Oh no, I should call you His Royal Highness Prince Randy by now. ”

"Why didn't that big brother magician come?" Randy asked.

"That's why we're here. Felder recounted the matter briefly.

Randy's brows furrowed tightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I've heard about the bounty order, and the three homeless people were indeed killed by magic. It can be seen from the actions of the royal guards that they are not clean either, and if we go to my father to explain it now, I am afraid it will be too late, and we must rush to the royal capital prison immediately. ”

In the night, a group of six people hurried to the Southern Bay Area.

In a corner within the walls of Casali's southern Bay District, an ancient castle stands quietly, looking eerie in the darkness. The castle is more than 10 meters high and is built of heavy rocks. Curiously, the castle is not quite like the rest of the Casali building, it has no spires and even few windows. Even in the Southern Bay Area, few people know that this is the famous royal capital prison.

At this time, in the corner of the prison, in the room behind a heavy iron gate, Vane was lying on the ground with his face covered in blood.

"Boy, it's not good for you to have such a hard mouth, admit it and make you suffer less!" a bald man looked at Vane with his hands on his chest, like a dying wild dog.

"Captain, I suggest that he be executed, he is a murderous demon who doesn't even let children go!" said a young man who looked like he was overindulged with sunken eyes and a languid face.

"Put away your advice, I know what to do. This is a reward order issued by the king himself, and it is difficult to explain that he should be executed without definite evidence. The bald captain's voice was as cold as his eyes, as if there was no emotion.

"I was worried that something would happen, and my father had told him that he had to die. The young man said in a hurry.

"Hmph, what can happen when everyone is here. The bald head said coldly. He looked at Vane on the ground, suddenly became irritable, stomped on Vane's head twice, spat on the ground, and said, "Look how hard your mouth is!" Blood flowed down the cracks between the rocks in the ground, and Vane gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"My father also said that this money cannot be taken for nothing......" the young man still nagged.

The bald head was about to get angry, when a guard entered the room and stammered, "No, no, no, no! Captain, someone from outside has come to him and asked for him to be released." The guard gestured to Vane, who was lying on the ground.

"Let go, let someone go, let him go!" said the bald head irritably.

"Team leader, the person who came is His Royal Highness the King and Prince, we don't dare to let him ...... him"

"Alright, you take care of him, I'll go out and have a look. The bald head interrupted him before the guard could finish speaking, and strode towards the door. I don't know which prince it is, but things seem to get a little tricky anyway. This magician must have been framed, and if it weren't for the handle in the hands of Kane's old dog, he wouldn't have waded into this troubled water.

The entrance to the prison of the royal capital was already in chaos.

"Your Royal Highness, you can't go in!" the guards pleaded in front of Randy or tugged at his clothes, but they didn't dare to make a drastic move.

"You've captured my savior, and I'm not welcome to stop me again!" Randy said sharply, drawing his dagger. The short sword is beautifully shaped, and the sword body is carved with a golden mistletoe parasitic branch.

As for Felder and the others, they were stopped by the guards before they even approached the door of the cell.

"Haha, it turned out to be His Royal Highness the Little Prince. Why are you here?" said the bald captain with a flattering smile, his face turning faster than the weather in Casali.

"Don't do this with me, let that magician go, he's been framed!" Randy said, pointing his dagger at the bald captain. His face was distorted with anger, but his slightly immature voice was full of majesty.

The bald captain didn't speak, he touched his chin and his eyes flashed, and he seemed to be a little wavering.

"Captain, that person is a serial murderer, can't let it go!" said the overindulgent face.

"It's you?!" Elena's voice came from not far away.