173 Make you three wishes (18)

Slater waited for a while but didn't get a reply. He turned around and saw her smiling slightly.

So it won’t be effective for me?

Slater felt a little disappointed.

If we go to the Maghreb, will we be able to find a way to keep her?

Slater left early the next morning with the oil lamp and said something to the old man before leaving.

The expression on the other party's face covered with old fine lines was stagnant, and finally he smiled stiffly and nodded without asking anything.

The young man had very few things, so he carried a small pocket and packed the oil lamp.

The rising sun illuminated the village golden, and a thin mist spread over the branches of the forest.

The fisherman stood at the door of the cabin and watched the boy's retreating figure, but the boy did not look back.

The moist wind swept gently, as if it had touched everything, and then dispersed without mercy.

It wasn't until the figure completely disappeared that Slater slowly stopped.

With his long eyelashes half closed, he took out the black bracelet from his pocket, glanced at it casually, and put it back slowly.

Maybe next time you come back, everything will be different.

"stop!"

Before he even stepped on the pedal, he was stopped by two soldiers.

Slater looked at the man coming up behind him expressionlessly.

Lucifer didn't expect to meet him here when he returned to the palace, so he hurriedly asked the soldiers to stop him.

The young man outside turned around and faced the escorts who were following him. His three-dimensional facial features were as handsome as a knife, and his thin lips were as pale as water.

Lucifer raised his head, his nostrils turned upward, his eyes full of arrogance and disdain, "You have to let us Royal Guards go up first. After all, we usually work very hard for the country."

The young man stepped aside, without even frowning, and glanced at them flatly.

I don't want to argue with the other party at all.

Lucifer grunted, feeling like his fist was hitting cotton.

When she was getting on the splint, she glared at him fiercely and whispered something into the captain's ear.

"Ahem, I'm really sorry, I'm afraid it will take a little time for everyone!"

The captain came out of the control room and glanced around, seeing that Slater was temporarily apologetic.

He picked up the loudspeaker and said loudly:

"Recently, the palace is controlling the flow of people entering and leaving the coast, so ship inspections are stricter. Anyone who wants to go to the Maghreb must have something to prove that he is a local."

Most of the people on the ship are powerful people, some have rings, some have badges, and some have logos on their clothes.

It’s not too much to ask for an inspection.

It's just that everyone's eyes are looking at the same person.

The delicate-looking blond boy doesn't seem to be a member of any family, so he probably won't be able to take the boat.

The captain also glanced regretfully at the boy wearing linen clothes. If Captain Lucifer hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have known about it.

Lucifer coughed and walked to him from the crowd, trying to be gentle and polite, "What is your identity mark?"

A woman in a luxurious dress shook her head and half covered her face with a handkerchief.

She couldn't bear to see the young man being asked to get off the boat. She thought it was quite a pity.

But there is no way.

There was no such rule before. It seems that he is not very lucky. I hope God can help him.

Before Slater could answer, Lucifer suddenly said again:

"I understand. We in the Maghreb have several classic questions. If you can tell the answer, you can prove it."

Lucifer turned around, looked at everyone, and smiled gently:

"Right?"