The girl's strength was limited after all, and the training sword provided to the two heirs of the throne was not only blunt, but also light. When the nun used scissors to cut open the prince's expensive white shirt and asked Edward to move his shoulders, he found that he could still move. The wound was beaten red and swollen, looking scary, but he did not break. The young nun breathed a sigh of relief. They were like the teenager's auxiliary ritual, and they had a poor grasp of medical miracles and could only cure bruises and injuries. Even if they were left alone, they would heal themselves in one or two days.

The prince broke a little bit, washed the towel with boiling water and wiped it gently, and explained that it would be enough to reduce activities in the past few days, and at most he would wrap a bandage around his neck. Since the target was the prince, and the worried queen next to him, the nun closed his eyes and prayed silently until a light blue halo appeared between his hands.

The holy light was like a magical rag, and it disappeared without a trace when the redness and swollen touched. The prince was still young after all, and the pain disappeared and immediately regained his vitality. He clamored to "decide the victory" with his sister. The queen used her eyes to make the prince very quiet. She looked at the nun's tender face and couldn't help but think that Edward was seriously injured. What should this little girl do?

"Where has Pastor Drek been?" The queen did not intend to suppress her anger at all. Not only did she speak a bad tone, but her face was also ugly.

The nun stood up from the prince in fear, lowered his head, and folded his hands in front of his lower abdomen. "The priest has gone to the tavern, your majesty." She answered honestly.

"Public!?" The queen was furious and slapped the table with both hands, making Edward laughing and jokingly dare not speak out again.

"I heard that the elf ambassador Miss Jinyue killed someone with magic in the tavern." The nun was glad that she had two ears with good hearing and could hear more or less when others bite the ears with the priest.

I took a basin of ice water to pour her from head to toe, but it didn't work as it is now.

Prince Alexander was reluctant to come, and his daughter became a joke that she could not get married in the boudoir. She and her husband were so angry about the de facto regret of the Grand Duchy, but there was nothing she could do about it. The emperor originally wanted to send a messenger, but she stopped him. As a woman, the queen knew more about marriage than her husband. The marriage of a noble rarely started with love. Love or not may not matter, but if hatred was mixed in it... she really couldn't imagine it.

People did not discuss the royal side, but all kinds of rumors still walked through the golden iron fence and entered the palace without being hindered. Despite warning the servants repeatedly, there is no airtight wall in the world? Sooner or later, the princess will be ruined by gossip.

The uninvited elf ambassador became a timely rain, extinguishing the burning rumor. The people of the city, regardless of their wealth, were attracted by the woman with a fluttering silver hair and pointed ears. The emperor even had an idea to arrange for Victoria to visit the elf's kingdom and become the pioneer of the reconciliation of the covenant between humans and elves centuries later.

The Queen fully agrees with her husband's plan. Her daughter really needs a glorious moment and returns to the imperial social circle with a high-profile attitude.

But now, the rash ghost elves have caused such a big disaster!

She comforted her son a few words and then threw him to the nun for care. The queen had to let her husband take action quickly. No matter who the elves killed, they would have to act as if nothing had happened. Several sailors who bought drunk and visited prostitutes in low-end taverns near the dock would die. What's so great about it?

The queen's slippers were slamming on the marble floor, and the passerby quickly stood aside and bowed her head. She showed her attitude towards her son and daughter with a bowl of water.

Mr. Kapilmodi is the ambassador of the Indy Kingdom to the Empire. He has a low-key and humble personality and emphasizes harmony in everything. He exerts his attitude towards life between countries. Because of him, the Empire and Indy avoid unnecessary bloody conflicts, allowing the Empire to concentrate on extermination of the green-skinned tribes within the territory.

But today, your ambassador who is kind to others was furious and got angry, kicking down all the incense burners used for yoga.

It should have been as usual today. After finishing breakfast, the ambassador accompanied his wife to the market for a walk and visit his fellow Indy. He received a gift from the merchant. He and his wife had a beautiful meal of stewed chicken with curry. The ambassador, who had eaten too much food, turned down a wedding invitation from a capital noble to make time to do his favorite yoga.

That kind of incomparable nobleman is worthy of him? Humph, Indy is also a big country after all, and it is not a little better than the Frank that is now a pot of porridge. Kapil has sent several waves of messengers to the country to inform Frank of the recent situation. I believe that the Indys who worked as mercenaries in the Frank are also doing similar things. His Majesty the King is wise and powerful. As long as he seizes this opportunity, he lets the Turks defeat the Frank, and then both suffer from the empire, the Indy army that made a brilliant appearance can become a savior.

The more he thought about it, the more proud he became, and the difficulty of his yoga movements became, until he was interrupted by the panicked old housekeeper.

