The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

When they arrived at the bell tower, they spotted Xing Yue in the crowd at a glance.

The old man was standing by a huge fountain, looking up at the statue in the center of the pool.

This statue is made of different stone and features a different figure than the one in the Magician's Guild. It is a more mature young man holding a sword in both hands and looking forward with a heroic look.

At the foot of the statue is a square white stone tablet with the words "Estes Kilter" written on it in the common continental language.

Miaomiao vaguely remembered that this was the king of Ernst.

Xing Yue also noticed their arrival and waved to the two of them, motioning them to come over.

Miaomiao and Chi walked closer and realized that there was another person standing next to him.

He was an unfamiliar young official, wearing a royal blue formal uniform that was out of tune with the people around him. He was thin and was completely blocked by Xing Yue's figure when viewed from the side.

At this moment, he was looking at them with a very serious look, as if he would say to them "Tell the truth" in the next second.

Miaomiao: "..."

Miaomiao cautiously took a step towards Xing Yue and asked, "Grandpa, who is this?"

Why the expression of "you are already guilty of unforgivable crimes"? Miaomiao even recalled carefully, making sure that they had not detected the presence of other people around the alley before.

Before Xing Yue could say anything, the young official stepped forward and spoke to the two of them first.

He straightened his wrinkle-free collar, straightened his back, and said in a serious manner, "I am the messenger of His Majesty the King. His Majesty has heard that the youngest third-level magician in history has appeared in the land, so he has specially ordered me to take you to the palace."

catch?

Miaomiao glanced at him and felt deeply that his temperament and aura were more suitable for interrogation than diplomacy.

How daunting.

"Do you have to go?"

The messenger nodded. "His Majesty the King has specially canceled all meetings tonight and has freed up three hours. He is looking forward to seeing you."

He and Xing Yue had been waiting here since early morning, but he didn't expect the two children to not show up.

Miaomiao: “…” This is really scary.

If he were alone, it wouldn't matter if he went. But with his grandfather here, even if he disguised himself, someone would inevitably notice him once he entered the palace.

The messenger saw them and called for the royal carriage to come and pick them up. Taking advantage of his brief absence, Miaomiao tugged at Xing Yue's sleeve and said to the old man who was looking down at him, "Grandpa, aren't you still wanted? How about Chi and I go, and you leave quickly?"

Xing Yue glanced at him and asked, "Are you scared?"

Miaomiao nodded honestly.

Xing Yue said, "There's no point in being afraid. I'll go with you two."

Miaomiao was suddenly struck by lightning.

Xing Yue snorted and laughed: "Now you know how I feel when you disobey me."

He flicked his sleeves and walked forward with brisk steps.

Miaomiao chased after him, trying to understand why her grandfather suddenly became so stubborn today. Wasn't he worried about his wanted warrant?

By the time they reached the palace, it was already completely dark. The gloomy night, like a dark silk cloth bearing a treasure, held high the dazzling golden crown.

The palace of Ernst was smaller than Miaomiao had imagined, covering an area only about the size of seven or eight magician associations. However, as the most respected symbol of a country, its luxury and grandeur were not inferior to any other building in the city.

The main structure of this palace wasn't the typical spire-roofed castle, but rather a massive golden wall reaching tens of meters high. It was densely inlaid with over nine hundred windows, each hollowed out from red sandstone and shaped like a semi-octagon, giving the entire building the appearance of an exquisite honeycomb.

Later, Miaomiao learned that behind each window here was a room used for the king's ministers or concubines to live in.

As the royal carriage approached, the spacious gate in the center of the golden wall slowly opened with a rumbling sound like thunder, revealing hundreds of soldiers holding spears and lined up in neat rows on both sides.

They were clad in heavy golden armor, a red tassel fluttering in the wind from their helmets, their presence imposing a solemn and sharp presence. Upon seeing the carriage approach, they simultaneously slammed their spears to the ground, as if they had been waiting for a moment. With a crisp, cold "dong," everyone bowed their heads, raised their hands, and clenched their fists to their chests in salute.

The road extends from the gate to the central hall.

When they reached the foot of the high stairs, the carriage finally stopped slowly. The messenger led the three people up the stairs and into the hall.

The hall was brightly lit, yet quiet and empty, as if all the defense forces were stationed outside. Of course, there were no officials, but surprisingly, not even a single attendant was to be seen.

Miaomiao looked up and saw curtains wrapped around the dragon-coiled pillars in the hall, with layers of gauze obscuring the scene in front.

Miaomiao could only look to both sides. The golden walls of the hall were covered with decorations, but they were not the common expensive treasures, but various swords with curled blades and rusty iron shields.

These items, which should have ended up in the recycling bin, were now on public display in the most important palace hall. Every day when ministers came to attend the meeting, their eyes inevitably met with them.

What a strange style.

Miaomiao became curious about His Majesty the King.

At this moment, he heard a magnetic chuckle coming from a high place far ahead.

At the same time, all the obstructing veils were pulled open to both sides in an instant, and the edges fluttered like butterflies, floating and undulating as if a goddess was dancing.

In the suddenly bright hall, the messenger beside him knelt down quickly and respectfully said, "Your Majesty, I have brought the person back to you."

His Majesty?

Miaomiao raised her head and her gaze fell on the deepest part of the hall, which was also the center.

On the magnificent golden throne with a coiled dragon holding a pearl, a young man who looked quite young with a handsome face was sitting there.

His posture was very relaxed, as if he didn't care about his image at all. One leg was bent and placed on the throne, while the other leg was stretched out casually. He looked at them with one hand supporting his chin.

In the gap between his body and the throne, there was a heavy sword leaning against the ground, almost half the size of his body. Miaomiao recognized the pattern on the scabbard as the same one on the fountain statue.

Is he the current king of Ernst, Estes Kilt?