Ride and Cut

"So you are Bedrick." Li Cha pointed to the big black man with shiny silver hair, who was nodding his head hastily.

"Then you are the entourage appointed by His Majesty." The finger turned to the other two, and they were also affirmed.

"A typical combination of stubborn masters and treacherous ministers." The lord could not help but sigh with emotion.

Most kings have multiple heirs. Although this is the product of desire and power, it is also convenient for competition to choose an heir, and everyone will not be too outrageous under pressure. It's a pity that His Majesty Sargerei is very unique in this regard, and there is only one child, Bedric, which can be called a clean stream.

That is to say, after the age of Sargerei, nine out of ten successors to the throne of Pompeii will be the guy in front of him-what a strong sign of the country's subjugation!

The heads of the two attendants hung lower, as if they were looking for a pile of sand to bury their heads in, and it would be best not to see the sun for the rest of their lives. They can be entrusted with important tasks, and of course they are also young talents with a reputation. It is not necessary to mention the embarrassment of doing such a thing, and the worst thing is to be confronted by the victim himself.

"Hey, have you seen them before?" Li Cha turned to ask the bearded officer again.

The bearded man opened his mouth wide and stared blankly, like a mentally retarded person in the late stage of dementia. It took a while to realize that someone was asking me, and my head shook like a rattle.

"No, isn't Your Highness Bedric serving in the Dragon's Claw long ago? Why haven't you seen it before?" Li Cha felt that he had grasped the opening again.

"Although I have served in the Claw of the Dragon in name..." Compared with the two entourages who were too embarrassed to lift their heads, Bedric was much more magnanimous, and his hair flowed very elegantly. "But to be honest, this is really the first time I have been stationed."

"nominal?"

"Nowadays, many honorable children have learned the trick of mixing names with seniority. Alas, the young people in the kingdom are really inferior to each other." He is quite concerned about the country and the people. When he said this, he didn't feel guilty at all, as if he didn't realize that he happened to be one of them.

"It's almost like this." The bearded officer hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing.

Every inch of this tough guy's breath is filled with the word fierce, but at this moment he looks like a catfish suffocating out of water, his chest has to heave with all his strength to get a sliver of precious air.

"Where do you have the confidence to talk about others?" Richard was surprised, how could a gentle and old-fashioned person like His Majesty Sargerei raise such a son.

Anyway, he is also a big prince, relying on bluffing and cheating to cheat food and drink in civilian taverns, and finally throws him into his own army ashamed.

"I don't need to mess around with my qualifications, that thing is useless to me." Bedric spread his hands, looking innocent, "I'm just messing around, not the same as those people."

"Then why are you pretending to be me?" The lord put his hips on his hips, enduring the urge to beat the three of them up.

The two attendants looked at Bedric at the same time tacitly, and the latter suddenly showed a little sadness on his face, "Master Richard, it may be difficult for you to understand the heart of a squib."

Squib is a special term in the field of magic, which describes those unlucky people whose elemental talent is no different from dead wood and rock.

Everything in this world must more or less have some elemental affinity, even a leaf or a stone is no exception. For an intelligent life, whether there is more or less elemental affinity determines whether he is extremely talented or hard to carve out.

It should be pointed out that elemental cultivation has never been a narrow collection of data.

There has never been a lack of great wisdom in history who are poorly gifted and rely on resources, hard work, and luck to make a comeback. There is no shortage of so-called geniuses who are extremely talented, but drive high and low and achieve nothing.

They use their own experience to explain for the latecomers that the starting point is only the starting point, and how far they can go depends on personal practice.

—Except for Squibs, though.

The most powerful squib in history only released a fleeting flame in the era when the tide of elements was surging.

Once you bear the title of Squib, it means that magic and fighting spirit become something that is beyond your reach, and you can't even count on the Holy Word Prayer - after all, the Holy Word Prayer is relatively less dependent on the elements, not completely unnecessary.

"Are you a squib?" The lord and Sauron looked at each other and couldn't help asking.

Giant dragons can't give birth to goblins, and His Majesty Sargerei's elemental talent is obviously good. Will his son be a squib?

"Of course not, how is it possible." Bedrick laughed while holding his stomach.

Li Cha started stinging all over the floor to turn his head, ready to give this guy a taste of a concussion, but Bedric pulled him back with the next sentence.

"I'm worse than a Squib."

"His Royal Highness has a very good affinity for elements, and he can absorb free elements without meditation." The mage entourage named Byrne cleared his throat and began to actively explain the content of professional magic. "However, His Royal Highness has a very special physique and will be harmed by these elements. Therefore, every week or so, the accumulated elements in the body must be specially cleared."

"Is there such a disease?" Li Cha and Sauron looked at each other.

Generally speaking, element users will resonate with their own elements to avoid harm. For example, mages never have to worry about their own fireballs. This is the major premise of all life-enabling elements.

Fate made a big joke with Bedric—it gave him the affinity for high-grade elements, but cut off all possibilities of utilization. Even the resonance phenomenon that existed in Squibs disappeared without a trace. Bedrick was right, it was indeed inferior to Squibs.

Squib can be an ordinary person with peace of mind, but he can't, and he has to work hard to clear the elements once a week.

"According to the records, His Highness was not like this when he was young. He became like this after a high fever when he was four years old." Byrne said softly, "But the specific reason is still unclear."

"Dude, do you know how painful the so-called removal of elements is?" Bedrick covered his chest, and made an exaggerated crying face. "It's almost like sticking a bamboo stick in the big toenail, and then kicking it against the wall with all your strength, and it has to come once a week."

"Hiss~" From the false description, the lord could feel the real pain, and the ten toes inside the shoe were suddenly grasped into a ball.

He could understand Bedrick a bit.

Humans are not machines, and long-term suffering will almost certainly have a profound impact on one's character. Generally speaking, one either sinks in and becomes more and more perverted without a bottom line, or is cynical and hangs around like he doesn't care about anything.

No matter how bad the latter is, it is at least hundreds of times stronger than the former, especially for a core member of the royal family who is likely to inherit the throne.

"So, Lord Richard, I heard that you can conquer thousands of troops with pure physical strength. It really makes my heart surge." Bedrick smiled suddenly, his teeth were dazzlingly white, "My dream has come true in you. To be honest, I am very jealous."

"So you just pretend to be yourself and enjoy yourself?" Li Cha couldn't laugh or cry.

"That's right."

The lord took the initiative to pat Bedrick on the shoulder, "Welcome to Alpine Castle to play in the future."