The waiter who was traveling through the woven hands held the delicacies from the north and the south in his hands, and the heat rose. The candlelight in the hall was like gold, reflected on the brown stone wall, where the stones were mined between the rocks in the south of Antuo. A light brown handwoven tapestries were hung on the stone wall, painted with the glory of the night stars, the dust of the sand and the things that the Istanese loved.

Flowing, the warm light reflected Prince Alev's brown, curly long hair, and a soft luster. He was looking at the girl in front of him in a little surprised and spoke:

"So your name is Afeifa, too?"

On a crowded occasion, Afeifa seemed a little restrained and looked at Fang Yu from time to time. Among these many people, the latter and Luo Hao and others were probably the only ones she was familiar with. But Luo Hao was sitting on the other side, and the naturalist lady was also sitting with a girl she didn't know, whispering, and the little girl looked at her with suspicious eyes from time to time.

After all, Tianlan thought that they were all called Afeifa. Who knows if she would be like that annoying princess?

After hearing Alev's question, the girl's eyes showed a hint of confusion, and she was looking at the prince.

She blinked her eyelids slowly with a little uneasy, and the moist eyes were filled with golden candles, shining. Perhaps the temperature in the wine room was a bit high, and the girl's face was a little red with a hint of drunkenness.

Fang Yu saw her cramps and knew that the other party was as flawless as a piece of white paper. He explained in a low voice: "This is His Highness Alev. He is our friend and a good person."

Afifa looked at Alef in confusion.

She had heard of His Highness the Prince, the eldest son of the King of Sands. As a member of the royal family, many rumors about the other party were naturally circulating on this sea of ​​sand - whether true or false. However, she could not imagine that such a person would sit with them. It seemed that Mr. Ed was still very familiar with His Highness the Prince. She remembered the battle between Varik and the figure who had seen against Nico Polas, and she thought that this should be the case-

It's worthy of being Mr. Ed.

Alef laughed at the sound of this: "I'm sorry, my sister is also called Afifa, and I thought this name was not very common."

"Really?" Afeifa was a little incredible.

"That's true," Fang Rong replied. Unlike the princes, Babaltan's daughters only have one Princess Rupert, the name of the eldest princess is well-known. Everyone knows it in the sand sea of ​​Istaniya, but the other princesses seem to be "nameless".

Even as the eldest princess's sister, Afifa is the same. But the native Baggins has heard of the other party's name.

Afifa was a little embarrassed: "I don't know anything like this... My name was chosen by Lord Ebenni."

"Ebenny?" Alef looked at Fang Zhu: "Is it that Ebenny?"

"The Chief Templekeeper of the Secret Warlock."

Fang Zhu nodded.

"So, Afifa is also a sage sorcerer?" Alev asked, "Is Ebenny your father?"

Afifa shook his head quickly and said hurriedly: "Yes, sorry, Lord Abenni is just my teacher..."

"What is Afifa's father?"

"Just just an ordinary businessman, Your Highness."

"I heard that all the wise men recruit children from the nobles," Alef sighed: "It seems that Afifa, your talent is quite outstanding, so that the wise men can be so extraordinary-"

Hearing such praise, Afeifa's face turned red.

The speaker is unintentional, the listener is intentional. It is an open secret for the sorcerers to recruit their children from the nobles. They want to seek aid from political power. It is a simple way to form an alliance with the nobles. Although on the one hand, they rely on the king of sand Babaltan, they will not tie themselves to a chariot after all.

As for Afeifa's talent, Fang Yu has some background in his heart. Although the dragon soul may not have been fully awakened, it is already far above ordinary people. However, is it because the secret sorcerers who have taken this potential to pay so much attention to her?

When he was in Beiyin's prison, Fang Yu had heard the other party talk about the Dragon Soul. But he hadn't thought too much at that time. At this moment, when he heard Alev mention this matter again, a strange thought flashed through his heart.

He suddenly thought that the esoteric sorcerers' emphasis on Afifa might be because of the dragon soul. But the attitude of Nurman and the king of sand Babaltan is difficult to explain - but on the other hand, is it another possibility? But the natural dragon soul owned by the girl is just a coincidence?

Various thoughts swelled in his mind for a moment, ups and downs, but it was difficult to have a certain idea. Although he had decided to withdraw from this event, it was like an inertia. When he was distracted, he would always consider this issue from time to time.

Everyone is curious, and Fang Rong is more or less curious about what happened ten years ago.

Besides, he had seen that note once, and he said he had some fate with him.

He couldn't help but glance at his cousin.

Tang Xin had just recovered and sat next to her, her face was not very good, and she was a little bit frivolous.

Fang Yu didn't know why he offended the other party recently, and his cousin was never willing to pay attention to him. Although they had argued, quarreled and angry in the past, they were definitely not like this.

"What are you looking at?" Tang Xin gave him a weak look. She was still a little weak after she recovered.

But this unpleasant sentence surprised Fang Yu a little.

OK, the crying guy is back-

He looked at the other person with some amusement, meaning I just saw it, so what happened?

Tang Xin glared at him and stopped speaking.

Silweid looked at the pair of "brother and sister" with some amusement. She was as clear as the girl's thoughts.

This may be the last party for everyone in Questak.

