The Missing Hat of the Black Mage and the White Prince

Chapter 9

Fars woke up in Elaine's arms.

For a black robe mage, this is a very strange situation, especially if the other party is a knight of the Church of Light.

It was just that when the two of them arrived in Loya yesterday, they were already very tired, so they fell asleep together on Elaine's bed.

Fars opened his eyes and saw the window in front of Elaine's bed.The sun shone through the carved wooden lattice windows, causing his black eyes to narrow uncomfortably.

He wanted to get up and draw the curtains, but when he moved, he found himself being held in someone's arms.

Turning his head, he saw the side face of the man, with blond hair stacked on top of his black hair, a bit like shattered sunlight, which made the black hair extra black, the man's chin rested on his shoulder, and he was breathing steadily— — Looks like he slept well.

Fals pushed Elaine a little depressed, but the latter hugged him tighter.

What is the situation, is he too unguarded, or the prince is too enthusiastic?

The more he thought about it, the more annoying he became, and Fars finally struggled in Elaine's arms, when the latter was finally woken up.

"What's wrong?" His voice was low, with a sense of relaxation from just waking up.

"Why am I on your bed?" Fals stared at him, trying to hold back the next sentence, "Why are you holding me?" After all, he still remembered that he was a manservant now.

"Yeah, why..." Yawning, Elaine let go of Fars's slender waist, turned over with the quilt in her arms, and prepared to continue sleeping.

Fars sat up, unable to grasp his thoughts at all.He sat on the head of the bed, not understanding why he was with this man, so natural...

Is it just because this man raped him?What a ridiculous reason!If the matter spread, he would rather kill himself now to meet the Dark God.

God of darkness, Fals cried out in his heart, hoping that he could figure out the secret of Elaine before the situation got out of hand.

He put on a white robe—this is obviously not his color, but he is now in the light camp, and the hostile white is always more than black. As an undercover agent, it is better to enter the country and do as the Romans do.

He stood in front of the window, the sun was warm and gentle, with a touch of warmth, he suddenly realized that he hadn't stood under the sun so quietly for a long time.

The morning air was fresh, and from the window of Elaine's room she could see the garden in the palace.

The open space in the garden is paved with bluestone slabs and bricks, with a beautiful fountain in the middle.

The statue in the middle of the fountain is a knight sitting on a horse, holding a spear and a shield in his hand, and water is pouring out of him. Fars doesn't think it's so delicate, but finds it ridiculous.

Blooming flowers all around, it's autumn now, but they'll probably last another month.The mages in the palace cast spells on these flowers to make them bloom more beautifully and last longer.

Fals saw servants hurrying by, not the kind to have time for beautiful flowers.

While everyone is entitled to the sun, not everyone has the time.

At this moment, he also saw a dark-skinned young man walking towards him in a hurry.

The silver hair of the young man reflected the beautiful luster of sterling silver in the sunlight, and the black skin further brought out the delicate facial features that are rarely possessed by human beings.

Fars thought of the dark elves in the dark city.The Dark City is not a city that exists on the ground, but a place close to the heart of the Yag Continent.

Many people describe this city as the closest to the dark zone, and the dark elves are also a loyal nation under the dark god.

However, as far as Fars knew, those proud dark nations did not serve the God of Darkness, just like the elves on the ground, they just lived according to their own ideas.

However, the stodgy king of the United Kingdom of Stemes would allow a man of dark elf blood to remain in his palace... it is inconceivable.Although in his opinion, Ural is indeed a trustworthy person.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, and Fars regretted why he didn't go back to his room just now.

He walked slowly to the door and opened it, receiving Ural's surprised gaze.

"Your action is too fast." Ural said softly, without any emotion, but judging from the words, it did contain some hostility.

Fars shrugged disapprovingly. "We just went out at night and fell asleep from exhaustion."

Ural looked at the blond prince who was still asleep, and handed the invitation to Fars. "Earl Edward's invitation should be for tomorrow night's ball."

After receiving the bronzing invitation, Fars raised his eyebrows. "I like dance parties."

"I hope you had a good time at the ball." Ural smiled mockingly.

Fars looked indifferent, and thoughtfully opened the door for him.

After Ural left, Fars opened the invitation.

To be honest, he thinks that the person Edward is most reluctant to invite is Elaine who is sleeping soundly in bed now, but he has to make a superficial effort because his status is so honorable.

