"But, but, is there anything different from others? I have so many brothers and sisters. Aren't you all the children of my father? Your mother's background is a little lower, but what's the matter? You are the eldest son of Babaltan, the king of the sand. In the future, you are either my sister or you may inherit the throne. You should be proud of this."

Seeing the other party's appearance, Afeifa couldn't help but feel angry and said angrily.

She paused and said, "This time I went to Idos and met a strange guy. He is very different from you. Not only do I care about my origin at all, hum..."

She didn't say the following words. Although she and her brother were half-brothers, the other party always treated her well. If it weren't for this, she wouldn't bother to care about these things.

After hearing this, Alef said, "Afifa, I heard you are in some trouble in Idus."

"It's just a little trouble," Afeifa fiddled with his braid: "It's been solved long ago."

"That's good." Alef also smiled, as if he had calmed down in his heart when he saw this sister. Speaking of which, his gift was prepared by the other party. When his father was young, he liked to collect alchemists' things, it was said that it was because of the mother of Afifa and his sisters.

He said that he had met the princess several times when he was young, but he only remembered that the other party was quite kind, but unfortunately a good person would not live long.

He seemed to calm down and said, "I have made a friend recently, and he is a caller-"

"Let's talk about this later," Afifa was not interested in the summoner at all: "Anyway, hurry up and go there, the Star Ritual is about to begin. If you are late again, someone will say that you are disrespectful to your father."

Alef turned around, looked at the platform, and nodded slightly.

...

The buzzing talk echoed in the hall.

The light hangs down from the dome arch, and the dazzling light like golden light illuminates the marble floor.

The king of sand Babaltan looked around his close ministers and descendants with a calm look. He was wearing a long robe. He was no longer in his youth's military career. After his armor was removed, he changed into such a "outfit" - the so-called king's crown was nothing more than that.

On the contrary, when the former king was still alive, the struggles between him and the smuggling merchants and slave owners were nostalgic.

But people are finally going to grow old. After the golden years passed, he was no longer young and strong. After passing the hurdle of fifty years old, Babaltan obviously felt that his energy was no longer as good as before.

Fortunately, he at least remembered clearly, and his mind was not confused - allies and enemies were still clear.

He recalled what had happened in recent times, some trivial and complicated things, as if they had held his mind. The King of Sand slowly withdrew his gaze and landed on the gift in front of him.

For the owner of Istaniya, these gifts are nothing more than representing the so-called respect for his children. But as for the respects that are a bit true, it is really suspicious to put them in this royal family. Fortunately, the King of Sands does not care about this.

At least there are articles on the surface, that's enough.

His eyes fell on one of the gifts.

It was a magic furnace.

To be precise, it is an antique.

He was indeed very obsessed with this thing when he was young. As for why, he seemed unwilling to recall it. In recent years, as he grew older, his past hobbies gradually faded, and his heart was like a pool of stagnant water, and he could no longer notice the change. After his interests turned into dead trees, they became boring.

However, this magic furnace made his eyes slightly move.

Tower magic furnaces are not in stock in Aitalia, but they are not uncommon.

But the works of Kingfisher Workshop are a very special memory for him.

Not many people knew this, except for their only pair of daughters, but they were not in this place. Thinking of this, the Supreme Istaniya couldn't help but slowly raise his head and look on his sons, or to be precise, on the one in front.

After hesitating for a moment, he spoke slowly:

"Alef."
Chapter completed!