The celebration of this night is destined to be remembered by the Istani people. It is not only because there was a horrifying thing like the "Star Fall" at the celebration, but also because they are about to welcome a new king.

Everything was like nineteen years ago.

Fang Zhu could imagine how what happened this night would spread. Soon everyone in this sand sea, whether the caller or the Aboriginal, would talk about the ‘Star Fall’, the New King, and everything that happened at this celebration.

Of course, not now.

Stepping on the bright morning light, he walked out of the palace. A line of red in the east opened the deep blue sky. The stars disappeared, and it was already dawn. The remaining groggy darkness still tried his best to keep the last step of the night's carnival, but the jingling camel bells outside the palace had already brought a new page to this ancient city.

Fang Zhu took a deep breath, and the air was a little hot, as if it was the breath of a desert.

Outside the palace gate is a small garden with a white pavilion, and an unexpected person is waiting for him.

Afeifa stood in the pavilion with his hands behind his back, looking at him from afar, with a somewhat complicated expression.

She was obviously hiding among the crowd and saw with her own eyes what happened at the celebration last night.

"Sister asked me to tell you, don't forget to make an agreement with her."

Fang Yu looked at the other party, not too surprised.

Such a thing happened at the celebration, and the eldest princess would definitely be worried that someone would come to ask him.

"I will remember." Fang Yu nodded only. Although the performance of the King of Sand was a little surprised by him at the celebration, he would still fulfill the agreement seriously and it was an agreement.

But after hearing his answer, Afeifa had no intention of leaving, and seemed to have something to say.

Fang Yu looked at the other party, and the little princess spoke quietly: "...I don't quite understand why the father asked you to appear in that occasion. Although you and Brother Alev were friends, they helped him repair the magic furnace... I actually knew that my sister was investigating what happened to her mother during her lifetime, although she didn't tell me too much..."

She seemed to be just talking to herself.

"My sister was confined by her father, and the eyes of the people in the palace also changed. Everything was calm on the surface, but I think something must have happened behind her." She bit her lower lip gently. "And I guess if I ask you, you won't tell me anything, right?"

Fang Yu listened silently, then turned around and looked at the white Kasan Palace.

The beautiful dome is hidden behind a palm tree canopy, and the edge is reflected with a layer of golden light.

It is the palace of the King of Sand, the king above the sea of ​​sand, but just like this building, the royal power will be just an ordinary thing in the world and will one day turn into sand and gravel. People imagine that the various things within the royal court have more or less wishful thinking, but in the end they are just humans, and the masters here will also face the same troubles of ordinary people.

He thought for a while before speaking:

"Your sister wants to find out the mastermind behind the attack that year."

"She didn't tell you, maybe she just wanted to protect you..."

"Your experience in Idus is the reason for all this, because everything ten years ago may be related to blind followers."

"And the Qihai Brigade, because of some of the things that happened before, has always been incompatible with these people, so this is exactly why we promised her."

“That’s all.”

"Things about the royal family..."

Fang Yu shook his head gently: "I have no say, but there will always be a solution to everything. Your Highness Afeifa, you don't have to worry too much."

The little princess did not interrupt Fang Yu.

Only at the end did he say softly:

"Thanks."

So Fang Zhu nodded slightly to the little princess, walked forward, and passed by.

Afeifa turned around and looked at the other party's back as he gradually moved away.

At that moment, she couldn't help but think of Luo Yu.

Afeifa sighed softly.

The golden shadow of Kasan Palace was once the pride in her heart, but now it is a cage. She suddenly envied Pasha, the boy, the son of a slave who she would never take in the past, but he could finally take off his shackles and pursue his true freedom.

And I can really let go of this illusory prosperity and pursue everything I want?

In the palace, there was also a gaze watching Fang Yu's back as he walked away.

It was not until after seeing the latter parting with the little princess that the owner of this gaze turned around, walked into a carriage, and said lightly: "Go to the White Girl Street."

The wheels of the carriage rolled, passed through a bush of short roses, walked through the path, and exited the gate of the Casan Palace from one side.

...

After leaving Afeifa, Fang Yu had known that someone would come to him.