The housekeeper has followed him for many years, and no big deal will never interfere with Kapil's exercise. Could it be that prime minister? Kapil has confidence in dealing with the emperor, but is afraid of the head of civil servants. Because God knows how difficult it is to deal with the prime minister raised by this bitch. Speaking of "a bitch raised", Kapil did not scold people. The ambassador put away the unsightly "dog crawling style" and instead meditate on the blanket.

It was a false alarm, but it was just a sailor wearing a ragged clothes following the butler.

"Tell me." His voice was a bit arrogant. It was not the first time that his family was in trouble to come to ask for help. Under normal circumstances, the ambassador would leave the other party to have a meal in the servant's restaurant and give him a trip back to Indy. Kapil was indeed a good person, otherwise he would not have urged the king not to stab the empire in times of crisis.

The sailor with blood on his face was torn, not to ask for money, but to make a guest appearance as a report of the death. The ambassador's cousin Salman Modi traveled thousands of miles to visit his relatives to the empire. As soon as he arrived at the destination, he unfortunately died at the hands of a "silver-haired witch".

He smashed the incense burner and smashed several Buddhas of joy, and finally he calmed down a little.

"Where is my brother?" The ambassador glared at the sailor viciously, hoping that the other party was just a liar.

"The Mermaid Tavern by the dock, sir."

The ambassador collapsed on the blanket. He remembered that when he came to the empire to take office on a boat, he passed by a tavern with a mermaid on the sign.

"Prepare horses, Amir." He was so angry that he was furious.

"Sir?" The old butler was worried about his body and didn't want to stimulate him anymore. "The poor embryos on the boat are all lies, so I'd better go and take a look first." The butler said as he glanced at the sailor.

"Prepare the horse!" The ambassador was already yelling.

Pastor Derek rushed to the scene and happened to meet the mage and knight who were confronting in the tavern. He quickly intervened and interrupted the two nobles' game of comparing identities.

Sir Thomas is the second-in-commander of the Knights of the Church, and his position is higher than that of the teacher of the Mage Tower. I don’t know where to go. However, Helena is the daughter of Duke Victor, and is definitely not comparable to the little noble Thomas. The two stood on one side, with two deadly Indian bodies in the middle, and the scene seemed both funny and terrifying.

"Jazz." He nodded to Thomas and said hello.

"Miss." He took off the priest's signature black wide-brimmed hat and placed it on his chest.

Derek showed his third party identity with neither humble nor arrogant manner, which made the representatives of the two major forces, Knights and the Mage Tower, take a step back. The mage pulled a chair and sat down, while the jazz paced back and forth near the bar. The priest finally had the opportunity to squat down and take a good look at the body.

To be honest, he could not see the cause of death. The pastor who cared for a small church in the palace could see several dead people. Including the resurrected brave Lyon, he could not exceed the double digits. However, the devout faith in God was omnipotent, which was definitely not a lie to the empire.

The priest drew the Spear of Terra and asked the Mother of Earth to forgive him for disturbing the tranquility of the dead because he needed the truth, which was very important. Derek pressed his finger on the forehead of one of the bodies and searched for fragments of the soul in his body, so that he could feel the emotions and feelings of the deceased when he died.

The darkness surrounding the corpse was like a hand that grabbed the priest with one hand, and he fell down before he could shout.

"Wake up! Wake up!" The priest opened his eyes and saw the Jazz's gloomy face. He was moving upwards. The Duke's daughter looked down at him with a serious expression.

"What did you see?" Thomas asked him. Based on Helena's expression, the mage probably guessed the answer.

"Witchcraft." Derek gritted his teeth before he dared to repeat the word. The two unlucky people were not poked to death by broken wood or bleeding, but were scared to death by something indescribable.

"You say it again!" Helena was indeed angry. She held the staff in both hands, as if she was about to kill everyone present.

The jazz stood up immediately, pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand, and seemed to be planning to start a war on the spot. "Witchcraft" is a derogatory term, unlike "magic". Looking at the tense man and woman, Derek swallowed and modified the wording slightly.

"I think these two unfortunate people died of witchcraft, that is, magic."

Thomas turned and stared at him, Helena was almost the same, and the pastors invited from all over the world were talking nonsense! Derek bypassed the death rule that the clergy could not lie and selectively released some facts.

She shrank in the carriage and shook her maid's cloak to cover her torn skirt. She said nothing in front of the guards. How could an elf lady admit that she was thrown down by a man, and she grabbed her breasts and tore her skirt...

So she lost control and no longer beat these stinky men away by relying on the table, chair, bench, bench, bottle, jar. At the two alcoholics pressing on her body and pressing her hands, Xiyouwala screamed, and the lewd smile on her face froze instantly. Then she looked as if she was ashamed. In the end, the bartender and maid dragged her out of the dead. The elves would never use it, nor should they use necromancer spells, but Xiyouwala was a woman with a strong rebellious mentality.

She peeked at the teacher's collection of books, and now she puts what she has learned into practice.
Chapter completed!