Since he was the second prince of the United Kingdom of Stemes, he could not make any protest even if he had disturbed his ball.

Suddenly the invitation in his hand was taken away, he turned his head and saw the disheveled prince looking at the invitation.

He glanced at it briefly, and then put the invitation back into Fars's hand in frustration. "Prom again?"

"The dance party is a means for him to mix into high society." Fars put the invitation beside him.

Elaine frowned in disgust and yawned. "I think I've heard people say that he always shows up at the ball. I don't like people like that."

"why?"

"A man should train himself with a long sword to make himself stronger, instead of dancing with a woman in his arms." He turned to look for the clothes he was going to wear today, and kept muttering, "I really don't know what the father thinks of him a little."

"Are you going to attend tomorrow night?" Fals asked.

The prince put on his clothes and put on his sword. "To be honest, I don't want to go at all. Ivy probably wants me to ruin the dance. I don't want to be taught by my father all the time."

Resting his chin, Fars played with the quill on the table. "So we're not going?"

"Of course." Elaine said with a bitter face, "I'm Ivy's brother after all, and I can't watch her marry such a bad guy—of course, it's a different matter if she likes him, but now Come on, that doesn't seem to be the case."

"What a considerate brother." Fars whispered.

"By the way," Elaine came over suddenly and leaned on the table, "I heard that creatures like Yeke rarely get what they want?"

Fars nodded. "Yes, because the things that each Jerk cares about are different, and they all have special significance in their lives. Others may not understand it, which increases the difficulty of finding it."

"It seems that Yeke who found us was quite lucky, at least he didn't worry about a certain apple." Elaine joked, hugging his shoulders, "otherwise the apple might have been rotten until only the core remained."

"Then he will never be found." Fars smiled with regret.

"Then..." Elaine looked at Fars who was sitting on a chair and holding a quill. His eyelashes were so long that they almost covered his black pupils. There was an indescribable elegance on his face. but when he smiled, it seemed that even the air around him softened.He saw that he raised his head, the corners of his eyes were charming and charming, it was because of his smile.

"So?" Fals asked with a smile.

Elaine almost forgot what she was going to ask, she looked away timidly, and muttered, "So, then, then..." Finally, she remembered her own question. "So, what will happen to Yeke after he gets what he wants?"

Fars suddenly brushed the feather of the quill lightly across his arm. "Oh, what do you think?"

Elaine thought this was a very dangerous provocative move, but obviously the other party didn't think so.

The soft feathers lightly brushed across the forearm, and then slowly stroked back. The skin in contact with the feathers itched slightly, and itched all the way to the heart.He was a little surprised to find that a certain part of his body began to wake up slowly, and he couldn't help looking at the young man holding the feather in front of him in shock.

He rested his cheeks and looked at the quill pen with black eyes.Elaine could even feel his soft breathing.

...Maybe it's just a normal morning reaction, Elaine said to herself, and with great self-control she turned her attention to the topic. "Uh... I heard from those mages that Yeke, who has completed his obsession, seems to turn into a ghost again?"

Fars chuckled and put the quill away. "Really? But I have a different idea."

"What is it?"

Fars' fingers picked up the long hair on his forehead. "Yek is transformed from a wraith. After getting what you want, it will start again or end. No one can tell."

Elaine didn't think about it deeply. In fact, he didn't care about this matter at all. He just felt that Fars seemed to have more knowledge than ordinary followers. If he didn't look so young, maybe he would be more knowledgeable. like academics.

A picture could not help appearing in his mind——

Fars was wearing a white robe, gold-rimmed glasses, holding a book in his hand, and smiled at him.

It seems that this look is more suitable for him than last night in the cave. He stood there indifferently with no expression on his face. The black cloak fluttered gently. It will melt into the darkness in a second.

Thinking of this, his heart seemed to be held by someone, and Elaine was a little terrified, because he found that he was so attached to this person—they had only known each other for two days.But when he thought about it, if he were to leave Fars now... that would be cruel.

Fars was still sleepy when he came out of Elaine's room, and couldn't help yawning.

There was no sound in the long corridor, the overhead lights had been turned off, and the sun was shining in warmly.

Through the trees he could see another long corridor, the one he had to go through to see the king.

Several wizards in white robes walked gracefully.

The autumn wind blew their sleeves, Fars couldn't see their expressions.

This scene is very familiar. When he was very young, he would often see the white-robed mages of the palace walking gracefully through the corridors he saw.

