Chapter 16 (1/2)

PS: today, make complaints about the handwritten drawing of the female protagonist of the dream girl. How can no one tuck and vote? ~

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”In the name of King Carmelo, King Uther, I give you the title of little sage.”

Half kneeling on the ground, Keller watched the sword, a symbol of etiquette, fluttering around his neck. He was very cold.

Originally, he wanted to kneel on both knees, but the knight understood that the sage's etiquette was simple, so only half kneeling was needed. Under the authorization of King Uther, Kellar officially got the title of little sage.

The banquet continued after Keller was authorized, but most people's eyes were still looking at Keller's small circle, but they didn't know what ideas were in their hearts.

”This is your uncle Birmingham, and this is your cousin Gavin.” Prince Andre pointed to the tall, thin, cheekbones, obviously aristocratic temperament of the middle-aged man said.

”Hello, uncle.” However, he didn't greet Gawain. In front of King Uther just now, Kailar, though only ten years old, was already vaguely of the adult generation. However, he did not greet Gawain and did not ask any questions.

”Well, there is a successor, Andrea.” It seems that I am familiar with my father, but I have feelings when I speak.

”Ha ha...” Andre's father just grinned and grinned.

”Prince Andrey.” Suddenly, a man flashed out beside him, but he was dressed up like a servant of the king.

”Did you find out?” Andre's father's face became murderous, and he could not forgive the assassin, whether he had targeted his beloved son or his Majesty the king.

”No, it's just a clue, but...” There was a whisper in Prince Andre's ear, and Prince Andre's brow gradually wrinkled. His murderous eyes swept around the party crowd, but he held back. Without any indication, he just nodded to the Chamberlain, who bowed down and walked out of the circle slowly.

The Duke of Birmingham did not ask Prince Andrey what happened to the king. It was his duty as a courtier, but Prince Andre nodded to him: ”John, we are going to leave first.”

”Now?” The Archduke of Birmingham frowned and knew what it meant to leave early at such a party as Lord Andre. It was worth pondering.

”Well,” said Archduke Andrea, who had already begun to greet Keller.

”Why don't we go to your place and plant it then?” Looking at Andre's fiery manner, the Duke of Birmingham joked.