"The Third Prince Yuri has arrived!"

The waiter's elongated voice sounded from outside, and a thin young man with a head of almost two normal human sizes trotted in from outside the hall in a hurry, with some sweat on his face, and it seemed that he had run all the way, and shouted a little anxiously while running: "Birthday gift to my father, I'm not late, right?" ”

Everyone in the hall also looked at Yuri in unison, and it was difficult to hide their surprise on their faces.

"Didn't His Royal Highness the Third Prince come to the palace banquet before?"

"Yes, I didn't notice anything unusual from beginning to end, and I deserve to be known as the prince with the most sense of existence."

"The point is, even His Majesty doesn't seem to be aware of this."

The expressions on the faces of the ministers were a little strange, and there was a hint of mockery.

The eldest prince and the second prince have been evenly matched for so many years, maintaining a delicate balance, and no one knows who will become the successor of the king between them.

And Yuri, the third prince who is growing up, is going farther and farther on the road of being ignored.

A dignified prince, obsessed with the lowly manual work of carpentry, is not attached to any minister.

Except for his head, he didn't show his weight as a prince in this empire at all, and even Qiao Xiu and Sean didn't bother to win him over.

For them, it is better to win over a prince who has no sense of existence than to win over a waiter by the king's side.

"Mushroom head running up." Amy's eyes lit up and she muttered quietly.

McGonagall couldn't help but laugh too, not to mention, if you look at it like this, it really looks like a running mushroom, but where did this guy run before? I didn't even come to the palace banquet.

And after hearing the whispers of those ministers, McGonagall couldn't help but feel a little distressed...... Hahaha, but, sorry, I can't help it.

However, as those ministers said, without Yuri, this twins are fierce and full of highlights.

If you add Yuri...... Is this mushroom head here to be funny?

McGonagall was even a little worried that His Royal Highness the Third Prince would step forward and take out a wood carving of love and give it to the king as a birthday gift.

If this happened to him, McGonagall wouldn't be surprised.

The king was a little surprised, looked at Yuri, who was sweating profusely, and frowned, "Yuri, where did you go before?" Why the rush? ”

"Back to my father's words, Erchen just prepared a gift for my father, and those fools were too unruly, so they came late." Yuri stood still, glanced at the people in the main hall, breathed a sigh of relief, grinned, and showed two big tiger teeth and said, "But it doesn't seem to be too late, they haven't given gifts to their father yet, right?" I'm not late. ”

The king looked at Yuri's heartless smile, and the little displeasure in his heart disappeared, but he felt a little sorry for his little son, who had barely received his attention, and nodded slightly: "Sit down." ”

"Thank you, Father." Yuri smiled and nodded, looking left and right, but he couldn't find a place to sit.

His Royal Highness, the third prince, did not prepare a place for him in this hall, and even the waiters ignored him.

The waiter's face changed greatly, and he trotted to move a chair over, and he didn't know where to put it for a while.

The identity of His Royal Highness the Third Prince is naturally noble, but if it is said who can be ranked in front of him, it is another difficult problem for them, and they are anxious like ants on a hot pot for a while.

"Little Mushroom Head, sit down with me." Irina waved at Yuri and said with a smile.

"This ......" Yuri's face was visibly embarrassed, and his eyes glanced at McGonagall and Amy, a little tempted to slip away.

"Huh?" Irina's smile grew cruel.

"Okay!"

Yuri, a spirit, walked towards Irina with a twisted face in small steps, and the smile on his face looked more ugly than crying.

The waiter hurriedly brought the chair to Irina's side, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"She's a smart woman, but it looks like she's really nice to Yuri?" McGonagall glanced at Irina, there was probably no seat in the hall more suitable for Yuri than next to Irina.

Irina's actions are under Qiao Xiu, sitting here as the third prince of Yuri, just right, so as not to be placed in an awkward position.

Yuri sat down beside Irina with some twists, took the initiative to move the chair to the side a little, and crossed his legs, looking a little nervous, and forced out a little reluctant smile.

"Little mushroom head, I haven't seen you for three years, your head is big again!" Irina stepped forward, looked Yuri's head carefully up and down, left and right, and said curiously: "Others grow taller than they have a long body, but you grow taller with a long head?" ”

Yuri leaned back to avoid the evil hand that wanted to touch his head, Irina's sister was a shadow of his childhood, and he even had a feeling that his head was most likely because she rubbed it too much when he was a child, so it grew so big.

This princess sister, who had been in the palace for a while, had shown great interest in his head since he was a child, and if it weren't for General Alex's face, he would never have let her ravage his head like this.

Of course, if he wanted to resist, he couldn't do it.

In his spare time as a wood carver, he also had a dream of a knighthood, and his target at that time was General Alex, who was in the ascendancy.

But before he could take the first step towards his dream, the news of Alex's death came.

This was a fatal blow to his dreams, and from then on he was obsessed with wood carving and some interesting ingenuity.

Irina looked at the scene for a while, but still withdrew her hand, every time she saw this big head, she couldn't help but want to rub it twice, and there was no malice, she just wanted to rub it.

"The birthday ceremony continues, please give a gift to His Royal Highness the Great Prince!"

The attendant was instructed by the king to speak loudly again.

A waiter walked into the hall quickly holding a long tray covered with a layer of red cloth in both hands, and saw that his forehead was sweating, his hands were a little trembling, and the contents of the tray were not light.

Sean stood up and lifted the red cloth, and a golden-red light shone out from under the red cloth, making people squint.

On the tray was a golden-red sword, domineering and noble carvings, like flames, the golden-red light was extraordinary, and the sharp sword was something that made people want to avoid it.

"What is this?"

Everyone looked at the sword with curiosity, and at a glance they knew that it was not ordinary.

Sean held the golden sword in both hands, looked at the king and said respectfully: "Father has been a thousand years old, this sword is the Red Flame Sword, it was once the sword of the emperor, it has been sunk in the flame pool for nearly a thousand years, and the son sent people to find it for nearly three years, and finally let this sword see the light of day again, and then enter the hands of the emperor." ”