The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

"Liszt!" The old king Philip met the little prince alone in his bedroom.

"My father!" In this quiet environment, the little prince Liszt was still a little restrained.

"Relax, my Majesty the King. After today, in this country, except for the wishes of the Holy Light, no one can make you lower your noble head!" The old king said to the little prince Liszt with a weak smile.

The little prince Liszt was silent for a moment, and said, "Okay, Your Majesty."

"Hehe..." Old King Philip smiled, looking at this room, his eyes became complicated, he was lost in thought for a while before he came to his senses, and said, "Liszt, my youngest child, I didn't expect You finally took this position, but since it was His will, then I will respect this result."

"He? Father, I don't understand." Liszt's little prince frowned, and a sense of uneasy feeling appeared in his heart.

"Hehe, you'll understand later, Liszt, this is something that King Swak will know, derived from the secrets of our ancestors." The old king took a breath and said.

Hearing this, the little prince Liszt closed his mouth and looked at his father with doubts.

The old king didn't seem to see the eager gaze of the future king, but fell into the memory, muttering in his mouth.

"Liszt, did you know that this house was once the place where my father lived, and it was also the place where my grandfather's father lived. Every king of the Swak Kingdom lived here, don’t you think it’s strange? ?"

Before the little prince Liszt could answer, the old king Philip said to himself, "Because here is the biggest secret of our family!"

"Come with me." Old King Philip walked to the corner with a cane and opened the entrance to the secret room.

Seeing this scene, the little prince Liszt froze for a moment, and immediately followed the old king in silence.

The old king took a strong breath and took the future king Liszt into the secret realm. Under the protection of the shield formed by the iron ring, the old king Philip looked at the half body exuding awe-inspiring aura and began Tell the little prince Liszt the biggest secret of the entire royal family.

"Liszt, our ancestor was just the son of an ordinary sheep-herd at the beginning. Do you know why you can create a country from nothing?"

"Because of it?" The little prince Liszt was just short-sighted and admitted death, but it didn't mean he was stupid.

"Yes, because of him!" The old king had a look of remembrance, "His name is Sphinx!"

The little prince Liszt looked stunned. He was not unfamiliar with this name, but what he didn't expect was that a monster that existed in the rumors, his body actually existed under the place where he had lived for more than ten years.

"He is dead. When our ancestors accidentally got his body, it was already what it is now."

"Although he has been dead for thousands of years, the magical power is still entwined on his body."

"His feathers!"

"You took his feather, Liszt, tell me how you feel?" Old King Philip suddenly asked the little prince Liszt.

The little prince froze for a moment, and began to recall the situation of the feathers in his mind, and said uncertainly, "It seems that his mind is clearer and his thinking is much more active."

"Yes, you are right. Our ancestors also discovered this. Holding his feathers can make people smarter."

"Being smart?!" said the old king, and the little prince Liszt looked back and seemed to think there was such a thing.

"Haha..." Old King Philip suddenly sneered and said, "Of course, smart people will do stupid things. For example, your two brothers don't take the test down, but they think about these tricks. ."

The little prince Liszt was silent. He knew that from the beginning, he was not the first candidate for the throne in the eyes of the old king.

After the old king finished speaking, his chest rose and fell several times, and it took a while to calm down, and he continued to tell Liszt the biggest secret of the family, "Smart people, holding these feathers, will become smarter."

"Our ancestors, relying on the feathers of Sphinx, went from being an ordinary civilian to becoming a knight, establishing a family, and then through the efforts of several generations of the family, and finally expanding into a nation! This is our Swak Kingdom. !"

"Liszt, if you look at the history of our family, you will find that there have been tyrannical lords, greedy princes, and fornicating kings in the history of the family, but there has never been a stupid ruler. That's why!" Old King Philip said proudly.

"It's all because of Him!"

The little Prince Liszt's eyes were fiery.

"Of course, it's not without a price!" Old King Philip's words calmed the little Prince Liszt. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"What's the price?" Liszt asked the little prince immediately.

"Hehe..." Old King Philip smiled weird again. "You said, how can a mortal body get close to God? Even if he is not a true god?"

"God? Holy Light..." The little Prince Liszt's face suddenly changed.

If heard by the people of the Holy See, the Lord of Light, this is blasphemy!

More seriously, this is enough to send the entire Swak royal family to the court of the Holy See, especially the Demon Apostle King incident that happened a few years ago. The Holy Light of the Holy See oversees all kingdoms and nobles on the mainland. It has become much stricter.

"So you have to keep a secret, otherwise, your soul won't be able to go to the kingdom of the Lord of Light after you die." Old King Philip said indifferently and calmly.

The little prince Liszt’s mood was difficult to calm for a long time, "You haven't said the price yet, father!"

"This is the price!" Old King Philip raised his hand and showed Liszt the iron ring in his hand.

"This is a blood vessel refined by a powerful wizard for our family. It allows us to resist his power, and to get close to his corpse for a short time and take off his feathers, and we only need to pay for our health. In other words, our life span!" Old King Philip said.

"Life?" The little prince Liszt looked at the dying look of the old king, his face turned particularly ugly.

"That's the price, Liszt, and, every once in a while, we must take off his feathers, otherwise..." The words of Old King Philip made Liszt's heart beat again.

"Otherwise, He will slowly recover!"

"Isn't he dead?" The little prince Liszt was startled.

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