"What country is this? The thief is so powerful that he can enter and exit the palace freely. Or they are the guests invited by His Majesty the King, it is such a hospitable country." Princess Xiya said indignantly. Her voice was so loud that she could hear it clearly outside the small living room.

"Okay, okay, what can I buy in Frank? In a few days, I will take Mrs. Milian to the jewelry store to check it out. Isn't it enough to buy a new necklace you like?" Prince Henride deceived him.

Suddenly, he blinked strangely at his sister.

"I'm so exhausted. I always have to pretend. Brother, have you never considered my image? Those old women all thought I was a shrew from the countryside." His princess complained.

Prince Henride did not answer his sister's words. He turned his head and asked at the old man, "Master, is anyone secretly peeking at us again this time?"

"Yes, Your Highness, a harrier was squatting under the eaves of the church opposite. Our every move could not escape its eyes. In the collection room downstairs, there was also a gentleman who was leaning against the receiver, trying to record our conversation without missing a word." The old man nodded with a smile.

"Can you guarantee that there are no hidden holes in my bedroom and bathroom for peeping?" Princess Xiya asked.

"Your Highness Princess, how many times do you want me to guarantee that you will believe it?" The old man still had a smile on his face.

"I will never forget that you asked me to attack that guy in the Bart Forest. You didn't tell me that this disgusting guy hid his whistle in his pocket behind his butt." The little girl said unyieldingly.

"Okay, Xiya, stop making trouble, it's important to say serious things." The young prince quickly stopped him.

"Master, look, what happened today? I remember you once said that a young man has extraordinary talent. He has even mastered the magical 'Resonance of Wind', but his power is not as strong as other magicians. The burned magician Posso, as far as I know, is a high-level magician." The prince asked.

"The young man held a powerful magic weapon in his hand. This magic weapon was able to restrain the power of the magician Posso. Your Highness, what I am more interested in is the power of the two firebirds being bound and destroyed. If I was not wrong, the two firebirds are the masterpieces of the palace magician Vach, one of the six magicians in the Kingdom of Vach Francis. His power is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary magicians."

"He has even been able to change the fire spirit into its substantial form. With the ability to manipulate fire magic, the Vach Magic can probably be called unparalleled in the world. With my knowledge, I have never heard of any power that can confine the fire spirit in its substantial form, destroy it with water magic, and use magic barriers to block it on the periphery. This is the most common practice I know."

The old man frowned and thought. He dug deep into his brain all the memories he had, trying his best to find a basis for explaining everything.

"Master, can you figure everything out by using your power to do a 'spiritual wandering'?" asked the prince.

"Your Highness, I have already conducted a 'spiritual wandering', but that powerful magic weapon prevented me from entering a higher level of spiritual awareness world." The old man sighed and said.

"The World of Spiritual Awareness?" Princess Xiya finally found something that interests her.

"Your Highness, the so-called spiritual world is equivalent to the passage of the mind. In a sense, spiritual magicians, summoners, necromancers and our prophet masters are all people with the same power, but when we open the spiritual channel, it is different in nature. Spirit magicians and summoners can only open the spiritual channel that is synchronized with time. Their practice is as if they are forcibly breaking the door and controlling everything. What the necromancers open is the door to the world of wiseness. Their nature is no different from the tomb robbers. The burial objects buried in the tomb become the treasures they collect. As for the prophet master, we can open the spiritual channel to the past and the future. As long as the person who was selected as the target at a certain moment in the past or in the future, what have you ever thought about, the prophet master can find it in the long river of time, and quietly open a window of the soul to peek at everything inside." The old man explained carefully.

"Wow, Master, it turns out that the thing you did was exactly the same as the little thief who stole my necklace." The little girl immediately pointed at the old man and screamed in surprise.

The old man and His Highness the Prince were so amused and cryed by this unruly princess.

"Master, what happened to that magic weapon?" the prince asked.

"Since someone can open the passage of the soul, there is naturally a way to close it. Spiritual magic, the power of the gods, the power of darkness and barriers can all do this. The magic weapon tightly seals all the passages to the young man's mind." The old man replied.

"That magic weapon is so powerful, is it best to get it?" Princess Xiya asked, looking over, her expression indeed seemed to be eager to try.

"It's better not to have troubles. I have a premonition that those southerners will be of great help to us, and being enemies with them is an extremely dangerous thing. Have you forgotten that person you saw in the Bart Forest? The man who has the same strength as Foster but walks in the dark?" the old man asked with a serious expression.

