I! Cleaner!

Your father? Former king? ! ? !

After hearing the answer from the Freckled Prince, the Luojian Shaman who was in charge of the reception couldn't help being shocked, and almost his eyes popped out.

Didn't it mean that the old king was too sick to get out of bed and couldn't come? He wasn’t even on the personnel list I got! Why did he drag his sick body over here?

This... if the old king suddenly rushed over, it would be a trivial matter if he didn't prepare the corresponding ceremonial guards and reception specifications. If he accidentally died of illness here and passed away in company with His Majesty the Witch King, it would be a really big deal! ! !

"Is His Majesty Westeros here too?"

After glancing towards the boarding tower at the back and not seeing the "seriously ill old king", Luojian Shaman couldn't help but look at the freckled prince and asked nervously:

"May I ask how your Majesty is doing in Westeros? Do you need... No! Please wait a moment, I'll go find the witch doctor right away!"

"No need."

After reaching out to stop the chaotic Logian Shaman, Leon glanced at Joshua, who was already numb on the road, and explained with a strained expression:

"His Majesty Westeros is not here. Joshua just called me."

Turns out he didn’t come!

After hearing the first half of Leon's words, Logian Shaman's tense body suddenly relaxed a lot as if he was relieved. After all, if the old king really died of illness on the way to the mission, then he would...

Wait a moment!

After playing it over and over in his mind several times to confirm that he had indeed heard it correctly, the black and green paint on Luojian Shaman's face suddenly twisted uncontrollably, and then he asked confusedly:

"His Royal Highness Joshua... was he calling you just now? He... he was calling you father?!?!"

"Um."

"..."

What a piece of shit you are! Is this a fucking problem that can be solved with just a yes?

Looking at Leon who nodded and recognized the title, and then looked at Joshua who looked decadent, Luo Jian, who had become a great shaman at the age of only thirty-five, felt as if his head was stuck on a totem pole. I was stunned for a moment, and my whole mind was blown away by the overwhelming amount of information.

You...he...you married his sister, but he calls you daddy? The hierarchy of your kingdom is different from that of all other kingdoms. Can you recognize it casually?

Also, isn’t His Highness Joshua hostile to you?

When I came here, the president specially told me to test the attitude of His Highness Joshua towards you and see what he, who is related to our shaman society, thinks about you and Queen Veronica. Are you prepared to resist you?

So I just asked you separately and asked Prince Joshua if he was "together" with you, but you... this is more than just being together or not! Even dad recognizes this! ! !

"Okay, let's get down to business first!"

Due to the restrictions of [Bedtime Story], he could not say anything that would "destroy the character". Leon really didn't know how to explain the father-son relationship between himself and Joshua, so he had to maintain the character of the evil prince, with a face He urged impatiently:

"How did you do the reception? Can you waste my time like this?"

"I...sorry, I just didn't expect..."

After being scolded by Leon, the Logian shaman, who was shocked by what he discovered, finally came back to his senses, then walked forward hand in hand and followed the path:

"Guys, please follow me. The sled to the inner courtyard is ready."

"Um."

After snorting with an attitude that suited his personality, Leon took the timid maid, the dozing guard, and his brutal and arrogant son onto a super-large sleigh waiting on the roadside.

After Lyon and his party sat down in the sleigh, the Logian shaman, who looked extremely complicated, picked up the wooden whistle hanging on his chest as if he had seen a ghost, and blew two whistles at the two groups of tall moose in front of the sleigh. Voice.

"Beep! Beep!"

"Poof! Poof!"

Following the movements of the Logian shaman, a high-pitched and clear whistle and the dull and rich snort of the moose sounded at the same time. The red sled, wider than the eight-person carriage, was dragged by two teams of nearly three-meter-high moose. It floated directly from the street.

"Oh!"

She didn't expect that the sled would fly up and crash... The maid couldn't help but screamed in surprise, and quickly reached out and grabbed the handle next to the seat.

Immediately afterwards, the huge sled rose rapidly in her panic, and soon passed through the low clouds above the Secret City and arrived at another strange place full of flying objects.

A tall flying horse with two wings on its back, a huge leaf that can carry several adults, a colorful magic carpet woven from some kind of thatch, a hollow wooden pillar covered with oil paint and carvings...

All kinds of messy flying props, supported by some weird power, floated above the clouds without any hindrance, flying to different destinations in various weird ways.

"This...how can these people fly? They all have abnormal objects?"

"Humph, it's just flying. Once I find the witch who wrote to me and take over the entire Witch Kingdom, I will move all of this back!"

After being forced to make a statement that suited his personality, the evil Prince Lyon explained to his maid in a vicious voice:

"Although the kingdom of witches is called the kingdom of witches, there are actually very few witches in it. Basically, they only have the lineage of the Great Witch King, and more are a collection of various associations. It is also the only one among the Twelve Kingdoms that does not belong to the 'ordinary people' country.”

"Association?"

"It is the secret organization that those people who do not rely on the sudden changes of abnormal objects, but have mastered some mysterious powers on their own, have gathered continuously over the years and established themselves."

After briefly explaining the meaning of association, Leon looked back at the other sled that was following him, then pointed at the Logian shaman sitting in the sled and said:

"For example, the Logian shaman who just came to pick us up is a high-ranking member of the shaman association. There are a total of seventeen such large associations in the country of witches. The presidents of these seventeen large associations The joint council formed is the highest authority organization in the Kingdom of Witches.”

I see……

After listening to the answer from "Senior Lyon", Miss Chuangpo couldn't help but exclaimed, and the sleepy guard who was woken up also became energetic for the first time. He opened the window and asked curiously:

"Here... Your Majesty, how many associations are there in the Kingdom of Witches?"

"Why do you have so many problems?"

After yelling at Ma Shimei according to his character, the evil prince Leon said with an unhappy expression:

"According to the information I checked before coming here, there are about thirty or so official associations in the Kingdom of Witches, and the total number of strange secret associations and underground associations in private is estimated to be over a hundred. I can grasp it. The total number of mysterious forces cannot be counted.

It's just that even for witches, numerology, curses, secret contracts, spiritual numbers... these big associations, the intensity of the mysterious power they control is very low. Most of them can't even compare to the most ordinary third-level cleaners. Only those few... …Hold on tight! "

Amid Leon's reminder, someone didn't know what went wrong. The sled that was running smoothly suddenly tilted to the left, and an angry female voice immediately came from the front left.

"Hey! Just watch it!"

Leon, who had stabilized his body, turned his head and looked around, and then he found, somewhat speechless, that the thatched flying carpet that had been floating in the distance had come closer to the sled at some point, and the moose pulling it was probably hungry and was biting it. He jerked the thatched flying carpet under his buttocks.

Probably noticing Leon's gaze, the coachman driving the sled couldn't help but tense up, and hurriedly whipped the moose several times before pulling it back away from the thatched flying carpet.

The hooded woman sitting on the flying carpet, after reacting to the anger of having her flying carpet chewed, probably recognized the exclusive mark on the sled, and flew away in despair before the coachman could say anything.

"Excuse me."

After barely resolving the "traffic accident", the driver apologized nervously:

"The lady slowed down too suddenly and I didn't have time to turn. Besides, I had specially fed it before coming here, but I don't know what happened to this beast..."

"Uh-huh."

After waving his hand impatiently to signal the coachman to shut up, Evil Prince Leon stared at the woman's running back, frowning in confusion.

Although the woman just concealed herself very well, she did look at me with a strange surprise, as if she had found some treasure... Could someone be instigating her to find me?