Alef looked up at his father. The king of sand in his eyes was thin and serious. His hands exposed outside his robe were covered with bones. The veins under his skin were exposed, like a shadow sitting on a throne, but only his eyes were burning with raging flames, showing his captivating majesty.

He was already over the age of energy, but his mind was as smart as a young man, just like more than ten years ago. At least in Alev's opinion, no one dared to play any tricks in front of this man, his father, and even his son often felt a little uneasy under this pressure.

But today Babaltan's tone was very gentle, just like an ordinary old man: "Have you met Borrard recently?"

Alef nodded.

A low voice came from around, and people couldn't help but speculate whether the Sand King's slowing attitude towards his eldest son meant anything? Everyone was secretly suspicious of the deeper meaning of this change of attitude. The courtiers' eyes at Alev were very meaningful for a moment, and even his brothers looked over with a hint of envy.

But Alef didn't even dare to breathe. Afifa often said that he should inherit the throne, or that he would be her sister. His feelings for this throne were very special, and he could not say that he was eager or resisted. In comparison, what made him feel even more nervous was how he should get along with this father who was the king.

Babaltan obviously knew his son's nature very well.

He cherishes words like gold and doesn't say much, but only looks over the shoulders of his eldest son. Outside the palace, the ritual holder is rising from the bonfire, and the bright light connects the sky and the earth, as if there is a shining star rising from the darkness. He still remembers the shocking situation of attending the Star Ceremony when he was a child. At that time, his father told him that only those with higher identities can receive the blessing of the Holy Fire in the higher position.

He secretly swore in his heart that one day he would be at the forefront and be blessed by the King of Sands. At that time, the Penelope family was just an inconspicuous sideline. Later, his wishes were realized one by one, and he would not even have to be received by the King of Sands, because he himself became the King of Sands.

But the vision of the past gradually faded away and became a less important goal. He wanted to achieve more and more goals, and he took over the throne from his father, and the enemies of the past were fewer. The only thing left in his memory was the only encounter left.

"Babaltan, I will protect this land with you in the future."

"I have a secret to tell you."

After the numerous illusions in front of me disappeared, I returned to this familiar and unfamiliar palace.

Babartan looked at the young man in front of him who was somewhat similar to himself in the past and sighed: "Alef, do you still remember Albert's incident?"

Alef immediately remembered that his younger brother who died of the disease came. It was a great plague ten years ago, followed by the war one after another. The war would bring plague, which is well known to Aitalia. The plague swept through Nognes and even affected the south of Kaurin-Ishurien, and Istani was naturally not spared.

The survival rate of children in Istani in this era is extremely low, and they will always die in various strange and acute diseases. Even with starlight, the survival rate is only 50%. Of course, if Alev knew the history of another world, he might be glad that it was because Aitalia was much luckier than that of another world.

His youngest brother is actually not much younger than him. He was already considered to be a "growing up", but unfortunately died in that plague. He was nine years old at that time and had already learned about it, so he naturally remembered this incident.

But Alef was a little confused that his father had many descendants and had not lived to be fully adult. He rarely mentioned these things on weekdays. How could he mention Albert alone today? He couldn't help but raise his head, but saw his father looking at him straight, and was startled and quickly lowered his head.

"In the blink of an eye, another ten years have passed."

"I was ordered to go to war thirteen years ago and didn't even think about returning alive from Nognes, but in the end we defeated the Empire with the Cowlins."

The King of Sand seemed to be narrating something, and it seemed to be talking to himself. "Alef, sometimes it is important to meet some correct people. I made some friends in that war, such as the prince in the north, and some of the chosen ones. They helped me a lot, and why was your grandfather like that?"

The men on the throne recalled the past, and the hall was a little quieter. However, the old ministers and the new nobles looked slightly different. The old people who experienced the war thirteen years ago all showed recollection. The tragic war was recorded today in the document. Only one ten people who participated in the war came back, and those who stayed were lucky.

The rising upstarts in the past decade have slightly subtle expressions, and in such occasions, they are naturally a little embarrassed.

But no one will be unable to understand the atmosphere and say anything inappropriate at this time.

So for a moment, only Babaltan's voice remained in the hall.

Alef lowered his head slightly, feeling confused and uneasy in his heart, always feeling that his father's words mean something.

"After the war, the disease followed one after another."

"But thanks to the Saint Selected, the disease was quickly extinguished."

