Chapter 801: The Kingdom of Witches and the Seventeen Associations
Your father? Former king? ! ? !
After hearing the Freckles Prince's answer, the Luojian Shaman in charge of the reception couldn't help being shocked, and almost his eyes popped out.
Didn’t it mean that the old king was too sick to get out of bed and couldn’t come? He wasn’t even on the personnel list I got! Why did he drag his sick body over here?
This... if the old king rushes over suddenly, it is a trivial matter if he does not prepare the corresponding ceremonial guards and reception specifications. What if he accidentally dies of illness here and dies with His Majesty the Witch King? It’s so big! ! !
"Is His Majesty Westeros here too?"
After glancing at the boarding tower at the back and not seeing the "seriously ill old king", the Logian shaman couldn't help but look at the freckled prince. , asked with nervous eyes:
"Dare I ask how your Majesty is in health in Westeros? Do you need it?" Need... No! Please wait a moment, I’ll go find the witch doctor right away!” Leon glanced at Joshua, who was already numb on the road, and explained with a somewhat troubled expression:
"His Majesty Westeros is not here. Joshua just called me."
It turns out he is not here!
After hearing the first half of Leon's words, the originally tense body of the Logian shaman suddenly relaxed a lot as if he was relieved. After all, if the old king really died of illness on the way to the mission, then Just...
Wait a minute!
After playing it over and over in his mind several times to confirm that he had indeed heard it correctly, the black and green paint on Luojian Shaman’s face suddenly twisted uncontrollably, and then he stared blankly. Asked:
"His Royal Highness Joshua... was calling you just now? He... he called you father?!?!"
"Yes."
"..."
What a piece of shit you are! Is this a fucking problem that can be solved with just a yes?
Looking at Leon who nodded and recognized the title, and then looked at Joshua who looked decadent, Luo Jian, who had become a great shaman at the age of only thirty-five, only felt that he His head felt as if he was being suffocated by a totem pole, and his whole mind was blown away by the overwhelming amount of information.
You...he...you married his sister, but he calls you daddy? The hierarchy of your kingdom is different from that of all other kingdoms. Can you recognize it casually?
Also, isn’t His Highness Joshua hostile to you?
When I came here, the president specially told me to test the attitude of His Highness Joshua toward you and see how he, who is related to our shaman society, treats you and Veroni. What does Queen Ka think, and is she prepared to resist you?
So I just asked you separately and asked Prince Joshua if he was "together" with you, but you... this is more than just being together or not! Even dad recognizes this! ! !
“Okay, let’s get down to business first!”
Due to the restrictions of [Bedtime Story], he could not say anything that would "destroy the character". Leon really didn't know how to explain the father-son relationship between himself and Joshua, so he had to maintain the character of the evil prince, with a face He urged impatiently:
"How did you do the reception? Can you waste my time like this?"
"I...I'm sorry, I just didn't expect..."
After being scolded by Leon, the Logian shaman who was shocked by what he discovered finally came back to his senses, and then joined hands and He stepped forward and followed the guide path:
"Please follow me, the sled to the inner courtyard is ready."
"Yeah."
After snorting from his nose with an attitude that suited his personality, Leon took the timid maid, the dozing guard, and his brutal and arrogant son on a seat. An oversized sleigh waiting on the roadside.
After Lyon and his party sat down in the sleigh, the Logian shaman, who looked extremely complicated, picked up the wooden whistle hanging on his chest as if he had seen a ghost, and headed towards the two teams in front of the sled. The tall moose blew twice.
“Beep! Beep!”
“Puff! Puff!”
Following the movements of the Logian shaman, a high-pitched and clear whistle and the dull and rich snort of the moose sounded at the same time. The red sled, wider than the eight-person carriage, was dragged by two teams of nearly three-meter-high moose. It floated directly from the street.