Princess Xiya couldn't help but gasp when she thought of the ghost-like killer.

"I just forgot to say that in addition to magical power, those who close the spiritual channel can also be achieved through spiritual and will cultivation. That killer is one of the characters I cannot peek at. His inner world seems to be frozen by ice, and it is also like a bottomless abyss." The old man said.

"So, how should we do it? Please give me some advice." The prince said sincerely.

"Your Highness, for the moment, the best way is to get closer to those people. You should also see that in recent times, those people will become one of the most eye-catching stars in Frank. The wealth, powerful power and the relationship between the Holy See. All of this has made the wealthy families of Frank listed the list of Serthborg. At this time, we might as well get involved." The old man said with a smile.

Prince Henride nodded and said, "I will prepare immediately."

"Your Highness, you don't have to be anxious. There are many ways to get closer. What you want to use now is an inefficient one. In the future, those southerners may be busy dealing with invitations from all aspects all day long. Your invitation is just icing on the cake for them. What's more, when we met them in the Bart Forest, we had an unpleasant meeting. It may not be easy to resolve this knot." The old man stopped him.

"Master, then what do you think?" the prince asked sincerely again.

"Let Your Highness serve as the plenipotent representative, this will be the most suitable choice." The old man said while stroking his beard.

Prince Henride glanced at his sister who was eager to try and shook his head slightly. Although he had always admired the wisdom of the old man, he did not agree with this matter. No one knew this precious sister better than him. His noble, the willful princess, never took anything to heart. Even if it was closely related to the interests of the country, was just a fun and not fun game in her eyes. Just like this time when he was on a mission to the Kingdom of Francis, this girl actually regarded such a major diplomatic mission as an interesting hike. The trouble she caused along the way was definitely no less than that of the sinister and cunning Prince Phillips.

The old man was obviously very clear about the prince’s thoughts. He smiled and said softly: “Your Highness, if I guess correctly, His Highness’s necklace is in the hands of a subordinate of the Lord of the Lord of the Castle of Seth. This is the best excuse to approach the Lord of the Castle of Seth.”

"At the same time, it is also the best excuse for those guys to dare not avoid me. As long as I seize this handle, I can send the southerners at will. When a certain time comes, my brother will stand up and act as a peacemaker. When I send an invitation, the weight will be different. Isn't it? Master." The princess immediately understood the old man's consciousness. She suddenly realized that this was an extremely interesting game. The little girl began to think about how to squeeze the southerners, but before that, she wanted to see the bold thief.

Seeing his sister's look of being so beautiful, Prince Henride knew that it was too late to stop him, so he had to shake his head helplessly.

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Under the eaves of the church in the distance, a harrier hawk was squatting. The sharp eyes of the harrier hawk were staring at the palace in the distance. From the window, you could clearly see everything in the small living room, and even clearly see the twitching of the muscles on everyone's face. Although you could not hear any sound at all, from the twists of the muscles and the changes in the mouth shape, it could roughly guess what the people in the small living room were saying.

The Kingdom of Delizhi was interested in Seth Castle and wanted to use money to buy the lord's heir. This was definitely important news. However, in comparison, the prophet said that behind the lord's heir of Seth Castle, a superb spell magician secretly helped, which was even more important information.

Seeing Deli Zhiren walking out of the small living room, the harrier eagle flapping its wings and flew towards the outskirts.

Prince Henride approached the window and looked at the harrier hawk that was leaving. The one standing beside him was the magician Og. They had never left the small living room just now. What the harrier hawk saw from beginning to end was just the phantom set by magician Og.

"I actually read it wrong. Hey, I'm old." The old man sighed and said.

"Master, what are you referring to?" the prince asked.

"I originally thought that the harrier was a creature controlled by the summoner, but I didn't expect that it was actually transformed from humans." The old man said.

"Transformation?" the prince asked in surprise.

"Well, I didn't expect that there were people who were proficient in this ancient witchcraft. It flew to the suburbs, and it should be the subordinates of Prince Phillips. When did the prince recruit such subordinates?" the old man frowned and said.

"Is the transformation technique very powerful?" asked the prince.

