Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

"Is the secret tower moving?" The man asked in the empty palace with such a tone as expected.

He was sitting in front of a round table inlaid with glazed jade, the exquisite tea cup in his hand raised a blur of warm smoke, and someone sipped the tea in the cup through his hand that fell slightly under the table.

But no one can see the figure that exists, only the tea in the cup disappears out of thin air a little bit.

The man's eyebrows were slightly drooping, and his azure blue eyes were unwaveringly cold. His back was very straight, as if sitting in an upright military posture, he looked like a self-disciplined and tough man.

"Yes, Your Highness. According to our spies, Mitta decided to start taking action at noon today, but they will not send the Three Queens to the throne in an upright manner. Instead, they intend to send people into the palace in secret. Act like the palace coup on Bailey's side." The person who responded with a rickety figure and an old and hoarse voice, as if he were the old man stationed in the underground palace.

"Let Grace go against the father? Do the mice in Mitta think that my only sister Grace has the courage to kill her father and brother? If she really dares to do this, she won't be trapped by the so-called contract. I have been in the Holy See for so many years."

The man sneered coldly. In his eyes, Grace, the Three Queens, was just a coward who couldn't do anything by herself, so she could only work with mice, and even beg the mice.

"However, this is not Wilton's style."

The man put the empty teacup back on the table, and after a crisp knock, a child's voice appeared out of thin air in the empty seat beside him, as if he was acting like a baby, gently pulling his sleeves with an invisible hand. , The child continued to say:

"Dad, daddy, I want more, I still want to eat pastries!"

The man ignored him, as if the short period of warmth just now was just a beautiful illusion. His expression was indifferent and meaningless, and the corners of his thin mouth were not even curved. The whole person was as cold as a majestic ice sculpture.

Under his extremely deterrent gaze, the old man couldn't help feeling heavy pressure on his face, and his back bends more humble and respectful.

"My Majesty, I don’t know why, the master of the secret tower did not show up. In addition to the three queens, the leader of the secret tower is another flame who seems to be quite prestigious and noble in the secret tower. Grade magician..."

"I don't know why?" The man's tone sank suddenly.

His complexion was slightly cold, his fingertips kept tapping the jade tabletop, and the clear and regular voice sounded in the empty hall, but it was like knocking on the spine of the old man.

Seeing the father who was suddenly angry, the invisible child did not dare to breathe, quietly removed his hand from the man's sleeve, and sat there obediently.

"Extremely sorry, Your Highness!"

The old man knelt on the ground with a plop, sweating like rain.

"Hand of destruction, from the time Andamiast split the kingdom of the gods on earth, the organization that has existed since then and was hidden by the royal family as a dark hand, I don't know when it fell. To the point of such decline, even the most basic task of detecting intelligence cannot be done well."

The man's eyes were as cold as a sharp blade.

"If you don't need you to manage Shiryl well, do you think the Destruction Hand still needs to exist, Charlie? Or do you think that the Destruction Hand only needs to supervise the Hidden Son, even if it has completed its mission, it has the value of existence?"

"Of course not, Your Highness!"

The old man Richard raised his head abruptly to defend himself, but he shrank subconsciously for a moment after seeing the man's sharp, blade-like eyes, and even lost the courage to argue.

"Get out, Charlie, with Shiryl."

The man closed his eyes slightly as if he had lost patience, and he said in a cold tone: "Grörence will let Grace take care of it, and pass the information to him without a trace. Grörence has always regarded himself as the only one on the throne. Even if he is his compatriot’s heir, Grace can’t get any benefits in his hands, let alone go over him to the father’s king.”

"And Shiryl, go and clean up all the Mita magicians who sneaked into the palace, don't let them run to the main hall."

"Yes, Your Highness." The old man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, Dad!" the child answered happily.

After the two people who were visible and invisible left, the man showed a contemplative expression. He had always had a question just now. Why did Mitta choose to push Grace to the top at this time?

At this moment when Glenn Lawrence regained his sanity because of his belief in the goddess of all things, and was calling Christon's army to garrison the Rhine to regain his military power. It was the moment when Glenn was most vigilant.

They really feel that they can enter the palace smoothly through the defense line of the army in the hand of Glorence, quietly kill the father king who is watched by countless lights, and then let Grace, who has no power to bind the chicken, kill the Grid who holds the military power. Lawrence?

Regardless of whether Grace has the courage to do such things as marital killings, whether she can do it or not, I still have to say two things. Mita's actions were too urgent, so urgent that it seemed extremely abnormal, either they had other players, or they had no choice.

If they do it some time in advance, while Glens is still madly praising the only god, or some time in the evening, when all the troops assembled in the Rhine retreat, they will do it, after all, this is a total of more than 800,000 soldiers. It is impossible to stay in the main city of Rhine for a long time.

If he chooses this way, he can still understand...

"Wilton, the Lord of the Tower of Mistake, is not in this operation. Where did he go? What did he do? Or... his hidden actions behind the scenes are the support of this operation of the Tower of Mistake?"

