The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

A grand banquet is held in the palace.

The musicians are playing smooth music mesmerizingly, the clowns are making fun of themselves to entertain others, and the nobles are wearing gorgeous clothes and drinking wine.

It was in such an environment that William met the host of the banquet, the ruler of the Kingdom of Bucharest—Kroso Asklepios.

Wearing a white silk robe, he looked to be of a certain age, with a gray beard and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but his body was strong, and his eyes still flashed with wisdom from time to time.

Seeing William, Closo Asklepius showed a hearty smile, opened his hands, and hugged William.

"Welcome, hero from afar!"

Although William was a little disgusted in his heart, he also responded with a decent and calm smile on his face, "Dear Your Majesty, I am very grateful for your enthusiasm. You make me feel that coming to your country is the most correct thing I have done in my life. things."

"It is also my luck to meet a strong man like you!"

The two separated, Clotho Asclepius said with a smile.

William smiled politely.

The performance of Croso Asclepius immediately attracted the secret attention of the nobles at the banquet, and they all speculated in their hearts about William's identity, and how he could be favored by the king in this way.

Closo Asklepius greeted warmly, "Mr. Zorro, are you hungry?"

"My stomach is literally telling me it's time to eat!"

"Then don't treat it badly!" Klosso Asklepius immediately said, "I have everything you want to eat here."

William was disdainful. Are there many things made by my gourmet table?

However, he still nodded to Clotho Asklepius, "Then I would like to thank His Majesty the King for his kindness first."

Closo Asklepius suddenly asked his servants to bring over various delicacies, "Mr. Zuo Luo, try this dish...it's a specialty of our place!"

"Then I really want to taste it..." The magic mirror has detected that there is no problem with the food, so William naturally continued to pretend.

A feast is enjoyed by both the host and the guests.

It took a few hours for the bustle to end!

William's face was slightly red, his eyes were a little drunk and blurred, and he followed Clotho Asclepius to the backyard of the palace.

A guard with an ordinary face and an average figure brought over two servings of steaming black tea, and then stood faithfully beside the king.

William rolled his eyes, thoughtfully, and asked, "Your Majesty, everything cannot be hidden from your eyes. But please forgive my infinite curiosity, how did you know I'm coming?"

William wanted to know what this Clotho Asclepius knew, how much he knew about him?

This has been making William uneasy!

Unexpectedly, Clotho Asclepius smiled inscrutably, and said, "The wind told me."

"wind?"

"Yes. The wind will bring messages from afar! Listen carefully, and you will hear the words of the wind." Clotho Asclepius smiled happily.

"I'm not as capable as you, Your Majesty the King!" William laughed dryly, but cursed inwardly, "Old fox."

At this time, Croso Asclepius didn't want to get entangled in this topic, and asked, "Mr. Zorro, I have a small question, I wonder if you can help me?"

"Speak, Your Majesty."

"A few months ago, Mr. Luo, weren't you in the Tataria League? What made you come to my country?"

"Your Majesty the King, didn't Feng tell you the answer?" William replied half tentatively and half mockingly.

"It's a pity! Feng'er only told me about your arrival, but Feng'er couldn't figure out your thoughts!" Klosso Asclepius said, looking at William seriously.

With this sincere expression, William almost believed it.

He sneered in his heart,

With a calm expression on his face, he said, "Oh, that's right."

William suddenly felt moved, and took the opportunity to tell his purpose, "Your Majesty the King, in fact, I came here to find a treasure."

"What treasure?"

"Golden apples!"

"Golden apples?" Clotho Asclepius' eyes flashed with astonishment.

"Yes. Your Majesty the King, there is no more knowledgeable person in this country than you. May I ask if you know the whereabouts of this treasure? I will be very grateful!" William raised his eyes and asked.

"This is a treasure in the mythology, far in the age of mythology before the Lord of the Holy Light came!" Klosso Asklepius gave William a meaningful look and said.

"Yes! I heard it is!" William nodded.

"This is an ominous thing. In myths and legends, the golden apple once caused disputes among the three goddesses, and even caused a war!"

"There is such a thing?" William said, pretending to be shocked.

Klosso Asklepios, who kept William's expression in his eyes, smiled a little smugly, and said, "It was a wedding banquet between a human hero and a sea goddess. Many gods were invited at that time, and only one The goddess of disputes, Eris, was not invited!"

"Great Eris felt offended, so he came uninvited, and without a word, left a golden apple at the wedding feast, on which it was written To the most beautiful goddess!"

"At that time, the three goddesses with the highest god level and the most beautiful beauty, Hera, the mother of the gods, Athena, the goddess of wisdom, and Venus, the god of love and beauty, all quarreled endlessly over this."

"Zeus, king of the gods, then let a prince of men judge."

"The prince finally chose Venus, the god of love and beauty, because the god of love promised the prince the most beautiful woman in the world."

"The seeds of tragedy are planted here!"

"Hera and Athena were very angry and determined to destroy the city of Troy where the prince was!"

"This is the beginning of a protracted war."

Clotho Asclepius narrated, with a gentle and contagious voice, and when William listened to his words, it seemed as if a scene of the feast of the gods appeared in front of his eyes.

"Ah, mighty Zorro, are you still willing to continue searching for such an unknown thing?" Kroso Asklepios said finally, and asked William.

"Yes, Your Majesty, people always have something to pursue! Otherwise, life will be empty, and life will be meaningless!" William bowed and saluted aristocratically.

"To be alive? Meaning? Mr. Zorro, your understanding of life surprised me, an old man who is about to go to the embrace of the Lord of the Holy Light!" Kroso Asklepius looked thoughtfully in his eyes.

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