"Compared with summoning techniques, transformation techniques are much harder to guard against. A magician who is proficient in transformation techniques can become various creatures, birds, reptiles, beasts and swimming fish. It is much easier to deceive the creatures controlled by the summoner, and it is difficult to deceive the magician who uses transformation techniques to become animals. Fortunately, I have set up a tight magic array here, otherwise I might have seen through it." The old man said.

"By the way, Master, what would happen if I used a slingshot to shoot that bird down? That magician died?" asked Princess Xiya.

The old man turned his head to look at His Highness. He was indeed such a princess. The slingshot seemed to be a boy's toy, and few girls were interested in it.

"Your Highness, you are right. The weakness of transformation is that after becoming an animal, magicians are easily damaged. Therefore, magicians who are proficient in transformation often learn some life-saving tricks. Just like me, although I am a prophet, I will also have illusion magic that is not good at both hands." The old man said with a smile.

"Why are Prince Phillips's men all have magicians with strange habits?" Princess Shia complained.

"The magicians are all strange people, aren't they?" the old man laughed at himself.

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In a small villa in the suburbs, the windows on the fourth floor were wide open, and a harrier flew directly in. When the harrier fell on the floor, a thick smoke suddenly emerged from under its feet. When the smoke dissipated, the harrier flew back to its human form.

It was a middle-aged man in his forties. Because he had been immersed in magic research for many years, his muscles had long deteriorated to a large extent.

The middle-aged man took out his clothes from the closet next to him. He put on his clothes and glasses. No one could see that the thin but elegant scholar-like figure in front of him was actually a magician. His snow-white shirt was paired with black velvet vest, his lower body was wearing a pair of light gray pants, and a dress of the same color was worn on the outside. This was Frank's usual outfit everywhere.

From the upstairs, his subordinates were already full of his subordinates in the living room.

"Earl Darkru, His Highness the Prince has sent Mr. Sero to help you." A man dressed like a housekeeper walked up to him and said.

"Hmph, what should I do if this betrayer who is not good enough to do anything? A magician has already died because of his reasons. Does the prince still believe such a person?" a subordinate snorted coldly.

"Shut up your mouth, don't say such things. If you want to complain, hide in the room. But in public, I will hear words of dissatisfaction with Sel's, and that person will find his new home in the cemetery next to the church." The count said coldly.

He walked around the living room and finally sat on the sofa in the center.

"Of course, I will not force you to cooperate with Selle, but you will never allow fighting in the nest. Now we are in danger. Do you think Francis XVI know that we are here? Do you think Rabel is a blind old dog? Our every move cannot be hidden at all. Everyone knows that we are here. The reason why we are not moved is because the time has not come. Since the Prince sent Sellele, there is naturally his reason. Sellele is indeed very strong, and none of you are qualified to be his opponent." The Count scolded with a stern face.

Those subordinates stood there and dared not speak. The Count rarely was so strict, but once he said it, it would definitely be fulfilled. Although everyone had complaints about Sel'ert, they would never dare to show any dissatisfaction again.

"Is there any news about Mary?" asked the Earl.

"Miss Mary hasn't contacted us for two days. I'm very worried that she has been smelled by the old dog Rabel." The housekeeper replied cautiously.

"Label is not a reckless person. He likes to take off big fish in a long line and will never move Mary casually. However, there has been no movement for two days. This is indeed a bit abnormal. Send someone to investigate and see what happened." The count said.

"Sir, why don't we use the hidden threads arranged in the capital, but let our people investigate. If Rabel discovers it, wouldn't even Miss Mary be exposed?" the housekeeper asked in confusion.

"For this action, the prince handed me the list of hidden threads he had arranged in the capital for many years. However, I don't know these hidden threads. It is better not to use them randomly for those who don't know the details." The count replied.

The butler knew the Count's temper very well, but the Count was a cautious person.

"By the way, you ask the priest to come to me once in the evening. I have something to do and ask him to tell His Highness the Prince." said Count Darklu.

After saying that, the counts stood up and walked towards the door, where a carriage was parked outside.

The carriage made of pine wood is painted with brown red paint, wide spoked wheels, high bases, and narrow doors inlaid with glass. This is a carriage that wealthy merchants like to ride in the capital.

After getting on the car, the count knocked on the partition in front and ordered: "I want to go to the Duke of Focos's residence, but I have to go to Leming Avenue to buy some gifts first. Paul, after arriving Leming Avenue, you can go slowly along the left side of the avenue."

"Yes, master." The coachman replied.
Chapter completed!