"Oh, don't be so nervous, dear princess, I'm not Kirwin. The old man smiled and raised his hands to show that he was not hostile.

He was none other than Isolt, who had just returned from outside.

There was no doubt that he felt the energy fluctuations of the portal, so he wanted to come over and see what was going on.

As a result, I didn't expect to run into such a ridiculous thing.

"You...... Are you Master Isolt?" Princess Vilia clearly recognized the other, her pupils revealing surprise and excitement, but quickly turned into suspicion.

Sensing the girl's violent mood swings, Isolt sat down nonchalantly and responded in a slightly hoarse voice, "That's right! Long time no see, Your Royal Highness the Princess. Time flies, and I vaguely remember the last time I saw you, you were a little girl in your early tens, and you were so mischievous that it gave His Majesty a headache. But now she's a slim and beautiful girl. ”

"Why are you here......?"

"That's right, I joined Kerwin and was one of his most important partners. ”

Before the princess could finish speaking, Isolt replied in the affirmative.

"Why, why did you betray the kingdom?" asked Vilia angrily and loudly.

She couldn't dream that even the old man in front of her, who had never been interested in war and politics, had become an enemy of her father and even the whole country.

"Where there are so many whys. Remember, in the adult world, many times there is no choice. Although it is not what I want to see where things have come to this point, since we have made a choice, we must stay the course. Unfortunately, Your Highness, your family is about to lose its centuries-long glory and go into decline, or even perish. No one can undo this, not your father, nor can the dukes who are accustomed to being high. Isolt said the truth with emotion.

"No way! You dream! Rebels will not succeed! Nobles and people stand with the royal family! You are the public enemies of the whole kingdom! My father and the dukes will join forces to defeat your ambitions!" Vilia quickly retorted.

Despite the paleness of this rebuttal, she still has a hint of naivety, hoping that one or more heroes will step up and turn the tide, as described in the story.

Unfortunately, the root cause of the beautiful and touching story is that it is not true.

The truth is often cruel, and almost all the victors in history have used a lot of thick and black means to secretly stumble on their opponents, even at the expense of the interests and lives of the people at the bottom as bargaining chips.

Isolt didn't take the girl's retort too seriously, but just shook her head disapprerovingly: "Forget it, if this makes you feel better, then please continue to be optimistic." But the result will be the opposite of what you expected. ”

Obviously, the more he had this attitude, the more Princess Vilia had a bad premonition in her heart, hesitated for a moment, and immediately cautiously probed: "Who is the master mentioned by Kirwin?"

"Master, who told you!" Isolt's pupils contracted suddenly, and the powerful magic began to spread inadvertently in all directions, causing the girl great pressure.

"Yes...... It was he who mentioned it when he was talking to a young man. Princess Vilia was undoubtedly starting to breathe a little, and she slammed off everything she knew.

"Is it Aardens?

Isolt subconsciously frowned, thinking about whether the sudden appearance of his former apprentice at this time was a private act or was instructed by his master.

"Who is the master?is he spying on the land of the kingdom?" Feeling the pressure gradually disappear, Princess Vilia once again took the initiative to ask.

"Spy on the land of the kingdom?hahahaha! You have succeeded in making me laugh! No, my innocent princess, the master has far more power than you think. If he really wanted the land, he could even destroy all the countries in just a few months and unify the entire continent. In fact, he was just doing some interesting experiments, and as for annexing the kingdom, it was Kirwin's own ambition and desire. Isolt laughed and made a figurative analogy.

You must know that he has personally seen how Zhang Cheng created monsters with spell-like abilities out of thin air, and he has also seen the steel puppet assembly workshop located under the magic tower.

In the face of that kind of incomparable power, let alone mere mortals, even when the gods come, they have to kneel down obediently and surrender.

The premise, of course, is that the gods served by the various chaotic religions really exist.

Upon hearing this, Princess Vilia immediately pleaded: "Please, take me to him, I want to see him!"

"See you, master?" Isolt raised an eyebrow, a scrutinizing look on her face.

If it was another request, he might agree to it for the sake of his old feelings, but he didn't feel that he had such qualifications to bring a stranger to see Zhang Cheng.

"Why, can't you?" said Princess Vilia, blinking innocently.

On the one hand, she wanted to complete the task given to her by her father and the duke, and on the other hand, she wanted to escape the place as soon as possible, out of Kirwin's control, otherwise she would start having nightmares as soon as she closed her eyes.

Isolt sensed the other man's trick, touched the beard on her chin and pondered for a moment, and soon I stood up and said, "Okay! I can help you once! But only this time! I would like to remind you that in front of your master, you had better put away all your self-righteous cleverness, and not to think that the status and beauty of a princess are dependent. In fact, in the eyes of the master, you and I are no different from ants on the ground that can be trampled to death at any time. ”

"Yes, I swear!" Princess Vilia hastened to reassure.

But what he thinks in the bottom of his heart, I'm afraid only he and she know.

After all, the habits and temperament accumulated over the years cannot be changed casually.

It's like the declining aristocracy of Europe at the end of the nineteenth century on Earth, who had already begun to fall from a great place in a roller coaster ride, but still put on a sense of so-called aristocratic superiority all day long, and honestly thought that they were nobler than those merchants and capitalists who were full of copper smell.

In particular, the bloodline, which is regarded as life, must not be allowed to be tarnished in the slightest, even if a large number of close unions lead to the frequent occurrence of various terrible diseases.

"I hope so, come with me. Isolt glanced meaningfully at the other and stood up to unleash the teleportation spell, opening a portal to the Magic Tower.

As one of the first few to take refuge, he had direct access to the Tower's teleportations.

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