[Comprehensive Fairy Tale] The Lord God ruined my childhood!

Arthur felt that there was something wrong with the recent movements in the court, and he couldn't do it if he was really asked to say something. He was a little upset and flipped through the few documents at hand, losing the mood of conscientiousness for the first time.Just at this moment, Master Ibn Sur from the palace walked in with a mysterious expression.

He went to Lamascus a few days ago, and Arthur sent someone to protect the scientist's safety. Now that he has returned safely, Arthur is relieved.

"Welcome back, is the journey going well?"

A smile broke out on Ibn Sur's old face. Like a child eager to show off, he shook the long-necked glass bottle in his hand to Arthur.

"Fantastic journey! And on the way, I also... made this thing."

The long-necked bottle is full of the exotic style of Ramascus, and the overall appearance is a kind of dark dark green. When you look closely, it seems that there is smoke slowly rising in it, transforming and distorting into various magnificent and gorgeous scenes.I don't know if it was an illusion, but Arthur seemed to see a small curled up figure inside.

"What is this?" Arthur was a little curious. He stretched out his hand and gently touched the flask. The temperature of his fingertips caused movement in the bottle. The transparent flying wings also opened their eyes, but they still looked very sleepy.

"This... this...!" Master Ibn Sur was also shocked. When the bottle was in his hands, he had never had such a vision. He always thought it was just a bottle that could occasionally answer questions. Thinking that under the king's touch, the existence in the bottle would slowly wake up!

The little man in the bottle was as close as possible to the place where Arthur's fingers touched, separated by a layer of glass, the temperature had weakened somewhat, but it was enough to make him feel comfortable.

The villain's voice came vaguely, with a hollow and hoarse echo——

"Give me...the blood of frost..."

"What do you want?!" Master Ibn Sur asked before Arthur because of his extreme excitement.The villain was listless, almost crying when he heard the voice.

"Give me...the blood of frost..."

After saying the last sentence, the villain curled himself up with his arms around his knees, the transparent flying wings on his back drooped again, the smoke swirled to cover his figure, and the bottle returned to its original chaotic and dark appearance.

Arthur and Master Ibn Sur looked at each other, the scene in front of them was unbelievably fantastic, and ordinary experience could not be used in this situation.In the end, Arthur came back to his senses first, and ordered with a calm expression: "Don't spread this matter for the time being, Frost Blood...I'll find a way."

This miraculous bottle was originally dedicated to the king by Ibn Surjin, but suddenly such a mysterious thing happened, he felt a little bit regretful, and finally obediently withdrew.After all, he didn't make this thing, if the king traces it out, then...

Thinking of this, the last bit of regret in Ibn Sur's heart disappeared, and he became guilty.

Arthur played with the small bottle for a while, the little figure in the bottle seemed to be tired, just rubbing over to absorb warmth when Arthur's fingers were attached to the bottle, the movements were limp and weak.Arthur stopped teasing him, first stuffed the bottle into the drawer, thought about it, and took it out again to keep close to his body.

He didn't know what frost blood was, but he heard from Matt a few days ago that there was a lady named Linna in the city who knew white magic, and she opened a small shop to help the common people.Arthur is a little curious, he has a natural liking for magic, even if there is no such thing as Frost Blood, he would have wanted to see it a long time ago.

It is better to hit the sun than to choose a day. After leaving the servant to watch the wind again, His Majesty the King left the palace in light clothes. This time he did not bring Rex. Animals go as well.

Mrs. Linna's shop is really small. Arthur managed to find the right place after asking several citizens.There was no conspicuous signboard in the store, probably because he was afraid that the church would come to cause trouble, but Arthur still saw a lot of people going in and coming out, all with satisfied expressions on their faces.

Well, it shouldn't be a prophet who is greedy for money like Achilles.

Arthur received his number plate at the front desk of the shop, and lined up in a neat manner. Fortunately, he didn't wait long before it was his turn to go in.

Arthur walked into the dark corridor. The corridor was very long, and there was no light, so he couldn't help but exaggerate its length psychologically.Arthur took a few steps forward, and suddenly heard a deep female voice.

"I see you, poor boy."

As these words were settled, a light source appeared in front of Arthur, and the light source continued to enlarge. Arthur could clearly see the room decorated with crystal vessels and glass lamps. The face of the woman sitting at the small round table was glowing red, looking warm and friendly.

"Sit, I have freshly baked soft cookies, would you like some?"

Arthur has never been small in courage. After a brief start, his brows and eyes softened a little. He pulled out his chair and sat opposite Mrs. Linna.

"Of course, I'd love to taste it."