His father was the first one, gentle and dignified.

Both grandfather and father are white-robed mages, and their family seems to have always been white-robed mages, but when it comes to me, they have become the most famous black-robed mages on the Yage continent...

He watched the court mages walk slowly through the corridor until they disappeared from his sight, and then he knocked himself on the head childishly.

Basically, he's not a nostalgic person because the past doesn't mean anything to him now.

He just - suddenly remembered, in Loya's palace.

Lifting his head slightly, looking at the clear sky, he let out a soft breath.

Fars put some black magic supplies and medicinal materials in the cabinet in his room.

He burned the belladonna leaves with the flame of a candle, letting the ashes cover the bottom of the cup, and then, with some hesitation, he picked up the foxglove, wondering whether to put it in, since it was a poison after all.

White fingers are playing with the bunch of foxgloves, and the big bell-shaped flowers hang down like a string of lovely bells.

Anyway, a small amount won't kill you.Fars gently picked one off, put it in the cup, and put a bunch of purple lavender and a few drops of potion.

Finally, the wine was poured into the glass, and there was an immediate reaction in it.

Fals frowned, looking at the disgustingly frothy glass of wine.That color would disgust even dark creatures, let alone drink it.

After thinking about it, he gently covered the cup, his black pupils shrank instantly, and a series of illusion spells were uttered from his soft lips, which did not belong to the category of black magic.

When the hand was removed, the wine in the glass turned an attractive amber color, and the aroma of the wine overflowed.

Just as he was about to pick up the wine, the door was pushed open, the poor door groaned, and then fell to one side.

"Uh... this door seems to be broken, and craftsmen are getting lazy nowadays." The perpetrator said with a guilty conscience.

Fars was stunned, only to realize that it was Elaine.

"...Good afternoon, Your Royal Highness." Fars murmured, looking at the door.

"Good afternoon." Elaine walked in quickly, and blocked Fars' sight with her body, pretending to be nonchalant. "We're going to Edward's ball tonight...are you drinking?"

"Ah? Drink?" Fals immediately turned his attention back to his cup, nodded in a panic, "Uh, yes...I want to drink a little."

Elaine reached for the wine glass curiously, and frowned slightly. "What kind of wine is this?"

"...Apple Bar, I guess." Fals looked worriedly, his fingers clenched nervously.

According to his formula and the magic used, the effect of this glass of wine is to cause red spots on the body of the person who drinks it, and it will fester quickly. At the same time, the person will fall into a coma. After two hours, the effect of the medicine will disappear, and the skin Back to smooth.

Since the direct attack of black magic is ineffective on Elaine, he wants to try whether the dark attribute medicinal materials will get the same result.

"I'm just thirsty," said Elaine, and before Fars could speak, she raised her head and downed a whole glass of wine.

"Ah..." Although he was going to do an experiment, Fars couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw Elaine drink it, and stared at him closely, "... how does it feel?"

"...it seems..." Elaine put down her wine glass and scratched her somewhat messy blond hair, "it seems... a bit bitter?"

The drug effect should have occurred immediately, but it seemed... Elaine didn't seem to respond.

"Maybe this cider has been sitting too long..." Fals said immediately, and then went to grab Elaine's arm and rolled up his sleeve.

Elaine's skin was still smooth and firm, without any sign of erythema, and her blue eyes were clear, showing no signs of falling into a coma.

"What's wrong?" Elaine also looked at her hands.

"Are you feeling sick?" Fals asked.

"No..." Elaine said honestly, "It's just that my throat is a little sour... Was it really cider just now?"

"Maybe it's been left for a long time." Fars sighed softly, confirming the guess that the dark attribute medicinal materials were also useless to him. "Your Highness, are you here to see me?"

"Uh, the dance tonight..."

"Okay, I'll go to your room before then and help you get ready for the prom," he replied formulaically.

Elaine nodded hesitantly. "……Then I wait for you."

Watching Elaine walk out of the room, Fals quickly ran to the desk and wrote down the process and results of this experiment with an ink-stained quill pen, and marked it with the date.

"Maybe we should try absinthe instead of lavender next time?" he said to himself. "By the way, work on the taste, does the wine taste good?"

He began to think like a scholar all afternoon, and finally made wine-flavored medicine with various ingredients.

He didn't know how long it was before he suddenly realized that the setting sun had filled the room.

"Oh, it's time to go to the dance." He carefully placed the improved medicine on the tray.