The man muttered to himself, his fingers moved slightly, and the seat under him suddenly lit up with a striped road with a magic circle. The seat slowly floated upward, and then flew in a certain direction very smoothly. His legs are draped with a gorgeous blanket, and his toes sway slightly with the propulsion of the seat movement, as if drifting with the flow.

It can be seen that there is a problem with the man’s legs.

...

"Mita and Grace are going to attack the palace today?"

The second prince Glarence repeated the words of the maid. He raised his eyebrows as if he was listening to a joke, and he really laughed: "What are you kidding about, today? Grace, that coward? You? Look at the soldiers around me, there are three thousand people, do you think it's possible Fairlie!"

"But, Your Highness, this is the information of the Destroying Hand."

The magistrate respectfully added that when he heard of Hand of Destruction, Grorence's original light attitude immediately became calmer, "Why did Hand of Destruction tell me such information? Is it the father's meaning? Or he wants me to Do something……?"

"Gris and Mita attacked the palace... She was just for Christon's throne, but it is a pity that the only successor my father wanted was me." Grorence sneered.

"This piece of information may be true or false."

"But it is true that only the father can drive the hand of destruction, so I have the right to be the truth of this piece of information. Since he wants to see how my soldiers take down the rebels, then I will offer him a sensational event. A funny drama! The leading role is—"

"Me, and my cowardly sister, dear Grace!"

"Fairlie, pass the order, let my soldiers guard the inside and outside of the palace, especially the father’s bedroom. If he gets angry, send two of the beauties we collected. Doesn’t he just like this? It’s not time for him to play."

Speaking of this, Gloryston paused, and he suddenly thought of another person who was always ignored by him. "And the prince should also send a team of people to guard, in order to prevent the coward of Grace from picking the most. The soft persimmon pinch, he needs to be there too. The father should also be happy to see me treat my brothers and sisters friendly, such a useless person is just for me to show a brotherly drama and make my father happy. "

It seems that after His Royal Highness the Three Prince regained his senses, he has a special hobby for drama or something? The attendant Fairley didn't think much about it, he answered and retired.

Glorence was now on the walls of the Rhine, looking at the dark sea densely composed of soldiers' heads, he suddenly hummed a light tune. Of course, he was not stupid enough to let everyone hear him humming a little song on such occasions.

"It's so slow. I brought all the soldiers of Christon here. Why haven't they come yet? Did the guy Odysseus drop the chain halfway and ran away? Anyway, he is also a fleeing guy. Coward, Grace is also a coward!"

Glorence grumbled lightly, his eyebrows and eyes were full of careless expressions, as if casually, looking at the other side of the Rhine cut off by the moat, it seemed that from here you could see the sacred statue, the goddess of all things. Of the gods.

"I always feel that I am losing, this deal. Others believe that the goddess of all things can automatically restore their sanity, so I need to exchange for Christon's throne, which is too bad! But I have no other choice, if I am as crazy as before. Yes, this throne will not be my turn. It is estimated that the father will still have to find Odysseus, the only intact prince."

"Forget Grace, the coward who has been imprisoned in the cage, the weak who can't even escape by himself, whether in the Holy See or the Mitta, are nothing but dolls in the hands of others...Don't talk about the father. Wang, I do not look down on her."

"I don’t know what kind of **** luck Odder has taken. He can become the favored one of His Majesty the Goddess of All Things, and the goddess can come forward to claim the throne of Christon for him. Damn, did he serve His Majesty the Goddess? Actually I can too!"

"But ah, but ah..."

His voice is getting lower and lower.

The fluttering whispers dissipated with the cold wind.

The Prince's Royal Highness standing on the city wall was as energetic as ever. He looked into the distance with his distant eyes, with a violent breath of the lion king. Such a successor is indeed extremely good. No one can think of what he is muttering at this moment.

"If this drama is performed well, I can also become the favored one of His Majesty the Goddess. Although I can't provide faith or anything, but trading is trading. The goddess personally promised me, and will give me the ability to match the flame magician. , It’s not much better than being a useless king like my father."

"I don't know what Odysseus is crazy about. Isn't it good to be free outside? He wants to run back to be the king of Christon. Didn't he know that his father has never been out of the Rhine a few times in his life? It's a gorgeous prison..."

I don’t know that Odder is also forced to take up the post. Glorence looks extremely envious, jealous, but Odysseus’s position is better, at least better than his useless sister’s position or Alex’s coldly disabled position. The pity of the goddess of all things, he still vaguely remembered that Odysseus had a good temper.

"After Odysseus takes the throne, it should be possible to take the mother concubine out of the palace. I even gave up the throne. He shouldn't refuse me with this small request. He should be grateful to me..."

Thank you for your size!

If Odder was here now, he would have raised his casserole-big fist, and he would use his fist to express his extremely heavy and unforgettable gratitude like the enraged pirates. !