186 Make you three wishes (31)

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly and thought for a moment. He remembered that his master had said something about the curse.

It's really okay if you don't make three wishes.

Forget it, it's none of his business anyway.

It was late, and Slater and Louie returned to the Legion.

It was extremely quiet along the way.

Louis accidentally didn't speak this time, probably because he was a little drunk.

He kept his head down and looked at the ground, "Slater comes."

The tone was serious.

The other party paused, stopped, and turned around. His eyes were still as calm and indifferent as before.

Louis seemed to have made up his mind, gritting his teeth, "I heard your conversation, and I know you have a magic lamp that can make any wish come true."

"so?"

Slater's calm reaction surprised him slightly.

Louis closed his eyes and opened them again.

"So your final wish is for the Kingdom of the Maghreb to prosper forever, so to speak?"

The icy moonlight was wrapped in the chill of the cold wind. The thin and tall figure in front raised his head. The young man's delicate face was blurred by the night, and only his outline was hazy.

Slater stood there and looked at him calmly, and the cold voice blew past his ears like the night wind, "Have you ever thought about why the king always wants to live forever?"

Louis has always been a straightforward person, and joining the Guard is also to serve the country.

He always defends the kingdom unswervingly without complaint, even if he expresses his wishes selfishly, he has a clear conscience.

But at this time, he was stunned by the question.

"Do you really know what you are protecting?"

Slater looked directly at him coldly, "I was just a fisherman before coming here."

Louis was stunned, his brain didn't know what to think. This sentence reminded him of the first time the two met, when the other party was wearing patched clothes.

Tattered.

However, the other party has changed so much that he would have forgotten it if he didn't bring it up.

"I only know that the day before I came to the Maghreb, my house was almost burned down."

The young man sneered, his voice seemed to be talking to himself.

"It's just because it happens to block the way for the escort to ride up the mountain, so they don't like it."

Guards?

Louis frowned imperceptibly. Was this actually done by someone from their escort?

Louis opened his eyes in disbelief, "What are they doing up the mountain?"

“Search for immortality for the king.”

Slater replied calmly, and the blurry figure gradually moved away, "Although the conditions were very difficult at that time, it was better than some royal people who appeared gentle and polite on the surface, but were rotten on the inside."

Louis froze on the spot, with doubts in his heart that he had never had before.

yes……

What are they protecting?

Why did the king want to live forever?

Because of……

Royal power?

Or do you want to deceive everyone and show your "value"?

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A middle-aged man with gray hair and a long beard on his cheeks was lying on a bench basking in the sun.

He looks kind-hearted.

He was wearing expensive gold and white striped robes and had an agate ring on his finger bone.

"His Royal Highness the Duke of Orleans, someone wants to see you."

As if he was interrupted in his meditation, he snorted angrily, "Gone!"

His legs were crossed in a decent manner and he shook his legs.

Logically speaking, after he clearly refused, those people had no reason to stay.

But they still looked calmly, as if they had expected this answer.

One of the men, dressed simply and neatly, stepped forward with a tray in his hand.

A piece of fine velvet was spread on top.