Don't call me evil god

Silver Mokred

Lancelot stood up and walked to the entrance of the suite, asking:

"Who is this?"

A voice that was suppressed with great effort came from outside the door.

"Excuse me, are you Ms. Warren, Mr. Chinar, and Mr. Smith?"

Lancelot was stunned.

The other party could accurately say the surnames of the three of them.

"Can you let me in? I'm...Fladin Silver Mokred, ahem...that's it, I sneaked here, it would be bad if I was discovered."

The moment he heard this name, Lancelot was stunned.

There is only one kind of person in the Kingdom of Reyak who can be named "Mokred".

Royal family members!

For example, the name of His Majesty the King is "Kenredin Mokred".

As for the "Fladin Silver Mokred" who introduced himself outside, although Lancelot had never seen him before, he was quite familiar with this name.

Because he is the only male descendant of His Majesty Kenredin, and the eldest son!

In other words

He will be the next king of this kingdom in the future!

Lancelot opened the door subconsciously.

This is a request from the crown prince!

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Outside the door is a handsome young man with silver-gray hair, handsome looks, sharp features and a muscular body.

He is wearing a black slim nightgown.

When he saw Lancelot open the door of the suite, Prince Fladin's eyes lit up, and he ducked in, looking curiously and eagerly at Pete and Miranda, who were also in a state of confusion in the room.

"Haha! The conversation between my father and Fernan that I overheard was correct."

"You really live here!"

Pete and Miranda hurriedly got up.

According to the court etiquette that Fernan had just trained them in, they should bow and salute when they see the king, queen or prince to show respect.

Place your right hand on your abdomen, put your left hand behind your back, and bend over and bow.

"Your Highness, to you..."

"My idols, please sign for me..."

"Bang!!!"

Pet's hasty bow and Prince Fladin's bending over just caused their heads to bump into each other.

"Ouch!"

Prince Fladin couldn't help but scream in pain.

Pet was even more confused: "Wait... Your Highness, did you just say...sign?"

If he heard correctly, the word that the other party was interrupted by seemed to be the pronunciation of "signature".

Prince Fladin rubbed his head embarrassedly and said affirmatively:

"Yes, can you please sign for me?"

Pet was almost confused.

The moment he learned that His Highness the Prince had come to visit suddenly, all kinds of crazy thoughts flashed through his mind.

The only thing he didn't think of was...the prince came to ask them for autographs!

How outrageous is this matter?

When Pete first met the great wizard Alcandas, he also wanted to ask this legendary figure for an autograph.

This makes sense, after all, the other party is one of the most powerful mages currently recognized.

If this were the other way around.

It would be quite outrageous if Alcandas asked Pete for an autograph.

It feels almost the same when Prince Fradin asks Pete for an autograph!

In terms of identity, the other party is the crown prince of the Kingdom of Reyak, the future emperor;

In terms of strength, Fradin, who is only 20 years old, is already a powerful level 3 warrior, and is already preparing for his level 4 promotion test.

As a result, looking at the other party's appearance, he admires Pete and others very much, with an expression of "finally meeting an idol".

"Wait, wait! Your Highness!"

"You - ask us for an autograph?!"

Miranda was also confused and confirmed again and again.

Prince Vladin was excited: "Yes, yes!"

"I've heard about your deeds!"

"Monster nemesis! Undead army! Heroes defending the stone fortress!"

"You have done what I have always wanted to do! So awesome!"

"Tell me what it feels like to destroy monsters?"

"I heard that the monsters attacking the stone fortress are nearly 100 meters tall--"

Prince Vladin said, while gesticulating with his hands:

"--Isn't it, you have to find a way to climb onto the monster's head first, just like the sword saint Turon, holding the hilt with both hands, and then, snap!"

Prince Vladin made a downward thrust.

"Send the blade directly into the monster's head and smash it up with anger!"

Pet hesitantly hummed.

"Your Highness, the situation may be slightly different from what you think."

Fladin suddenly realized: "I understand! I understand!"

"Such a powerful monster cannot be killed in one go. It will definitely roar violently after being severely injured."

"It roared and tried to fight back and throw you off its body, right?"

"But it was already injured and exposed its weaknesses, so you actually used powerful magic to destroy it in the end!"

Pate opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopped.

He realized something.

The prince might really be their fan, but what he admired was not Pete, Miranda and Lancelot, but their experience of fighting monsters and winning on the battlefield.

Fladin's description was almost entirely fantasy and yearning. The battle scene he imagined could not be said to be exactly the same as the actual situation, but it could only be said to have nothing to do with it.

When they blocked the stone spirit freak, there was no chance of "climbing on its head and attacking its vital points".

Not to mention whether its stone head with extremely exaggerated defense could be broken by their attacks;

Even if it could, the weapons used by the Norwen believers were all normal human weapon specifications, which were no different from small toothpicks for the huge body of the stone spirit freak.

Stabbing it with a sword was probably no different from a mosquito bite. The blessing of anger at most made the mosquito a little more powerful.

What's more, they didn't have the opportunity to attack recklessly during the blocking process.

Just avoiding the dancing and whipping tentacles of the stone spirit freak was almost a great effort, and it was difficult to get close to it.

Climb up along the tentacles?

Pete was sure that the guy who did that would be sucked dry by the mouthparts, suckers and eyeballs on the tentacles.

The real battle situation was actually quite embarrassing.

A close combat professional like a warrior was almost a suicide attack. If he could cut the tentacles grown by the monsters, cause damage, and earn enough experience to offset the loss of death, it would be considered a success.

They were completely stone spirit freaks that were worn down bit by bit.

There was no such spectacular scene of heroes appearing and turning the tide as Prince Fradin imagined.

Pete hesitated.

He didn't know whether he should tell Prince Fradin the truth.

He had already seen it.

The other party had never really fought against monsters.

Although he had the strength of a level 3 warrior, he had never been on the battlefield.

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