"That day, I saw the Sufang tree I planted back then, and I realized that time had passed so long."

The King of Sand looked at his eldest son and suddenly asked, "Alev, I heard that you have made a friend recently?"

Alef was shocked and couldn't help but look up again. Unexpectedly, his father knew this?

But Babartan said, "I also accidentally heard people talk about this."

He turned around and his eyes fell on a courtier in the hall. The solemn middle-aged man stood beside him a pretty little girl with soft blonde hair, looking in this direction. Facing the gaze of the King of Sand, the middle-aged man nodded slightly.

...

Fang Yu handled the robe and headscarf used to sneak in, changed his clothes again, and went around the library. When he returned to the square, the celebration and carnival on the open space had already begun for a while.

He returned to the crowd and saw that no one around noticed him, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief - the action tonight was even smoother than he thought. Not only did he achieve his goal smoothly, but he met the eldest princess and settled the entrustment, but he had not gotten into any trouble. Everything went so smoothly that he couldn't believe it.

Not long ago, Sophie said that he was causing trouble. Although he verbally denied it, Fang Yu sometimes doubted whether the silver Vislan little princess had pointed out the truth unintentionally? After all, from Dorifin to Idos, and then here, it seems that she has never been in trouble.

Moreover, small troubles will turn into big troubles, big troubles will turn into huge troubles, and even in the end it will be linked to things like the disaster star coming to the world and the war of the gods, as if his every move will lead Aitalia to the end of destruction. This idea is a bit absurd, but sometimes when you think about it carefully, he will be shocked.

But fortunately, it seems that this is not the case. At least once he did not get into any trouble, nor did he cause any foreign affairs disputes as he imagined. In short, things not only did not enter the worst direction, but were even somewhat unbelievably smooth. Fang Yu couldn't help but reflect on whether he was too careless in the past?

If I were so careful every time and planned the plan in advance, I might not have caused so much trouble?

Fang Zhu looked up at the rising light above the bonfire.

It was the Istani ritual of the stars.

This shows that the celebration has reached the middle. When the carnival is halfway through, the crowd will gather around the bonfire to enjoy the performances of the palace artists, enjoy delicious food, and drink happily. At this time, the ritual holder will use magic to raise the stars from the bonfire. The dazzling light not only symbolizes the starlight of all living things, but also is the sacred flame of Android Ma, the master of the realm of life and death.

Those who are shining with the stars will receive the blessing of Android Ma. In the next year, everything will not go smoothly. Of course, this is just a good wish, but history has become a tradition, and tradition will penetrate into the hearts of every desert people, making it a sacred culture.

This is also the most important social moment for Questak's nobles in the year. The people of the desert are not as closed and conservative as Kaurin-Ishurien. Young men and women often find their other half in such a celebration. I heard that there was a beautiful legend in the past that the current king of sand met His Royal Highness the birth mother of the Great Princess, and that was also Babaltan's first lover.

As a young man, Fang Ling was naturally favored by many enthusiastic girls on such occasions, of course, because his alchemist robe and Venus with a neckline were quite eye-catching.

"Would this Alchemist, would you like to dance with me?"

"Mr. Alchemist, do you want to exchange bracelets with me?"

"Which family does Mr. Alchemist come from?"

The noble girls in Istaniya were enthusiastic and unrestrained, with bold and direct expressions in their eyes.

However, they were also very straightforward. Of course, they were not those truly ignorant girls. When they heard that Fang Zhu was just a civilian and was a saintly elected person, they said goodbye in a tactful tone.

It was a while when Fang Yu was called a little amused and crying.

Although what he thought of at this time was only Silmide - at most there was a flash of silver-haired girl, it soon faded from his heart. However, the intuition of these noble girls from the desert people still made him speechless.

Of course he also knew that Questak's annual social ritual, especially on this square, was certainly not so simple. These girls from aristocratic families received such education since childhood. When they came to this place, they naturally had the most ideal goals in their hearts.

As for appearance, talent and others, it is not the most important thing, family background is.

Moreover, they will not have any unrealistic dreams of climbing high. Everyone is terrible. Their goal of being a match has been around in their hearts before the celebration begins.

Fang Yu sighed. Perhaps this celebration was more pure for the Istani people. If it weren't for Alev's face and the reason for meeting the eldest princess, he might have been willing to go there instead of staying in this place.

After the girls left one by one, Fang Yu finally became quiet.