Arthur ate the soft cookies, which were really delicious. Cocoa's cookies were decorated with sour berries, and the sweet and sour balance was very delicious. Even if it was just for the cookies, it was worthwhile for him to come this afternoon.

Mrs. Linna looked at Arthur gently, her expression full of maternal tenderness. She waited until Arthur had finished eating, then poured plum tea and said, "What do you want to know?"

"What's the meaning of 'little poor'?" Arthur was a little concerned about Mrs. Linna's address to him.

Mrs. Linna brought him the plum tea, still smiling softly, and looked at Arthur lovingly, "Of course you are poor, you have the mark of the devil on your soul, and you are his prey."

"Someone told me about this," Arthur held the cup, the sweet and sour taste temporarily calmed his mood, "I want to know now, is there any way to escape this fate?"

Mrs. Linna looked at Arthur with those wise and compassionate eyes, and sighed for a long time.

"The power of the devil is very powerful. I can't help you escape from that fate. I can only give you some key hints." At this point, she frowned and thought about it. The silver spoon was dipped in tea and painted in the air, and a strange scene appeared , the tea flutters and hangs in the air, forming a character with the aroma of plums.

The undulating "666" suspended in the air, stayed for a while, and then fell vertically, forming a small puddle on the white tablecloth.

"This year will be the final judgment. If you can find a way to save yourself before then, your soul will not be devoured." This is already the limit of what Mrs. Linna can do. She leaned back in her chair tiredly On the road, it obviously consumed a lot of power.

Arthur knew that the other party could not provide further help. He thanked the other party for his actions and intended to liberate the other party from the life squeezed by the Holy See.

"You may serve at court if you wish."

Mrs. Lina refused with a smile. She packed soft cookies for Arthur and sent him into the dark corridor. When Arthur turned around, he heard Mrs. Lina say behind him:

"I will always belong to the people, just like you."

Coming out of Mrs. Linna, Arthur felt a certain sense of urgency. That year sounded far away and long, but compared to what he had to prepare, it was a bit stretched, especially now that he had no clue at all, and had no idea what to do. How can I break free from fate.

"...Your Majesty?" An uncertain voice sounded, Arthur raised his head, the nobleman was riding his horse and looked at him in astonishment, then quickly dismounted and rushed over, approaching Arthur, hesitated again, and asked Arthur a little angrily, " How...how did you leave the palace?!"

His voice was low, obviously not wanting to draw anyone's attention.It was always a little embarrassing to be found by the courtiers sneaking out of the house. Arthur pressed the brim of his hat and motioned for Cedric to talk while walking.

It was impossible for Cedric to let Arthur walk by himself on horseback. He didn't have a carriage to follow him when he went out this time, so he could only lead the horse and walk side by side with Arthur, which attracted a lot of attention.

There was an annoyed look in Cedric's eyes, but Arthur didn't take it seriously. As long as he didn't take off his hat to reveal his blond hair, ordinary people wouldn't recognize him at all. It wouldn't be a big deal if he got a little attention, but Cedric, who looked like a A cat whose tail was stepped on.

"Your Majesty!" Cedric finally became angry from embarrassment.

Arthur cleared his throat. "Cedric, I was just hanging out."

"Then you should also bring a few guards with you! One person is really..." Cedric wanted to say something more, but when he met Arthur's pretendingly innocent eyes, the rest of the words were completely stuck in his throat, unable to vomit After coming out and unable to swallow, Duanli's face turned a faint red.

Only then did he realize that he was walking on the street with the king whom he had always admired. The light of the setting sun was extremely gentle, like a scene in a poem. The king's purple eyes seemed to have turned into With a faint rose color, she turned around and stared at him peacefully.

"Cedric." The king called his name softly.

A huge sense of dizziness broke out, and Cedric had to do his best to stand still. Naturally, he didn't want to show his ugly face in front of the king, so he worked hard and finally made his expression normal.

At least not so explicit.

"Is there a delicious restaurant nearby?" Arthur asked Cedric with the idea of ​​having a good time since he came out, "I plan to go back after dinner."

He still plans to go back after dinner? ! !Cedric fully felt what powerlessness is. He couldn't hold back the suddenly wayward king, so he had no choice but to ask him to go to a restaurant he often went to. Almost all the people who came to eat here were nobles. After seeing Cedric, almost everyone Everyone stood up to salute.

Cedric nodded haughtily in response. It was only natural for the noble Will family to maintain such a posture, but this time his posture was not so righteous, and he kept paying attention to Arthur's expression from the corner of his eye.

Arthur's eyes are glued to the chocolate fountain in the hall and can't be torn off!