"Ah!" She didn't expect that the sled would fly up and crash... The maid couldn't help but screamed, and quickly reached out and grabbed the handle next to the seat.
Then, the huge sled rose rapidly in her panic, and soon passed through the low clouds above the Secret City, and came to another area full of people. Strange venue for flying objects.
A tall flying horse with two wings on its back, a huge leaf that can carry several adults, a colorful magic carpet woven from some kind of thatch, a hollow wooden pillar covered with oil paint and carvings...< br>
All kinds of messy flying props, supported by some weird power, floated above the clouds without any hindrance, flying to different destinations in various weird ways.
"This...how can these people fly? They all have abnormal objects?"
"Humph, it's just flying. When we find the witch who wrote to me, we can take down the entire witch. After entering the country, I will move all of this back!”
After being forced to make a statement that suited his personality, the evil one Prince Lyon explained to his maid angrily:
“Although the country of witches is called the country of witches, there are actually very few witches in it. Basically, there are only the lineage of the Great Witch King, and more are various associations. It is also the only country among the Twelve Kingdoms that does not belong to the 'ordinary people'."
"Association?"
"It is a secret organization that is formed by those people who do not rely on sudden changes in abnormal objects, but who have mastered some mysterious powers on their own. They have gathered over a long period of time and established themselves."< br>
After briefly explaining the meaning of association, Leon looked back at the other sled that was following him, and then pointed at the Luo who was sitting in the sled. Ji'an Shaman said:
"For example, the Luojian Shaman who just came to pick us up is a high-ranking member of the Shaman Association, and for an association as big as the Shaman Association, there are a total of seventeen in the country of witches. Family, the joint council composed of the presidents of these seventeen major associations is the highest authority organization in the country of witches.”
That’s it...
After listening to the answer from "Senior Lyon", Miss Chuangpo couldn't help but exclaimed, and the sleepy guard who was woken up also became energetic for the first time. He opened the window and asked curiously:
" Here... Your Majesty, how many associations are there in the Kingdom of Witches?”
“Why do you have so many problems?”
According to the personality? After yelling at Ma Meimei, the evil prince Leon said with a displeased look on his face:
“According to what I checked before coming here, there are about thirty or so associations in the Kingdom of Witches, but privately The total number of those weird secret societies and underground societies is estimated to be over a hundred, and the total number of people who have mastered the mysterious power cannot be counted
It's just that even for witches, numerology, curses, secret contracts, spiritual numbers... these big associations, the intensity of the mysterious power they control is very low. Most of them can't even compare to the most ordinary third-level cleaners. Only those few... …Hold on tight! ”
During Lyon’s reminder, I didn’t know what went wrong. The sled that was running smoothly suddenly tilted to the left, and an angry female voice immediately came from the front left.
“Hey! Just watch it! ”
Leon, who had stabilized his body, turned his head and looked around, and then found with some speechlessness that the thatched flying carpet that had been floating in the distance had come closer to the sled at some point, and the moose pulling it had Probably because he was hungry, he was biting the grass under his butt. The grass flying carpet jerked violently.
Probably noticing Leon's gaze, the driver of the sled couldn't help but tense up, and hurriedly whipped the moose a few times, and then finally pulled it away from the grass flying carpet. Pulled back from the side.
The hooded woman sitting on the flying carpet, after reacting to the anger of having her flying carpet chewed, probably recognized the exclusive mark on the sled, and flew away in despair before the coachman could say anything.
“Sorry.”
After barely solving the “traffic accident”, the driver apologized nervously:
“The lady slowed down too suddenly. I didn’t have time to turn around, and I specially fed it before coming here, but I don’t know what happened to this beast...”
“Yeah”
After waving his hand impatiently to signal the coachman to shut up, Evil Prince Leon stared at the woman's running back, frowning in confusion.
Although the woman just concealed herself very well, she did look at me with a strange surprise, as if she had found some treasure... Could someone be instigating her to find me?
(End of this chapter)