In the middle of the night, the bustling Highland Palace still has not slept, and the bright lights of the deep purple velvety night are dotted with dreamy colors, and even the bright moon in the sky is eclipsed.

More than a dozen nobles from the Highland Palace politely held wine glasses and talked softly, and behind them, the wide floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the beautiful night view of the palace courtyard like a picture scroll.

In the corner of the living room, a young girl played the organ, she had a cold and beautiful face, her red hair like a burning fire was draped over her shoulders, and her long white dress was like a blooming lily.

Her expression was focused, her slender fingers darting lightly over the keys, and the cheerful notes echoed through the hall like flowing water.

The guest was none other than Prince Kenneth, the heir to the kingdom, who was dressed in a dark black blue gown, with his short blond hair neatly combed back and shining in the light.

The tall glass in his hand was filled with bright red liquid, a pair of turquoise eyes were like deep lake water, and his chin was slightly raised, showing an innate aristocratic atmosphere.

When the girl finished playing the last note, the guests applauded, and a man raised his glass and said in a subdued Celtic voice:

"It's wonderful music, Miss Sora. ”

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Devon. The girl stood up gracefully and smiled at the crowd.

"Cheers to His Royal Highness the Prince and his beautiful wife. The guests raised their glasses and saluted His Royal Highness the Prince in the center of the hall.

“......”

Kenneth calmly raised his glass and took a sip from his lips. There was a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Your Royal Highness, it is said that you have become a legendary warrior of Rune. Is this true or not?" asked one of the guests, observing his expression, cautiously.

"The rumors are so unreliable. ”

His Royal Highness the Prince put down the cup expressionlessly, paused, and said with an arrogant expression:

"But it's true. ”

Many guests were in an uproar instantly, clinking glasses left and right with excited expressions, and said in an impassioned tone:

"Your Highness is worthy of the first genius of the kingdom. ”

"Your Highness has such power, and is destined to be the hero of the revival of my Great Celtic!"

"This Celtic continent. Destined to be our Celtic territory!"

Kenneth didn't respond, but he silently enjoyed the compliments of the crowd, as he had always been. Since his teenage years, he has been the center of attention, and any rune spell can be easily and quickly learned, stronger than anyone else.

No one doubted the prince's talents. There is not even a threat to its existence. So he doesn't need to be proud or arrogant, he just enjoys the title of "genius" as a matter of course.

"I haven't even been able to pull out the sword in the stone, how can I be called the hero of the Celtic revival?"

A cold voice interrupted everyone's compliments, and in the awkward gaze of the guests, Princess Sola lifted the hem of her skirt and walked towards Kenneth with a blank face, leaving only one sentence:

"I'm tired and want to go back early to rest. ”

After speaking. Without waiting for the prince's reply, he twisted his heels. Walking briskly towards the palace gate, the slender figure quickly blended into the light.

“......”

Kenneth's face turned blue for a moment, and he heard only a crisp sound of "bang", and the wine glass was crushed by his fingers, and the red wine spilled out, flowing like blood on his dress.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the guests hurriedly left a few words of apology and rushed to leave the palace.

......

"Holy Sword...... Holy Sword ...... Damn Holy Sword!"

The prince nervously paced back and forth in the palace, his original graceful and luxurious temperament was all destroyed by his hideous expression at this moment, and the stormy soul power rippled on his body, like a fierce beast about to be released from the cage.

"Magic Sword!"

With this cold murmur like coming from the depths of the netherworld, a thunderclap suddenly flashed in mid-air, Kenneth's expression instantly froze, and he said again with certainty:

"Magic Sword!"

He slowly straightened his clothes, his expression returned to his usual composure, and he left the palace and walked briskly to the corridor, along the corridor to the end, and then turned to a dark basement entrance.

"Lemon and lemon juice (in Kyle). ”

As the words fell slightly, the heavy metal door at the entrance slowly rose, and the prince looked around, put his hands behind his back, and strode closer to his own workshop in Rune.

The oil lamps on the walls have small static flames, and because they are special rune items, they will never go out until the magic is exhausted.

Kenneth scurried down the stairs to the lowest level of the workshop.

At the end of the stairs, there was a heavy door covered with iron thorns, and the prince stretched out his right hand as he walked quickly, and the orange soul power directly pushed the door open, and a familiar smell of medicine suddenly refreshed his nostrils.

The walls were filled with lampposts, dyeing the room a warm orange, and in the small space there were several bookshelves, which were lined with thick books in various scripts, as well as a large number of ruin props and potion materials that were still in their infancy.

Because it was an important private workshop, the prince did not allow the servants of the court to enter here, but his level of housework was completely opposite to his own strength, so that there was a mess of utensils everywhere. Books, pen and paper, and props were thrown everywhere, as well as bizarre instruments such as drawing tools, and even sword hilts, carving knives, and wooden pieces of wood.

Walking to the third shelf, Kenneth took a deep breath, took out a dusty old book from the far right of the top, held it in his hand with some difficulty, and walked to the nearest light.

The ancient book is oversized in size, more than two feet long, with a cover made entirely of bronze and bearing the title with the blood of an unknown creature, glowing with an ancient and deep sheen in the light.

"Legendary...... The Forbidden Magic Book that records all known and unknown knowledge......"

The prince showed a cautious expression, and with a snap of his fingers, dozens of defensive rune props instantly floated from the ground and quietly surrounded his side.

After doing a thorough defensive work, he opened the first page of the ancient book, and the snow-white paper was impressively exposed to the air, and suddenly there was a slight sound.

With a thin sound, the first page suddenly flashed with countless thick black lines, like countless insects and earthworms, all gathered in the center of the paper, squeezed into the shape of a mouth.

"O my beloved new master, your faithful servant will grant all your wishes. "There was a deferential and old voice from the ancient books.

"I want a sword that matches the sword in the stone!" Kenneth said impatiently. (To be continued.) )