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Mo Shi suddenly realized something.

It was a special force field where magic flowed.

——It is the enhanced magic that flows through the veins of Manxi Golden Lion's body, and for "body transformation", it is close to the category of "forbidden art" defined by Mo Shi's society.

"His Highness Manka—"

Before Mo Shi could finish speaking, Mansey Golden Lion suddenly jumped up from the ground, his muscles swelling and his blood vessels dilated. Without hesitation, he drew the sword that was stuck in his shoulder, and with incredible speed, swung the weapon that was still stained with his warm blood at his brother.

Magically enhanced speeds surpass the limits of ordinary snowwalkers.

Although Manka dodged subconsciously, it was still impossible to escape.

The blade is inserted into the neck and shoulders to the chest. However, it only penetrated the armor, but was not able to touch the bones under the muscles.

No...... No......

Manxi's expression froze for a moment.

He had always taken pride in mastering the technique—he had studied and practiced so diligently, and used this "body of flame" so carefully and carefully that even his teachers had praised the pinnacle of power he had reached—there was no reason, no reason why he should ...... at this time

Manka glared at the sword that had been suddenly blocked and his brother, who was sweating and stunned. The blade trembled in his armor, as if it were competing with some opposing force. He narrowed his eyes, and then those slender eyes instantly turned to Mo Shi who was standing in the distance.

The sorcerer of the Firebird family stood there, one hand raised, his arm trembling violently.

In the moment of staring at him, the sorcerer winced a little in fear, but did not back down. Then he recited a strange incantation.

The sword was jerked off.

Manka watched with the same amazement as Mansey watched.

Mansey staggered back two steps.

As his body's enhanced magic rapidly deteriorated and backlashed, he collapsed to the ground like a shattered snow-capped mountain.

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"That's really...... Remarkable object-moving magic, if I'm not mistaken. Manka picked up his sword from the ground and looked at Moshi, "Come here, young man of the Firefinch. ”

Mo Shi clenched the staff in his hand, not controlling his emotions well.

And these emotions apparently reached Manka Golden Lion's nasal cavity through the smell of hormones in vitro.

But the prince — nay, maybe the king now, and he's about to officially take the throne — Manka Golden Lion didn't say anything about it.

Mo Shi walked over to him and stood beside him a few steps behind.

"You've shown your loyalty to me," Manka said in a gentle and moderate tone, but at the same time not without courage, at least, Moshi was a little afraid of him, "It seems that the Firesparrow never disappoints. ”

Mo Shi bowed his head deeply. He should have said, "It's my pleasure," or something else, but he couldn't. The smell of blood that permeated the castle made him sick to his stomach.

Fortunately, Manka doesn't have the time to care about other people's etiquette now.

He looked down at Mansey Golden Lion, who was lying unconscious on the ground. After Mansey closed his eyes, he looked more like his brother, with the same blonde hair, the same sunken eyes, and a slightly hooked nose.

"Mansey always does. Manka sighed and said, "Half-ass." This is true in any case. ”

Mo Shi didn't know what to say.

And Manka smiled and quipped softly, "At least he's okay with magic, huh?"

Mo Shi only has a jaw head. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he probably didn't look like the most shriveled smile.

Manka waved his hand, apparently unhappy with Moshi's reaction, but he needed someone to listen to him now.

"Mansey is a half-hearted man when it comes to snatching the throne. His mother would probably have been disappointed as well. He could- he could have found a way to kill me, but he never seemed to think of doing that. If he kills me, he will be the only legitimate heir, and he will ascend to the throne no matter what infamy he bears. ”

Mo Shi listened quietly.

"When I was a kid, I was very young, maybe he was a teenager. He'd asked me, 'Why am I a brother and you're an older brother?' and I know too well why he asked—"

The mask-like demeanor on Manka's face slowly faded, and he looked into the distance.

"That's because all things, the best ones, are offered to me first, all of them bow to me courteously when they greet me, and he stands behind me as an incidental thing, and my father always embraces me first, and sometimes forgets to hug him...... The child is keenly aware of these differences, but does not know who he should hate. ”

Manka slowly stopped his words, as if he had stuffed them back into a small drawer.

He reverted to that nonchalance and gentleness.

"But what can be done?" he said, "I was born before him, the son of the Great Queen, his brother, and the heir to the throne. ”

"Your Highness......"

Manka's eyes looked at Moshi.

Mo Shi asked lightly, "But if you were the one who rebelled, you would kill him to ensure that you became the heir, would you?"

Manca was not angry.

He smiled. But slowly retracted that smile.

"Maybe you're right. ”

-

Later in the evening, Moshi followed Prince Manca to the grand square at the palace gate.

There stood soldiers under the orders of the Manka Golden Lion, banners embroidered with the Flaminary Finch crest, and banners painted with other patterns—all of them in support of Manka's army.

"Mr. Moshi!"

Mo Shi heard Dino's voice. He squinted his eyes and searched through the large messy procession.

He's not a snowwalker and doesn't have a keen eye for sounds and smells, so he's completely looking in the opposite direction. When Moshi reacted, Dino pounced on him diagonally, stopped the car, and saluted Manka Golden Lion.

Then he didn't bother to wait for Manka's reply, and immediately turned to Moshi.

"Your staff is back! Your hand ...... Ah, it looks better than before. ”

"We haven't seen each other for a day. Mo Shi couldn't help but smile.

"But I miss you so much!" a smile broke into the boy's face, "and I'm so worried about your body. Mansey - Has His Highness Mansey done anything to you?"

"It's nothing, except that I was locked up in the dungeon of this castle and made a neighbor for a night with a few courtiers and guards. Moshi realized that he was not very angry, and that he could accept it given that everything went logically and did not degenerate into blind violence, "It's not too bad to have some new friends." ”

Sheka Hawthorn walked over to them, too.

He looked tired, dusty, covered in blood, almost a few years old. But he laughed quickly, and was happy to be reunited with his friend: "Our poor young master Dino has also suffered a little. After that, we should have a few drinks together and talk about his heroic deeds. You may not know that he even wore it to get out of the castle - more on that later. ”

Dino pursed his lips and drooped his face.

His red hair was covered with dust.

"At least I'll help!" he muttered.

Diffonor had already walked over and rubbed his brother's head with a smile.

Moshi spotted Manka looking at them.