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Three days later, Moshi was summoned (awkwardly, but appropriately) by Manka.

Manka still lives in his original room, a small courtyard next to the king's residence.

The celebration of the defeat of Mansi's faction was over, and Manka Golden Lion was a man of support and an obligation to give back, and now he was devastated by the preparations for the funeral of King Manlun, his father. Obviously, for the ancient royal family, the funeral had to be complex and grand, and it was an invisible test for the organizers.

"I guess you're in good hands now, Mr. Morse. Manka Golden Lion looked him up and down, Moshi was still wearing a black robe, but it was more clean and smooth, which made him more like a clergyman, "You don't seem to have enough servants. ”

"Hmm. Mo Shi subconsciously wanted to look back.

But of course, there is nothing to see, although the adults here like to be followed by one or two servants, but there will be no half of the people behind Mo Shi. He only had a young maid who helped with chores, and he certainly couldn't take her around with him.

At the mention of Duna, Mo Shi couldn't help but feel guilty again.

The girl was taken away by the guards and thrown directly to the lower room. It is said that she could not return to the room where she had shared the room with Mo Shi, and she was stubborn enough to wait for news in the place "closest to the adult", so she spent two nights huddled in the corridor outside the kitchen, which was locked at night to avoid theft by servants.

And when Manka became the owner of the castle again, their servants automatically regained their "freedom".

When Mo Shi returned to his room, he saw that the fire in the fireplace had been lit.

Duna was wiping dust from all corners of the room, apparently the floor had been carefully sprinkled and swept away.

It's as if the days of turmoil in the middle didn't exist at all—

Manka took a few steps closer to him, and Moshi came back to his senses.

"There's nothing special I'm looking for you. The future master of the kingdom rubbed his temples, his eyes a little dark under his sockets, "I wanted to ask you what you plan to do next." ”

Mo Shi didn't understand what this highness wanted to say.

This seems a little inexplicable.

But soon Moshi remembered the spells he had used in Manka, and, possibly, the soldiers who had seen him had also informed Manren of the existence of a terrible sorcerer in the castle.

Moshi was almost irritated: he was tired of dealing with a similar identity crisis, or rather, he was angry at his irrationality and lack of control. He could have done otherwise, he could have been a frail ordinary magician, but he had to use exaggerated techniques to make his way through the crowd......

— because his mind was too fragile to bear the fear and anger of witnessing the killing.

"As far as I know," Manca said quietly, "you have met the High Priest of St. Tuan, and by this you have learned who you are, and you have regained your surname, which means that you have been given a new choice, and you are no longer subordinate to the Firesparrow. If you have to say, the high priest was born in the south, and you were born in the territory of the Marquis of Scarletfoot. ”

Before Mo Shi could react, he continued, "Do you want to continue your penance? Do you want to study in the Platinum Temple? Or do you still follow the Fire Sparrow—I can see that you are on good terms with the sons of those two dukes. ”

Mo Shi fell silent.

"I'm still ...... Didn't think about it. Eventually, he replied.

Manka smiled, "Then I guess you should take the time to think about it lately." But let me say it, your magic is too unique and powerful to be endured in a small place. ”

Mo Shi raised his eyes in surprise.

The future king was staring intently at him. But then he replaced his scrutinizing eyes with a smile.

Moshi had to realize that it sounded ......

It's almost like an invitation.

-

When Manka became king, he would naturally issue an edict to implement his promise.

So in a sense, now Terina is Diffonor's fiancée, and Terlota is already Dino's fiancée.

Mo Shi knew that although Dino didn't say it, he was actually happy to death, even more heartfelt than his brother.

Shekha Hawthorn obviously saw this, and so he always made fun of Dino, who always made Dino blush and stammer. Then Mo Shi would laugh with him.

Shekha Hawthorn seemed to be in good spirits, and the battlefield did not hurt him in any serious way, nor did it break his will. He was worthy of being a swordsman who had served in the Central Order, and although he had long since retired to teaching and logistics positions, he was still essentially a warrior. About his once injured leg -

"It wasn't until you invented the stirrup that I realized it wasn't really a big deal. Shekha told Moshi.

For this, Mo Shi is really very gratified. This is almost the most gratifying thing since he invented the horse harness.

So they went to the kitchen of the palace, found wine, and sat down on the verandah and had a good meal.

Moser had heard from Shekka what Dino had done (the poor young man knew everything at the time, and he vomited so fast that he didn't think it would be relished as an interesting story), how he had found Princess Gelotta, how he had dressed as a maid and walked through the passages used by the noblewomen to cheat in the past......

He then found Shekka and his guards living outside the castle in the city, and was chased by a small group of soldiers, but finally met up with Shekka in time - it was about half an hour before dawn, the battle outside the royal city was over, and the army of the Firesparrow and Scarlet Feet began to attack the city.

And of course they heard the sound of the siege.

Some citizens walked out of their houses and looked in the direction of the city gates. Others were more alert, carrying their baggage and running towards the mountains on the other side of the city.

Dino and Shekka went against the flow of people, led a team of less than twenty people to the vicinity of the city gate, and successfully outflanked the leader team responsible for commanding the city gate battle.

Inside and outside, this siege battle was extremely smooth and fast.

"To the firesparrow!" Mo Shi raised the wine glass in his hand, feeling that he was also a little drunk.

"How many masters are respectful of Difen, and how many masters are respected, and how many young masters are respected!"

"I respect you too!" Mo Shi drank the sweet wine in the wine glass in one gulp, and then filled it for the two of them. At this time, he realized in hindsight and remembered in a daze that his birthplace was China, and China toasted with unparalleled enthusiasm and toughness.

"Also, to you!" Sheka snapped his tongue, apparently on the verge of getting drunk.

There were already a few small barrels at their feet.

"That's right," Mo Shi found himself startled, "I suddenly remembered something important!"

"Important...... Something important?" Xie Ka frowned slightly, as if he wanted to hear a military report, "Is anything more important than Lord Jing?"

"Oh, that's right, let's go first—Lord Respect!"

"Lord Respect!"

"But you'll have to listen to me," Moshi put his arm around Sheka's shoulder, "and I forgot to repay my savior." He gave me a piece of clothing, a sword for me, a drink for me, and a wound on my hand......"

"Savior? That's—that's really...... It's too much, Mo Shi, you have to repay him well. What's his name?"

"Longtail? seems to be this, seems to be ......"

"Okay, okay, that Mr. Longtail, well, Mr. Longtail, right?"

Mo Shi (drunkenly) pondered for a moment and said, "I'm not sure...... A little paw once told me that we can't call a gentleman like theirs 'sir' and 'you'—"

Sheikh wrinkled his face and complained about the trouble.

"Okay. He said, then took a passing waiter and asked in a loud voice, "Do you know where you can find a gentleman called Long Tail who can't be called a gentleman?"

-

When Nagao returned to his room, he saw two nobles in beautiful clothes sleeping at the table, where there were two small wooden wine barrels, but one had not only been drunk, but almost one was left with a bottom.

At first he didn't understand what was going on.

He was on duty when he suddenly heard that two adults were looking for him. And the people who passed the word were still laughing inexplicably.

Now he figured it out.

It was indeed very funny to be searched for loudly by two stupid drunkards all over the castle.

He quickly recognized one of them.

The mage rested his full weight on his companion's stomach and fell asleep peacefully, while his companion was clearly suffering from nightmares, frowning and snorting from time to time.

"Alright," Nagao sat down at the table, took a sip of the wine into the wooden bowl, and smacked his lips and laughed, "I really didn't break my promise." ”