Although he didn't have to accept this invitation, the impression that King Greylion gave to Cheese was quite good, considering that the other party must have something important to ask to see him at this time, so the mage did not have a waiter to lead the way. After simply instructing the other party to lead the way, and asking Elsa to go to Mona and Jack first to see how they are doing, the wizard went into the depths of the castle.

To be honest, Cheese wasn't a big fan of castles, and he certainly didn't deny the excellent defensive power and influence it had on the inhabitants, but from a practical point of view, the efficient mages were disgusted by the twisting corridors and dim lighting. In contrast, the simple structure and self-explanatory layout of the interior of the Gray Tower can be regarded as a masterpiece. Of course, this is just the wizard's own thoughts, and to the average person, the Grey Tower's near-irregular rooms and endless spiral corridors are as devastating as some kind of magical prison.

Fortunately, the attendant who led the way was familiar with the structure of the castle, after all, he was the servant assigned to fetch the mysterious mage, and this kind of errand could not be done by any one person. It is worth mentioning that in the past, when this attendant led the way to the guests visiting the castle, he always looked like he was holding his head up, and the glory of the kingdom represented by the castle did not allow him to bow his head to any visitor. This time, however, the young man didn't even dare to raise his head too high when leading the way, which led him to almost crash into the lampstand next to the hallway on several occasions.

Just as Cheese was about to lose patience with the comical way of walking the way, they finally arrived at the King's study. In front of the study, Cheese meets an acquaintance. The Iron Knight leaned against the wall, looked up at the two approaching men, and waved his hand for the waiter to step aside, the latter of whom was pardoned, and the mage saw that he had left the area almost at a trot.

"Looks like I'm not a respected guest here?" the wizard smiled, not angry at the servant's reaction. But that doesn't mean he likes to be treated like this after helping others.

"You have to understand, my gray-robed friend. There's no one here who doesn't respect you, but sometimes the fear of the unknown overrides that respect. Atticus pursed his lips, he was not wearing armor at this time, and a well-cut linen dress made the old man less majestic, but it did not hide the wisdom in his eyes.

Cheese nodded, indicating that he understood, and then he felt that since the Grand Knight Captain was waiting for him here, it was clear that he had something to explain. Then the mage said, "What is it that makes you stand guard here with your tired body in tow?" I don't think His Majesty will be so strict as to let you be wounded?"

The Iron Knight smiled, "Ah, our king is a bit of a fool at times, but he is not so unkind. But while His Majesty is very considerate, not all of the people around him are like that, and I'm here to prevent you from getting into a fight with one of the guys inside. You know, some people just have the talent to make people pull out the sword and put it around his neck in three sentences. ”

"I think you're overthinking, after all, I barely use a sword. The mage understood what Atticus meant, and after two gentle knocks, pushed open the iron-clad wooden door of the king's study. After Cheese entered the study, the old knight chief sighed softly and said in a very low voice, "That's what I'm worried about, if you anger a person with a sword, there is always a chance to redeem it, but if you anger a mage... May the first king bless. ”

The mage who entered the room could not hear Atticus talking to himself, as soon as he entered the door, he heard the sound of a quill rubbing on the parchment, and the wounded king could not lift his arm at this time, so it was clear who was writing. The king's study was not large, perhaps the royal family of the Grey Lion did not like anything too large, everything in this room was set up for the necessary purpose, and there was nothing on the walls except a map of the kingdom, not even the tapestries or decorative weapons that ordinary nobles liked to hang on the walls. A long curved table three people wide, and two bookshelves made of the same material as the long table, these are the only pieces of furniture in the room. Oh, and now you have to count the three chairs.

Of the three chairs, the one behind the long table was wide and lined with red velvet that belonged to the king, and Siggett was slumping listlessly in the chair, and it was evident that he was not in good spirits, and that his eyes were only half open, as if he were going to fall asleep at any moment. The other two chairs were on the outside of the long table, the empty one was for cheese, and as for the other, the mage saw the back of a figure in a well-dressed gown writing something in his left hand. If it weren't for the waiter's mistake, the man with his right hand tied to his chest in a bandage was obviously the finance minister of the Greylion Kingdom, and although it was not clear from the back how old this person was, judging from the swollen silhouette of the dress, he must have been very heavy.

"Fatty, your guest is here. The king wanted to raise his hand to say hello when he saw Cheese enter, but his arm fell back as soon as he left the armrest, apparently the after-effects of demonic possession that made him more powerless than ever. And what the mage cared about was which country's monarch would call his chancellor of finance fat, a playful title that was more like a friend than a courtier.

"It's better for you to talk less now, if you die now, the blue lion will definitely fight for the throne. The Chancellor of the Exchequer, known as the Fat Man, also replied to his king with unceremonious tones, but he did not seem to have any intention of getting up to greet the Cheese, and without even looking back, he said to the Master, "Excuse me, Mr. Cheese, I'm counting the accounts now, and if you wish, sit down in the seat next to you." ”

The mage actually walked to his seat and sat down, not because Cheese didn't care about the other party's rude way of speaking, but because his curiosity about the Chancellor of the Exchequer made him ignore the other party's language problem for the time being. Sitting on the chair, the mage also saw the man's face, according to the standard of cheese, he didn't care about a person's appearance, but how to say, after seeing the other party's face, the wizard actually felt a little pity rarely, if this person is willing to exercise a little bit, remove the thick chin layer, I am afraid that he will become a well-known handsome guy.

"Mr. Wizard, please let me say I'm sorry first. The fat man said without raising his head, "Although I asked Your Majesty to summon you here, I obviously misestimated the damage caused by you and your companions, as well as the Grand Knight Captain and his men standing outside the door. So you'll have to wait a few more minutes, ah, by the way, now that you've sat down, I'm sorry to hand me the scales on the other side of the table, my right hand is broken, and I won't be able to move anytime soon. ”

What to say, Cheese felt that he had already seen a lot of weirdos in the Grey Tower, and he didn't even think that he would think others were strange when he came out of that mage's den, because he was one of the weirdos himself. But this time, when the mage put the scales on the table in front of him, Cheese really couldn't guess whether the man was too stupid or too smart.

"Thank you. The fat man said casually, put down the quill for a moment, put some weights on either end of the scale with one hand, and carefully identified the scale where the pointer pointed. "How did you break your hand?" asked Cheese, who was supposed not to break his arm, who seemed to be the kind of guy who would ask a maid to feed him his mouth.

"You say my right hand, which was broken by a nezumi on the wall the night before. But I cut off the guy's head, and I didn't lose much of it in terms of accounts. The Chancellor of the Exchequer replied calmly, not caring at all that his words had already made the mage look unusually surprised.

"You mean you took part in the battle?" Cheese said it, though he knew it was rude. After all, it is necessary to convince the mage that the fat man in front of him participated in that tragic battle...... Please forgive Cheese for not imagining such a picture. He really doesn't look like the type to go to the front line to kill enemies.

"Of course, it is the duty of the nobility to go to war, and those who shiver in their houses when they hear the bell should be pushed to the gallows and their property confiscated to fill the treasury. ”

For some reason, Cheese found himself admiring the fat minister a little.