Therefore, when he saw this ghostly carriage parked in front of him and looked at the carriage opening door and the owner in it, he had no surprise at all.

The one sitting in the car was Count Nurman.

The Governor Bein only looked at him quietly and said:

"We're meeting again, young people."

He stretched out his hand:

"Come up and talk."

Fang Zhu only stopped for a moment, then nodded, and got into the car without hesitation.

A servant closed the car door from outside. After only a moment, Fang Zhu felt the carriage move again, and the carriage was slightly shaking.

The carriage was not cramped, but it was not spacious, and it was smaller than the carriage he had lived in Golander. However, the carriage was decorated very luxuriously, with velvet cushions and thick cushions sewn on the ceiling, and beautiful patterns were embroidered. The short table between the two was a precious black wood, with gold wire and pure gold.

A set of tea sets, curling smoke rose from the white porcelain, and the red liquid rippled layer by layer.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Fang Yu sat opposite the count. This was the third time he had seen this Governor Beiyin. The other party exuded a faint majesty, but after the incident at Beiyin Fortress, this majesty has diluted a lot with time.

The curtain of the carriage was pulled down, and the light in the carriage was a little dim. Various rare beasts are common in Istania, but horses are not produced locally. The war horses with excellent bloodlines almost all come from Kaurin-Ishurien in the north, so carriages are rare, and are mostly nobles.

Nurman didn't speak at the first time, just looked at him silently.

Fang Yu didn't speak, just thinking about these things that were not available.

After a while, the Count replied lightly: "It seems that you have the trust of His Highness the Princess."

"I am the caller," Fang Yu shook his head. "It is impossible to stay in a place for too long. Trust cannot be said to be a contractual relationship."

"…You should know more or less what we plan, right?"

Seeing Fang Zhu was looking at him, Nurman replied: "Short long after you left Bein, I guessed that it was the Marlan Temple who helped you. After all, half of the city was clearly visible in the miracle that night, and it was not difficult to guess."

"Later, I learned your identity from Seschel, so I also understood their choice. The legend of the Stars' Choice, I have also heard some of it..."

"I guess Faris has told you something."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head.

His eyes passed through the curling smoke and looked at the square roulette.

"You may say anything if you have anything to say."

Everything that happened last night seemed like a illusion.

At the celebration, whether it was the King of Sands, the Earl, or others, it seemed that what had never happened before. But Fang Yu knew in his heart that this thing could not have really happened before. After all, everything else was easy to say, but Afeifa was still on his side.

Although he didn't know where Luo Yu and his group went.

But Nurman changed his tone: "Mr. Ed, what do you think of what we are doing?"

Fang Yu looked at the other party unexpectedly. How did he answer such a question?

But the Earl did not shy away: "Your Majesty plans to resurrect the princess."

Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, but said straightforwardly: "From the perspective of alchemy, this is a fantasy."

"Danumerlin's alchemy-"

"Elf Noumerlin can't do the alchemy of the Noumerlin. The art of creation is just a beautiful wish."

"Mr. Ed really knows the art of creation."

Earl Nurman replied lightly: "I am worthy of being the inheritor of Numerlin's alchemy."

The inheritor of Noumerlin's alchemy?

Fang Yu was slightly stunned when he heard this. When did he get such a title? Or did he teach ancient alchemy in the Elfindo Parliament, and this incident was also spread? But what he taught was only Ansel's permission, a small part. His understanding of ancient alchemy was nothing compared to the Tower of Silver.

He suddenly realized the other party's intention: "You won't plan to let me participate, are you?"

But what was surprising was that Count Nurman shook his head gently.

"You are right. People cannot be resurrected by death. There is no eternal existence in this world, and the gods cannot be eternal, let alone mortals."

Fang Yu was completely stunned and looked at the other party: "The King of Sand..."

But Nurman suddenly cut a topic:

"Mr. Ed, what Your Highness asked you to investigate must have learned about the princess's life, right?"

Fang Zhu nodded.

The carriage seemed to pass through a raised ground and bumped slightly.

Nurman paused for a moment before continuing:

"In the past, His Majesty and the Princess had a deep relationship. The experience of the two acquaintance and understanding is one of the legends that are widely circulated on this sea of ​​sand..."
To be continued...