After tonight, the prince rarely has the chance to leave the Casan Palace. According to him, after his father left Questak, he had to take on the responsibility of the prince's reign.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Nurman, Senia's important officials will leave the capital, and only Seishel will stay. The old patriarch of the Swear Guardian clan will assist him in mastering the key points of controlling the operation of this kingdom little by little. But before that, he still had too many things to learn. Before becoming a qualified king, he must become a qualified crown prince.

But how to become a wise monarch who ruled this desert, perhaps this long road has just begun...

As for the people of Lu Fu Shield, it was just an accident that they came here, so they naturally could not really become a member of the Seven Seas Brigade, just like Forest and others - after all, Lu Fu Shield still preserved the main body in that turmoil, and ZXC and his group were just an advance team of this guild.

They may not even stay in Istaniya, and going to this place is just a useful test. They still have no commission in Tansnier, and after this incident, they are likely to not return to this place again.

It is said that Forest and others were divided into two during this period, and some remained in Tansnier, but some had already gone back to the southern border. This is because after the Seven Seas Travelers left Istaniya, they also had to go to the coast of Treasure Staff. Someone had to prepare in front to find a safe road to the north.

On the other hand, they intend to recruit some reliable personnel for this team, but now the southern border is in chaos and many are fleeing that place.

Yes, the Qihai Brigade itself is about to start a new journey after this banquet.

Because of one or another.

The atmosphere of the banquet prepared by Prince Alev was somewhat harmonious beyond imagination.

Even the people of Lu Fuzhishi were involved. ZXC pulled the little fat man and Fang Zhui to drink several glasses of wine, with a slight drunkenness, saying that this was the most interesting adventure they had ever experienced.

The fortresses in the desert, the wise warlocks, escaped from the nose of a governor, and experienced such a dangerous experience. The King of Sands and the future crown prince, princess, airships, and dust storms are only a giant dragon to end this perfect adventure.

Just like the adventure that is sung among the singing of many poets.

"Ed," Alef held the wine glass and patted the shoulder of the pulp below hard: "Unlike my father, I have never been to Istani, nor have I seen this world outside of the sand sea. And your world is more like a legendary existence to me. What I grew up here is nothing more than a vast sea of ​​sand. I can only yearn for the adventure you mentioned, but I cannot truly understand-"

"But just as my father's country is here, I believe that in the future it will be your kingdom, and you will become the best, and I will definitely hear your name here, resounding across this continent, just like Sir Weimar, with the brother of Afifa's mother."

The ale in Istani is only at a very low degree and can hardly be drunk, but people still seem to see the future scenes from that dreamy bubble.

At least His Royal Highness's tone was very sure: "We are brothers who have received the blessing of the stars together. At that time, you must remember to come back. In that case, I, the King of Sands, who has no 'legend' experience, will be considered a boastful capital, right?"

Alef still couldn't help but smile.

Everyone laughed.

Fang Yu naturally knew that this was just a joke. He was not arrogant enough to that extent, but he nodded and said, "Okay."

"Then we have agreed."

Fang Zhu nodded again.

Alef turned back:

"Miss Afifa, you have the same name as my sister. She has a good relationship with me - Ed is my brother, you are Ed's friend, and then I will be my sister in the future." He opened his arms and said to everyone: "Everyone, if you encounter any trouble in Istaniya, please remember my friend."

Afei Falu was a little embarrassed.

She looked at the square pulp not far away, her eyes were shiny.

Everything that happened at the Star Ritual has spread these days. On the way to this place, she had heard from merchants that as a small fan, it added a new touch to her experience of being an idol legend.

Only people like Mr. Ed can get the friendship of the future king of sand in this way, right? The girl's heart was full of curiosity at this moment.

Lu Fuzhidun's group, especially the little fat man, was naturally praised Lian Tian. On the one hand, it was because Fang Zhu, and on the other hand, it really felt that this was an opportunity. They even began to think in their hearts whether to build Lu Fuzhidun's headquarters in Istaniya?

After all, with the care of a future king of sand, will their guild thrive on this sea of ​​sand?

But ZXC looked at Fang Ling, and of course he understood that the prince was actually looking for someone's face.

The end of the banquet came quietly in the midst of laughter and joy.

Just like the feast that always ends in this world-

...

The golden starlight, like hanging from the curved sky, fell on the brightly lit Kasan Palace, and reflected each other.

In the dark night sky and above the cold sea of ​​sand, they look like a pair of double stars in the sky and under the ground.

The torches lit up.

The swaying fire, densely packed, like a sea of ​​light of flames - the fire illuminated the serious face of the king of sand Babaltan - in another world, he was not even old, and might be quite young and strong. But in this desert of Istaniya, the wind and sand seemed to erode time and blew the king's temples white. Every wrinkle on his face wrote about his every thought of the kingdom above the desert.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The wine and delicacies can no longer recall the time passed by this king, and he can only recall the past in silence. Every sword and shadow in Nognes now seems like a dream, sometimes chilling, but sometimes it makes people remember it.

The knights of the sand were wearing armor and spears, and the court officials had already arrived. The team brought many servants and guards, and they were in a mighty manner, from the square to the outside of the palace.

There are seven hours left before dawn.

The timer has reported the time for the third time.

The advance team has set out, and two armies composed of the palace guards are already outside Questak, waiting for the moment of the king's trip to arrive. In addition, another army set out from Bein and will meet with them on the sea of ​​fantasy. This trip was decided two months ago.

The person in charge was Governor Bein and Earl Nurmann Igh Emmeben.

"Have you all arrived?"

“Mr. Seneman is still on the way.”
To be continued...