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 cautious.

"Relax, Your Majesty the King. After today, in this country, except for the will 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.

Little Prince Liszt was silent for a while, and said, "Okay, Your Majesty the King."

"Hehe..." The old King Philip smiled, looking at the room, his eyes became complicated, and he fell into deep thought for a while before he came back to his senses and said, "Liszt, my youngest child, I didn't expect It was you who took this position in the end, but since it is His will, then I will respect this result."

"Him? Father, I don't understand." Little Prince Liszt frowned, and a sense of uneasiness for no reason emerged in his heart.

"Hehe, you will understand later, Liszt, this is something that the king of Swaziland will know, and it comes from the secret of our ancestors." The old king said after taking a breath.

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

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

"Liszt, do you know that this house used to be the place where my father lived, and it was also the place where my grandfather's father lived. Every king of the Svak Kingdom has lived here, don't you find it strange? ?”

Before the little Prince Liszt could answer, the old King Philip said to himself, "Because here lies the biggest secret of our family!"

"Come with me." Leaning on crutches, old King Philip walked to the corner and opened the entrance to the secret room.

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

The old king took a deep breath and led 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 corpse exuding an awe-inspiring and inviolable aura, and began to Tell the little prince Liszt the biggest secret of the entire royal family.

"Liszt, our ancestor was just an ordinary son of a shepherd. Do you know why a country can be created from nothing?"

"Because of it?" Little Prince Liszt was just short-sighted and admitted to death, but it didn't mean he was stupid.

"Yes, because of Him!" The old king had a nostalgic look on his face, "His name is Sphinx!"

The little Prince Liszt looked stunned. He was no stranger to this name, but what he didn't expect was that the corpse of a rumored monster existed under the place where he had lived for more than ten years.

"He is already dead. When our ancestors got his body by accident, it already looked like this."

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

"His feathers!"

"You took His feather, Liszt, tell me how you feel?" Old King Philip suddenly asked Little Prince Liszt.

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

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

"Get smarter?!" The old king said this, and the little prince Liszt seemed to think that there was such a thing in retrospect.

"Hehe..." Old King Philip suddenly sneered and said, "Of course, smart people also do stupid things. For example, your two elder brothers did not complete the test in a down-to-earth manner, but thought of these tricks .”

Little Prince Liszt was silent. He knew that from the very beginning, he was not the first candidate for the throne in the old king's mind.

After the old king finished speaking, his chest heaved several times,

It took a while to calm down, and continued to tell Liszt the biggest secret of the family, "Smart people, holding these feathers, will become even smarter."

"Our ancestors, relying on the feathers of the Sphinx, became a knight from an ordinary commoner, established a family, and through the efforts of several generations of the family, they finally expanded into a country! This is our Svakian Kingdom !"

"Liszt, if you look at the history of our family, you will find that there have been tyrannical lords, greedy lords, and promiscuous kings in the family history, but there has never been a stupid ruler in power. This is the reason!" Old King Philip said proudly.

"It's all because of Him!"

The little prince Liszt heard that with fiery eyes.

"Of course, it's not without a price!" King Philip's words calmed down Prince Liszt again.

"What price?" Little Prince Liszt asked immediately.

"Hehe..." The old king Philip smiled strangely again, "You said, how can a mortal body approach a god? Even if he is not a real god?"

"God? Holy Light..." Little Prince Liszt's expression changed immediately.

If it is heard by the people of the Holy Light's Holy See, this is blasphemy!

To put it seriously, this is enough to send the entire Svakian royal family to the court of the Holy See, especially the incident of the Devil Apostle King that happened a few years ago. became much stricter.

"So you have to keep it a secret, otherwise, your soul will not be able to go to the kingdom of the Lord of the Holy Light after death." The old king Philip said calmly with an indifferent face.

Little Prince Liszt's mood was hard to calm down 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 to pluck his feathers. We only need to pay for our health, In other words, our lifespan!" said the old King Philip.

"Life?" Little Prince Liszt looked at the old king's dying state, and his face became particularly ugly.

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

"Otherwise, He will slowly recover!"

"Isn't He dead?" Little Prince Liszt was startled.

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