I'm playing mud in Western Fantasy

The script was changed, and the murder that happened on the night of 500 years ago was repeated.The golden hair arced in the air, and the people who came to the temple to pray couldn't take their eyes off the handsome king's face in front of them.

The deep and melodious singing hovered in front of the temple, and Roland seemed to have heard the sound of armor colliding behind him.An assassin is just a hunter who fights alone and hides in the dark. If exposed to the light, the assassin loses his meaning.

"It's time to go." The white-haired count broke free from the ropes that bound him and stood up, but the opera was at its climax, and the assassin who played the false god walked onto the stage in a woman's dress.

The funny appearance made the audience laugh continuously, but soldiers holding blue shields had already poured out of the temple, surrounding the entire temple square from the outside.

The king whose life had been taken lay down on the ground, and the assassin dressed in the same service as today's king walked out of the door, and laughed loudly after probing that the king was no longer breathing.

The wine glass in Lusi XV's hand had been smashed to the ground, and his roar echoed in the temple: "Where is the saint! I need her explanation!"

"Kill them!"

Soldiers made their way through the crowd, and magicians in blue robes began to chant spells.Roland drew out his sword, turned the assassin who hadn't played yet with his feet, and said coldly: "If you pretend to be dead, you are really dead, Master Windsor."

The count stretched out his hand: "The performance is over, we should go."

"No." Windsor opened her eyes and stood up with the Earl's strength, "There is one more link."

Roland was pulled to his side, pressed his back and forced to bend down: "Don't forget to call the curtain, honorable Earl."

"Thank you for watching Master Windsor's performance. If you are interested, welcome to watch my performance in the land of chaos." Windsor said loudly with a smile.

Roland broke away from his hand: "I don't think the audience should be included in the curtain call."

"You are not an audience, my lord Earl." Windsor laughed, "Even if you play a temporary cameo as a magician, you need a curtain call, even if you don't have a single line."

Soldiers had stepped out of the crowd, pointing their spears at the assassin and the earl in the center.The chanting in the magician's mouth stopped, and various elemental spells shot out from the top of the staff, rushing towards their targets.

The assassins who acted as musicians surrounded the assassins and the earl, and the musical instruments in their hands turned into weapons. The black magic circle lit up under their feet, and the black shadow roared and swallowed all the lights of all colors into its belly. Isolate approaching soldiers.

"Their archers have fully drawn their bows." Roland clenched his sword tightly.

Windsor smiled: "Don't be nervous, Your Excellency has already prepared a way for us to go home."

The assassin looked at the angry King Luz, and said his greetings from a distance of [-] meters.

Your Majesty, are you satisfied with my performance?

A sincere smile appeared on his face, stabbing Lu Sixi in the eye.He swung his right hand, and the soldiers stepped forward to stab their spears, and the magician chanted again.

But the black magic circle on the ground became brighter and brighter, and the rising shadows enveloped everyone, and any spells were isolated.

The black shadow gradually distorted and shrunk, and the people in the center of the square disappeared without a trace. Only a sentence with a smile remained, which was blown by the cold wind and sent to Lu Sififteen's ear.

"His Majesty Luce, I wish you a Happy New Year."

Fei Xi was only willing to dance the first dance with Yilin, but after the Spring Festival prelude passed, the music became normal, very in line with the background of the story setting of the whole world, so the magician had to have another song with his king.

The aroma of wine filled the air, and Fei Xi wrinkled his nose: "Would it be too early to open the wine cellar at noon? If everyone is drunk, there will be no spectators at the Jinfeng ceremony at night."

"Don't worry about it. 500 years ago, the celebration started in the morning, and the whole capital was immersed in wine and dance music all day long. But the later it got, the more excited they were."

People's life in Western Fantasy without advanced technology is filled with various festivals, endless wine, endless meat, and music that doesn't stop until late at night.

Drink the strongest wine, dance the latest di.Fei Xi felt that the reason for the short life of Xi Fanren had been found.

Fei Xi laughed: "I'm just worried that no one will listen to your speech. After all, someone wrote until late at night yesterday."

Yilin lowered his head and gently rubbed Fei Xi's nose: "I heard an interesting rumor recently, and I want to ask you, Venus."

Fei Xi raised her eyebrows: "Is there anything in this world that His Majesty doesn't know?"

The king turned around with his arms around him, and moved his hand on the back of the waist to slowly caress the magician's abdomen: "For example, when did there be a little prince here?"

"Also, when did I have an engagement with Tina and it was dissolved?"