Melodious music came from afar, and the Stars ceremony was held in the second half. The starlight rose slowly to the highest point of the night sky. When it reached the top of the palace, it would explode like a bouquet of fireworks, sprinkling the bright light on the entire Questak. At that moment, the celebration would reach its climax.

Fang Ling planned to leave until then, and when the celebration reached its peak, and when the starry blessings spread to the whole city, leaving this Sand Palace also sounds very romantic, right?

Unfortunately, things went against their wishes.

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His Highness hurriedly found him, and he was completely despicable. He even said a little out of breath: "Ed, my father wants to see you."

Fang Yu was stunned immediately.

He looked at Alev and thought that the prince would appear later, at least he would have a chance to come out after the King of Sand on the platform left. The reason why he originally planned to leave here early was because he did not want to meet the other party. Of course, it was not intentionally avoiding the prince, but because he really didn't want to have more trouble in this place and that night.

But I didn't expect that man's calculations were worse than God's calculations, and things still came to me, and it happened so suddenly.

His Royal Highness, even before the Star Ritual was completed, hurriedly found himself and told him that the King of Sands wanted to see him?

Fang Yu almost doubted that he was the legendary protagonist and had to come to him for everything? Because even if he wanted to break his head, he could not think of the reason why Babaltan wanted to meet him. He had never met the King of Sands, and there was nothing to do with the two.

OK, maybe it's a little bit...

But the other party may not know.

"The King of Sands wants to see me?" Fang Yu almost thought the other party was joking with him, so he pointed at him and said in a daze.

"Don't worry, my father just knew the relationship between the tower magic furnace and you, and wanted to meet an alchemist as young as you."

Alev calmed down his breath, but his expression seemed much more relaxed than before, and he even laughed - this was the first time Fang Yu saw this prince laughing these days. Fang Yu couldn't help but secretly guessed that the other party's gift should be quite liked by the King of Sands.

So, is this why I was able to meet this king?

He couldn't help but feel speechless.

If I had known that I wouldn't have pretended to be like this.

But he seemed to have forgotten that if he didn't pretend to be like this, he wouldn't be able to come to this place, let alone meet His Highness the Great Princess.

"That," Fang Rong's most unwillingness to be the limelight now. After all, he has done a lot of things in Beiyin, and theoretically, he is on the opposite side of the King of Sand - although the King of Sand may not know about it, Fang Rong couldn't help but feel guilty. After all, he only met the princess not long ago.

He hesitated for a while and finally couldn't help asking, "Can I refuse?"

Alef couldn't help laughing.

"Stop kidding, Ed," he shook his head: "Give me some face, if you refuse, I'm in trouble."

Fang Zhu couldn't help but be speechless.

He really wanted to say, if you are not unlucky, I might be unlucky - although it is just a possibility. However, looking at Alev's appearance, he really couldn't say anything about his refusal. The other party helped him a lot without hesitation these days, and he sincerely regarded him as a friend and brother.

Now it’s just meeting the King of Sand. This may be an honor in the eyes of many people. If you refuse, what reason should you use? Of course, you can’t say anything about excuses. If you have stomachache or something, don’t take it out as soon as possible to insult your IQ. As for talking straightforwardly?

Fang Rong felt that he might as well meet the King of Sands.

The other party seemed to have no intention of giving him this opportunity to refuse. He grabbed his arm and walked forward, saying, "Don't be so nervous, my brother, my father is easy to talk to."

Alef panicked. This was the first time he had been lying since he was a child. His face turned slightly red, but he couldn't care so much for a while. Fortunately, he faced the other direction and Fang Yu couldn't see it either. As for whether his father was easy to talk, Alef himself didn't believe such nonsense. He was probably a little guilty and added: "Seeing him will always be good for you. My father is not a stingy person. If you repair the tower magic furnace, he will always give you some rewards-"

"perhaps……"

"perhaps?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"I mean, the father must have seen you because of this," Alev coughed, "After all, I can't think of any other reason for him to see you..."

"Wait a minute, so you're not sure?"

"Of course... it's a little sure," Alef said embarrassedly: "Maybe it's because you're too young, after all, such a young alchemist should be rare in Istaniya."

Faced with the other party's ambiguous statement, Fang Yu became suspicious, and he felt increasingly that the so-called audience was not so reliable.

"Wait, Alef, I suddenly thought that something hasn't been done yet...I really have to go back."

"Ed, please give me some face."

"No, I won't give it."
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