Shermie bent his body and trotted back to Ji Hao's house.
"Your Highness, we have. Today, His Majesty is visiting the empire. The entire street is on lockdown. Let's go somewhere else."
Riding on the horse, the third prince snorted coldly. "What His Majesty? It's just a fake created by those old b * stards from the Association of Mages. How can he be the guardian of human beings?"
"Your Highness, please be careful. This friendly visit was arranged by His Majesty himself. The empire has spent a lot of efforts. Even if we don't help, we can't ruin it." Barber smiled bitterly.
It had been more than four years since he and Ursula had sought refuge with the Third Prince Williams with Robb's letter. Williams had taken good care of the two of them. Not only had he helped them solve their problems from the Temple, but he had also treated them like a guest.
However, Barber did not want to do nothing. After discussing with Ursula, he found Williams, hoping that he could help Williams. Therefore, under their repeated requests, Barber became Williams' guard, and Ursula helped Williams manage his properties in the south.
Barber clearly knew that he was not powerful enough to be a guard for a prince, not to mention a personal guard. However, Williams did not lack fighters. Barber was more like a right-hand man. From time to time, he would remind Williams of some things that he had missed, or he would give Williams some advice when he knew that it would make Williams unhappy. Shermie, as a loyal henchman, could never do that.
Barber was not afraid of offending Williams, not because of his relationship with Rob. Instead, it was because 'if you treat me like a knight of the empire, I will return the favor.' For Williams' sake, Barber did not care even if he was kicked out of the house. For the first time, Williams listened to him and took him with him wherever he went.
Together with Shermie, he became Williams's right-hand man. Although Barber did not think highly of "that His Majesty", he had to remind His Highness the third prince because of his duty.
"I know, I know." Williams was a bit unhappy. Although he said so, he jumped off the horse and squeezed to the entrance of the street.
Shermie and Barber were still worried. They hurriedly followed him.
The three of them found a place where they could see the street. Barber wanted to say something, but Williams waved his hand and stopped him. "Relax. I'm just here to check on that guy."
Shermie spread his arms and tried his best to push the people in front of Williams away, like a loyal dog protecting its master. However, Williams didn't appreciate it. He said impatiently, "Alright, alright, don't do these useless things. I know what kind of person you are. Aren't you tired after acting all day?"
Hearing this, Shermie's eyes turned red as if he had been wronged, "Your Highness, I don't like to hear this. Do I need to pretend to be loyal to you? You might not be able to see it normally, but in times of crisis, you'll know who the first person to stand in front of you is! "
On the other side, Shermie, and Shermie. Wise, he did not get involved.
"Shermie, Shermie," Shermie said. Shermie Maje, said.
"His Majesty Painter is in the city!"
No one knew who shouted, but the welcoming crowd on both sides of the street suddenly became excited. The Royal Orchestra was in charge of clearing the way. As the conductor raised his baton, the orchestra played a solemn tune, and the crowd waved their handkerchiefs and banners with all their might.
Williams narrowed his eyes and said sourly, "Oh, if I didn't know better, I would think that guy is in a hurry to be buried."
As soon as he said that, the people around him glared at him. However, when they saw the swords on their waists, the situation did not get worse.
The corners of Barber's eyes twitched. He was afraid that the Third Prince would say something. He was very against Williams coming here. Even if he really just wanted to take a look at the person who had been in the limelight for the past two years, he was now trapped in the sea of people. If something happened, his identity as a prince might not be able to protect him.
Besides, with his identity, it was not difficult for him to see that His Majesty. There was a ball in the palace tonight, but Williams declined, saying that he was sick.
Barber could probably guess where Williams' hostility came from. Putting aside his rationality, he actually disliked this Painter very much in his heart. The reason was very simple. He was the person chosen by the Association of Mages to replace Robb after Robb's disappearance.
It was said that the Sorcerer's Association had invested heavily in him. They had taken out all the useful items from their respective treasuries and equipped them on him. The experts of the council, including Da Vinci, had all trained him for a period of time. They had done everything they could to raise his cultivation from the fifth grade to the ninth grade in just one and a half years.
He was even younger than Rob. A level nine mage who was less than twenty years old had never been heard of in the history of mankind. It was unprecedented, and it would probably never happen again.
It was no wonder that he was so proud. The Royal Orchestra opened the way, the Empire's First Knight Division protected him, and the Griffin Team guarded the sky. Even Reinhardt VII himself had never enjoyed such extravagance.
With the Magic Association and the major forces sparing no effort in spreading the news, ordinary people quickly accepted that Painter was better than Rob and thought that he was the most suitable candidate to be the guardian of mankind. Therefore, all the treatment that Rob had enjoyed before was transferred to him, and it was even better.
However, people like Williams who knew part of the inside story knew that the so-called new guardian was just a substitute created by the Magic Association to make up for the loss of Rob to deal with the situation that was getting more and more complicated.
Sometimes, the fiercer the publicity, the more guilty the one who made it seemed.
Williams looked coldly at the figure standing on the carriage. Under the light, he could not see the person's face clearly. He could only vaguely tell that the person was too young.
Although he had promised Barber that he would stay obediently, he would not be the third prince if he did not do something at this time.
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