"Third Prince Yuri has arrived!"
The waiter's drawn-out voice sounded from outside. A thin young man with a head almost the size of two normal people trotted in from outside the hall. There was still some sweat on his face. It seemed that he had run all the way here. On the other hand, he shouted anxiously: "I'm here to give you a birthday present for your father, am I not late?"
Everyone in the hall looked at Yuri in unison, with surprise on their faces.
"Didn't His Highness the Third Prince come to the palace banquet before?"
"Yes, I didn't notice anything strange from beginning to end. He is indeed known as the most insignificant prince."
"The key is that even His Majesty the King seems not to be aware of this."
The expressions on the ministers' faces were a little strange, and there was a hint of ridicule.
The eldest prince and the second prince each have their own strengths in culture and martial arts. They have been evenly matched for so many years, maintaining a delicate balance. No one knows who among them will become the king's successor.
But as the third prince Yuri grew up, he went further and further down the road of being ignored.
A dignified prince, obsessed with such a humble manual work as carpentry, could not get the support of any minister.
Apart from his head, he showed no sign of his importance as a prince in this empire, and even Qiao Xiu and Sean didn't bother to win over him.
For them, it is better to win over a prince who has no sense of existence than to win over a waiter next to the king.
"Running mushroom head." Amy's eyes lit up and she whispered softly.
Mag couldn't help but laugh. Not to mention, looking at it like this, it really looked like a running mushroom. But where had this guy gone before? Didn't even come to the palace banquet.
After hearing the whispers of those ministers, Mag couldn't help but feel a little distressed... Hahaha, but, sorry, I just couldn't help it.
But as those ministers said, without Yuri, the battle for the twins would have been fierce and exciting.
If Yuri is added...is this mushroom head here to be funny?
Mag was even a little worried when His Highness the Third Prince stepped forward and took out a wooden sculpture of love and gave it to the King as a birthday gift.
Mag would not be surprised at all if this kind of thing happened to him.
The king was a little surprised. He looked at Yuri who was sweating profusely and frowned: "Yuri, where were you before? Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Back to my father, I have just prepared a gift for my father. Those fools were too slow, so they arrived late." Yuri stood still, glanced at everyone in the hall, breathed a sigh of relief, and grinned. He smiled, revealing two big tiger teeth and said, "But it seems it's not too late. They haven't given gifts to my father yet, right? Then I'm not late."
The king looked at Yuri's heartless smile, and the unhappiness in his heart disappeared. Instead, he felt a little sorry for his youngest son, who barely received his attention. He nodded slightly and said, "Sit down."
"Thank you, Father." Yuri smiled and nodded. He looked around and found no place to sit.
His Majesty the Third Prince, there was no place prepared for him in this hall, and even the waiters ignored him.
The waiter's expression changed drastically, and he trotted over to bring a chair over. For a moment, he didn't know where to put the chair.
His Highness the Third Prince's status is naturally noble, but it is another problem for them to decide who can be ranked in front. For a moment, they are as anxious as ants on a hot pot.
"Little mushroom head, sit here with me." Irina waved to Yuri and said with a smile.
"This..." Yuri's face clearly showed a look of embarrassment, and he glanced towards Mag and Amy, wanting to run away.
"Huh?" Irina's smile gradually became cruel.
"OK!"
Yuri was excited and walked toward Irina with small steps and a twitchy look on his face. The smile on his face looked uglier than crying.
The waiter quickly brought the chair to Irina's side, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"She is really a smart woman, but it seems that she is really nice to Yuri?" Mag glanced at Irina. There is probably no seat in the hall that is more suitable for Yuri to sit than next to Irina. .
Irina's performance is just below Qiao Xiu's, and sitting here as the third prince of Yuri is just right, so that she will not be placed in an embarrassing position.
Yuri sat down next to Irina a little nervously, took the initiative to move the chair to the side, crossed his legs, looked a little nervous, and forced out a forced smile.
"Little mushroom head, I haven't seen you in three years, your head has grown a lot bigger again!" Irina came forward, carefully looked at Yuri's head up and down, and said with curiosity: "Other people grow taller because they grow taller. Are you growing taller because you have a bigger head?"
Yuri leaned back to avoid the evil hand that wanted to touch his head. Sister Irina was his childhood shadow. He even had a feeling that his head was most likely caused by her rubbing it too much when he was a child. That's why he grew so big.
This princess sister who had been in the palace for a while had shown great interest in his head when he was young. If it weren't for the sake of General Alex, he would never let him do so. She ravaged her head.
Of course, if he wanted to resist, he couldn't.
When he was free from wood carving, he once had the dream of a knight. At that time, his goal was General Alex, who was in the ascendant.
But before he could take the first step toward his dream, news of Alex's death came.
This was tantamount to a fatal blow to his dream. From then on, he was only obsessed with wood carving and some interesting craftsmanship.
Irina took a look at the scene and then withdrew her hand. Every time she saw this big head, she couldn't help but want to rub it. There was no malice, she just wanted to rub it.
"The birthday ceremony continues, please give a gift to His Highness the First Prince!"
The waiter got the king's instruction and shouted again.
A waiter walked quickly into the hall holding a long tray covered with a layer of red cloth. Seeing that his forehead was sweating and his hands were trembling, the contents of the tray were probably not light.
Sean stood up and lifted up the red cloth. A golden-red light shone from under the red cloth, making people squint their eyes.
On the tray was a golden-red sword. The domineering and noble carvings, the golden-red light like a flame, showed extraordinary, and the sharp sword light made people want to avoid it.
"This is?"
Everyone looked at the sword with curiosity, and they knew at a glance that it was not an ordinary sword.
Sean held up the golden sword with both hands, looked at the king and said respectfully: "Father, for thousands of years, this sword is a red flame sword. It was once the sword of the human emperor. It has been sinking in the flaming pool for nearly a thousand years. I sent people to find it." It took nearly three years for this sword to finally see the light of day again and enter the hands of the Human Emperor."