Fishy: ...

System: "Promise me, there is no such thing as a New Year's Eve cannon."

Feci: "I don't want to."

"My dear, I have never imprisoned a pregnant magician in a castle for my own enjoyment. If we do have a prince, I swear to you in the name of the goddess, you will be the most noble on this continent." People, even the saintesses of the temple have to bow their heads to you."

Yilin supported the magician's waist and stepped on a small dance step, clinging to his body in the gentle music, ensuring that his words would not be heard by a third person.

Fei Xi looked up at him, pursed her lips and said, "Your Majesty, I think I can explain."

Ilyn: "All ears, my morning star."

Fei Xi looked at those green smiling eyes and didn't know where to start to explain. His brain was confused by the lingering music, and he couldn't think of anything. He could only look at those eyes and apologize: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty..."

System: "? Aren't you very good at speaking? Why don't you explain clearly?"

System: "Are you ready for the first shot of the new year?"

System: "Am I the person you love the most? Why don't you speak?"

Fei Xi completely ignored the system's nonsense, only heard Yilin ask: "Why are you sorry?"

The magician was in chaos, his brain short-circuited and he opened his mouth: "What if it's not a prince, but a princess?"

"Oh..." Yilin raised his eyebrows and looked at Fei Xi in surprise, and stopped dancing.

Feci: "I mean, if you were not a prince, but a princess, then you would..."

"Of course." Yilin sighed: "Although no princess from Longchao has ever ascended the throne, I don't mind my daughter becoming the first queen of Longchao."

Yilin held Fei Xi's face, and kissed on the last beat of the dance music: "It's just my dear, you have to give me a princess first."

"I didn't mean it. I was just a little angry. After all, they've been talking about you and Tina..."

Erin: "You know it's impossible."

"But it doesn't prevent me from caring." Fei Xi said softly, "I'm just narrow-minded, and I really care about these things that you don't care about."

He gathered the bright red cloak that was about to slip off his shoulders, not daring to look up into Yilin's eyes: "Not every star is as perfect as you think, Your Majesty."

System: "Why did your mood suddenly drop?"

Fei Xi: "Don't guess what the boy is thinking."

"...But Yilin's mood index has been rising." Before the system finished speaking, the bright red cloak on Feixi's shoulders was pulled over by Yilin to cover it, blocking prying eyes.

The kiss fell on the lips, and the lips and teeth became intimate. Fei Xi's face hidden under the red cloak gradually turned red, but the hand on the shoulder did not let go.

"This is to punish you for giving me a prince...or a princess when I didn't know it."

Yilin stared at the panting face and said softly: "Perhaps we can pray to the goddess that we have a child, no matter male or female, he will be the most noble king on this continent, my favorite child .”

"What if not?" Fei Xi looked at him.

Yilin hugged him tightly: "Then you are my favorite god, Venus."

The magician and the king left the stage, and whispered discussions chased their figures until they disappeared from sight.

Yilin took his mage and sat down on the bench by the tree, and the hands they held were not loosened for a long time.

It's just that the magic circle suddenly appeared on the ground, and the assassin and the earl who had returned from a long journey appeared in front of him, interrupting the king's bowing and kissing.

Roland: ...

Windsor: ...

"Your Majesty, please forgive our rudeness. This was just an accident." Roland explained.

Windsor put on a thick fur coat for him: "My lord, I suggest you get dressed before explaining why we are here."

"Has the contract been completed?" Ilyin asked.

Windsor nodded: "The moment Luth XV saw Roland, the contract was completed. Moreover, the saint was seriously injured, and it seems that she cannot recover in a short time."

He paused, then added with a smile: "I think in the limited life of the saint, the wounds on her body can't heal."

"I'll talk about these things later, I think you should need a glass of wine now." Yilin said.

Windsor: "I brought back a little gift for His Excellency the Priest, and I want to give it to him personally."

Fei Xi opened the map, looked at the red dot with Ussi's name on it and frowned: "He is in the cemetery now, if you want to find him, remember to bring him back with you."

"As you order, Your Majesty the Magician."

Windsor turned and left with the assassin, and the earl said only when he was far away: "Everything is going well, Your Majesty."

Yilin: "Thank you for your hard work."

"Luth XV took all the decorations on my head, even my robe, and tried to give me death in an opera. This is an insult to a nobleman." Roland slowly road.

"I will compensate you for your lost property." Yilin took out a golden key from the ring and put it in the earl's palm: "After the celebration, go and pick out what you want."