Ruiwen took a sip of wine and felt much more comfortable.

Robin carried her back on her back again.

"I feel that one of them is dead between His Majesty the King and Grand Duke Shalom."

"Ah hey."

Robin interrupted her in dissatisfaction.

"Don't talk nonsense, okay?"

He paused and rolled his eyes upwards, "Or, are you happy to see the war within the kingdom?"

"Ahhh...what does this have to do with me."

Riven yawned a big yawn.

“My body is so cold.”

Raven lay on Robin's back and wrapped his hands around his neck.

Then he hugged him a little tighter.

"Ah, it's so good..."

Revan rubbed his face against his hair.

"Let them kill them, as long as people are still alive..."

This guy...

Robin was about to scold her, but the words turned into a smile.

He understood Ruiwen's words-

Ithnel's supreme mage, who cares about politics or war.

Her heart is for the people.

So the sentence just now [It’s good for people to live] comes from the heart.

He understood a little about what Ruiwen said about the essence of the Forbidden Mantra Master means.

It is precisely because Raven cares about the people that he possesses the power of [structural]. As the vampire said before, she is the maintainer of order.

So what about me?

Robin recalled the wonderful state he entered when he was on the verge of death, and he clearly saw the bright door.

If you can really enter that supreme realm and become a forbidden mantra-

What will his forbidden spell power be?

What kind of forbidden spell power will he get if he is so swaying, full of confusion, and full of unknowns and uneasiness about his future?

He shook his head, not thinking about the things full of uncertainty, and then took back his thoughts.

"But some things are not that simple," Robin said. "The superstructure will affect the bottom floor, and if political changes change, people's lives will be deeply affected."

Raven did not respond to him.

A soft and deep breath came from his back.

This guy—

Going asleep.

...

Time went back two hours ago.

King's Castle lower district.

The moon is covered by dark clouds and the sky is dim.

The heavy rain poured down and poured out everyone.

The war is still in full swing.

The sound of swords, fighting, screams, rain...

One after another.

when!

Shalom held the sword in his hand and collided with Jima's heavy blow.

The two of them separated and turned around.

Then rushed towards the other party at an extremely fast speed.

when!

Another violent trembling sound.

"It's really good." Shalom smiled with relief.

She put the silver sword in her hand and looked at the other party, her extremely familiar family.

"You have made great progress, Jima."

"You taught me this." Jima responded.

"So, can the apprentice beat the master?!"

Shalom gritted his teeth and smiled, erecting his broadsword in front of him.

"Use your all! Attack!"

"As you wish!" Jima stabbed out with her sword.

The sword cut through the air and made a harsh sound.

The two approached quickly and met the sword in their hands.

"when!"

A silver cold light flew upwards and then penetrated obliquely to the ground.

Lightning illuminated everyone.

Jima's right hand was empty and trembling.

The tiger's mouth cracked and blood was dripping.

"I lost." She smiled at Shalom.

She has no strong power, enough to match her mother.

The fear of fighting wild animals spread throughout the body.

She suddenly remembered that once-

When Shalom was young, he was also one of the best swordsmen in the kingdom.

“Good job.”

Shalom looked at his child in front of him with pity, patted the sword over her shoulder, and then raised it upwards.

"We each stick to our own position for our own beliefs. You are a good child. I am proud of you."

Jima took a deep breath and closed her eyes with relief.

Waiting for her mother's last sword.

In her brain, what appeared was the scene when Shalom taught her to practice swords when she was a child.

That was the happiest time in her life.

Because she felt that even at that moment, even if she was exhausted, she couldn't even hold the sword, and she couldn't lift her hands and feet the next day.

But she has all the love of her mother.

...

"Shalom!"

A stern voice rang out of thin air.

Shalom turned around.

On the steps in the lower city, His Majesty the King looked at her.

Olivia, with her only remaining King's guard, and her personal butler and guardian wizard Ruby Lester.

Olivia held her hands in front of her chest, her torso, her eyes calm and majestic.

"Stop this meaningless killing!" she shouted, "This is a battle between me and you!"

Shalom put down his right hand.

She stepped over Jima and walked towards the king.

At the same time, her elites also began to gather back.
To be continued...