Chapter 801: The Kingdom of Miko and the 7 Societies
Chapter 801: The Kingdom of Miko and the Seventeen Societies
Your father? The former king?!?!
After hearing the Freckled Prince's answer, the Logian Shaman in charge of the reception was so shocked that he almost popped his eyes out.
Didn't they say that the old king was too ill to get out of bed and couldn't come? He wasn't on the list of people I got! How did he come here despite his illness?
This…if the old king suddenly comes over, it’s still a small matter if we don’t prepare the corresponding ceremonial guards and reception standards. But if he accidentally dies of illness here and dies together with His Majesty the Great Witch King, then it will be a big deal!!!
"Is His Majesty Westeros here too?"
After glancing at the boarding tower behind him and not seeing the "seriously ill old king", Shaman Logian could not help but look at Prince Freckles and asked nervously:
"May I ask how His Majesty Westeros is doing? Does he need... No! Please wait a moment, I will go find a witch doctor right away!"
"No need."
After reaching out to stop the flustered Logian Shaman, Leon glanced at Joshua, who was already numb on the road, and explained with a somewhat awkward 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, the originally tense body of the Logian Shaman suddenly relaxed a lot as if a heavy burden had been lifted. After all, if the old king really died of illness on the way to the mission, then he would...
Wait!
After replaying it several times in his mind and confirming that he had heard it correctly, the black and green paint on Logian's face suddenly twisted uncontrollably, and then he asked in confusion:
"His Highness Joshua...was he calling you just now? He...he called you father?!?!"
"Ah."
"..."
What the hell are you saying! Is this a problem that can be solved by just saying "hmm"?
Looking at Leon who nodded and accepted the title, and then looking at Joshua who had a decadent look on his face, Logian, who became a great shaman at the age of only 35, felt as if his head was hit by a totem pole, and his entire train of thought was blown up by the huge amount of information.
You...he...you married his sister, but he calls you dad? The seniority system in your kingdom is different from that in all other kingdoms. Can you recognize them casually?
Also, isn’t this Prince Joshua hostile to you?
When I came here, the president specifically told me to remember to test His Highness Joshua's attitude towards you, and to find out what he, who has a connection with our Shaman Society, thinks of you and Queen Veronica, and whether he is prepared to resist you.
So I just asked you separately, asking you alone whether Prince Joshua was “with” you, but you… this is more than just being together or not! You even acknowledged him as your father!!!
"Okay, let's get down to business first!"
Due to the restrictions of the [Bedtime Story], Leon couldn't say anything that would "destroy his character". He really didn't know how to explain the father-son relationship between him and Joshua. He could only maintain the character of the evil prince and urged impatiently:
"How do you do reception? Can you waste my time like this?"
"I...I'm sorry, I just didn't expect..."
After being scolded by Leon, the shocked Logian Shaman finally came to his senses. He then took steps with his hands and feet together, and led the way:
"Please follow me, the sled leading to the inner courtyard is ready."
"Ah."
With an attitude that matched his personality, Leon snorted and boarded a large sled waiting on the roadside with the timid maid, the dozing guard, and his wild and arrogant son.
After Lyon and his party sat down in the sled, the Logian shaman, with a complicated expression, picked up the wooden whistle hanging on his chest as if he had seen a ghost, and blew twice towards the two teams of tall moose in front of the sled.
"Beep! Beep!"
"Pfft! Pfft!"
As the Logian shaman moved, the high-pitched and clear whistle and the dull and deep snort of the moose sounded at the same time. A red sled, which was wider than an eight-person carriage, floated directly from the street, towed by two teams of nearly three-meter-tall moose.
"Ah!" The maid, who had never expected the sled to fly up and break..., couldn't help but scream and quickly reached out to grab the handle next to the seat.
Then, the huge sled rose rapidly amid her panic, and soon passed through the low clouds over the Mystic City and came to another strange place full of flying objects.
A tall Pegasus 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 strange force, floated above the clouds unhindered, and were flying to different destinations in all kinds of strange ways.
"How...how can these people fly? Do they all have anomalies?"
"Humph, it's just flying. After I find the witch who wrote to me and take over the entire witch kingdom, I will move all these back!"
After being forced to make a statement that fits his character, the evil Prince Leon explained to his maid in an evil tone:
"Although the Kingdom of Witches is called the Kingdom of Witches, there are actually very few witches in it. Basically, there are only the lineage of the Great Witch King, and most of them are a collection of various associations. It is also the only country in the Twelve Kingdoms that does not belong to 'ordinary people'."
"Association?"
"It is a secret organization established by people who have mastered some mysterious powers on their own instead of relying on sudden changes of abnormal objects. Over a long period of time, they have gathered together and established themselves."
After briefly explaining the meaning of the association, Leon looked back at the other sled that followed behind 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 Society. There are a total of 17 shaman societies as large as the Shaman Society in the Witch Country. The joint council composed of the presidents of these 17 large societies is the highest authority organization in the Witch Country."
I see……
After hearing the answer from "Senior Leon", Miss Crash couldn't help but exclaimed, and the sleepy guard who was awakened also became alert for once, clinging to the window and asking curiously:
"My Lord... How many societies are there in the Kingdom of Miko?"
"Why do you have so many questions?"
After yelling at Ma Shemei in accordance with his character setting, the evil prince Leon said with an unhappy look on his face:
“According to what I found out before I came here, there are about thirty associations in the Kingdom of Witches, and the total number of those strange secret associations and underground associations in private is estimated to be over a hundred. The total number of people who possess mysterious powers is impossible to count.
But even for the witches, numerology, curses, secret contracts, spiritual numbers... these large associations, the strength 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!"
As Leon reminded him, something went wrong. The sled, which was originally running smoothly, suddenly tilted to the left, and an angry female voice immediately came from the front left.
"Hey! Watch out!"
Lyon steadied his body and looked sideways, then he was speechless to find that the thatched flying carpet that was floating in the distance had moved close to the sled at some point, and the moose that was pulling it was probably hungry, and was biting the thatched flying carpet under the sled's butt and pulling it hard.
Perhaps noticing Leon's gaze, the driver of the sled tensed up all over and whipped the moose a few times in a hurry, finally pulling it back from the thatched carpet reluctantly.
The hooded woman sitting on the flying carpet, after recovering from the anger of having her carpet bitten, probably recognized the unique mark on the sled, and flew away in shame without waiting for the coachman to say anything.
"Excuse me."
After barely resolving this "traffic accident", the driver apologized nervously:
"That lady slowed down so suddenly that I didn't have time to turn. Besides, I fed her before I came, but I don't know what happened to this beast..."
"Uh-huh."
After waving his hand impatiently to signal the coachman to shut up, the evil prince Leon stared at the woman's back as she ran away in shame, frowning in confusion.
Although the woman concealed it very well just now, there was indeed a strange surprise in her eyes when she looked at herself, as if she had found some treasure... Is someone asking her to look for me?
(End of this chapter)