Shami half-hunched over, and trotted all the way back.

"Back to Your Highness, I have already found out, today that crown is visiting the empire, and the whole street outside is under martial law, let's go in a different place. ”

The third prince snorted coldly on horseback, "What crown is not crowned, it's just an imposter made up by that group of old things in the Magicians Association, and what kind of human patron saint is worthy of that kind of thing?"

"Your Highness said cautiously, this friendly visit was personally arranged by His Majesty, and the empire has spent a lot of effort, even if we don't help, at least we can't sabotage it. Barber on the side smiled bitterly.

It had been more than four years since he and Ursula had taken Rob's letter to the Third Prince, Williams, who had taken good care of both of them, not only solving their troubles from the temple, but also treating them as guests.

But Barber didn't want to just eat for nothing, he consulted with Ursula and approached Williams to help him, so at their repeated requests, one became Williams' bodyguard, and the other helped Williams manage his estate in the South.

Barber knows very well that his strength is not qualified to be a prince's bodyguard, let alone a personal guard, but Williams is not short of thugs around him, Barber is more like a doorman for his position, he will remind Williams from time to time of some things that he omitted, or persuade advice when he knows that it will make Williams unhappy, which is something that Shami, an undisciplined royal dog, will definitely not do.

Barber is not afraid of offending Williams, not because of Rob's relationship, but because "the king treats me as a countryman, and I repay him as a countryman." He had the idea that even if he was swept away, he would not hesitate to plan for Williams, and Williams was able to listen to him for the first time, and basically took him with him wherever he went.

Together with Chamie, he became Williams' right-hand man, and although Barber was quite unimpressed with the pomp and circumstance of "His Majesty", it was his duty to remind His Royal Highness the Third Prince.

"Got it, got it. Williams was a little upset, but he jumped off his horse and squeezed into the street.

Shami and Barber couldn't rest assured, and hurriedly followed.

The three of them found a spot where they could see the scene on the street, and Barber wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Williams waving his hand, "Relax, I'm just coming to see that guy." ”

Chammie stretched out his two hands and tried his best to push the person in front of Williams away, looking like a loyal dog protector, but Williams didn't accept this and said impatiently, "Okay, okay, don't get these things, I don't know what kind of virtue you kid has, aren't you tired all day long." ”

Xia Mi's eyes were red when he heard this, and he looked very aggrieved, "Your Highness, I don't like to hear this, is my loyalty to you a performance? This may not be obvious in normal times, but in times of crisis, you will know who is the first person to stand in front of you!"

Barber on the other side smiled, wisely not participating in the discussion.

Just as Shami was about to make persistent efforts to continue to farm a wave of loyalty, a burst of cheers suddenly erupted in the direction of the city gate.

"His Majesty is in town!"

I don't know who shouted this, but the welcoming crowds on both sides of the street suddenly became excited, and at the forefront was the Royal Orchestra, which played a solemn music as the conductor raised his baton, and the crowd waved handkerchiefs and banners desperately.

Williams narrowed his eyes and said sourly, "Eh, I don't know, I thought that guy was in a hurry to be buried." ”

As soon as he said this, the people around him immediately stared angrily, but the situation did not deteriorate further after seeing the swords on the waists of the three people.

The corners of Barber's eyes jumped, for fear that His Royal Highness the Third Prince would say something quickly, he himself was very opposed to Williams coming here, even if he really just wanted to take a look at the existence that had been in the limelight in the past two years, but at this moment he was trapped in the sea of people, and if something happened, his identity as a prince might not be able to protect it.

What's more, with his identity, it is not difficult to see the crown, there is a reception ball in the palace tonight, but Williams said that he was sick and dismissed.

Barber could probably guess where Williams' hostility came from, and deep down he didn't like this Paint for the simple reason that he was chosen by the Wizards Guild to take Rob's place after Rob's disappearance.

It is said that the Magicians Guild poured blood into him, took out all the things that could be used in the treasure troves of various places, and armed him, and all the masters of the Council, including Leonardo da Vinci, shot together, and each of them trained him for a period of time, and tried every means to raise his cultivation from the sixth order to the ninth order in only a year and a half at any cost.

And his age was younger than Rob, a ninth-order magician who was less than twenty years old, and he had never heard of it in the entire history of mankind, and he was afraid that he would be extinct before.

It's no wonder he's so proud, the Royal Orchestra is open, the First Knights of the Empire are guarded, and there are griffons in the air to keep watch, such a pomp that even Lehart V himself has never enjoyed.

Under the unremitting propaganda of the Wizards' Association and the major forces, ordinary people quickly accepted the claim that Paynt was better than Rob, believing that he was the most suitable candidate for the patron saint of mankind, so all the treatment that Rob had enjoyed before was transferred to him, and even better.

But someone like Williams who knows part of the story knows that the so-called new Guardian is just a substitute created by the Wizards Guild to make up for the loss of Rob, and to deal with the increasingly complicated situation.

Sometimes the more fierce the momentum, the more weak the momentum maker.

Williams looked coldly at the figure standing on the carriage, and in the backlight, he couldn't see the man's face clearly, and he could only vaguely see that he was too young.

Although he promised that Barber would stay honestly, if he didn't do something at this time, he wouldn't be His Royal Highness the Third Prince.

Williams weighed the pebble hidden in his hand, and a malicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as a member of the royal family, he could not ruin this friendly visit led by his father himself, but it was still possible to make a little trouble for the guy who had no one in his eyes. This distance is just right for this position, and the dense crowd around him can also be used as a cover for him, as long as he does not admit it, no one knows who threw the stone.

(End of chapter)