192 Make you three wishes (37)

Slater stepped forward and said casually: "Your Majesty, after so many years, aren't you tired?"

If you are tired, take a good rest, he will be the king.

He has his own mission.

He has his own responsibilities.

His father said something that he very much agreed with. He really shouldn't just stay in that small place and be a fisherman all his life.

But after becoming the king, he brought his father here.

It doesn't matter whether others say that he is deliberate or ruthless.

"Slater, do you know what you are doing?" The old king's face was so dark that it was almost dripping with ink.

"Of course." Slater looked at him calmly, as if he were a complete stranger and insignificant person.

"It's time for you to come down." The last five words were said lightly and indifferently.

The old king was successfully angered by these words, and he glanced at everyone present. No one was on his side.

He had no choice but to walk down under the strange looks of everyone, and then raised the gourd on his waist.

Before everyone could figure out what he was doing, they saw him smiling strangely.

"So what if we lose?"

He held the gourd high and spun around in circles, looking up at the sky with obsession in his eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet because he looked so scary.

"Anyway, I can make three wishes." The old king murmured in a low voice.

He quickly unplugged the gourd, and a cloud of white gas rushed out.

The king began to mutter to himself like a mantra: "Dear Miss Djinn, I will make my first wish..."

! ! !

They really didn't expect him to come up with this, so the guards all pulled out their scabbards and took a step back, taking a defensive stance.

Slater's eyes darkened instantly, his hand tightly grasped the handle, and his whole body exuded a cold temperament. It seemed as if the person was going to be killed directly in the next second.

However, when the smoke in the air gradually dissipated, nothing appeared.

The old king was shocked, his hands shook, and then he saw a hole under the gourd.

Stern glanced at the escort next to him, then nodded to the Duke of Orleans.

"Let me attack them all." It was a cool sentence, but no one dared to disobey.

"Damn it! Damn Rose, damn wizard! And you damn traitors!" The old king slammed the gourd to the ground and shouted frantically.

Slater narrowed his eyes slightly but was not affected in any way.

"Since you miss them so much, then just reluctantly keep you two together."

After saying that, he turned around and left. Everyone was left staring in confusion, but fortunately the Duke of Orleans reacted quickly and organized everyone to disperse.

Slater looked up at the sky, but he still had to confirm that Nabao was in the oil lamp.

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The original lamp kettle was placed quietly on the table.

Louis, Reb, and several ministers sat quietly in a circle.

No one dared to speak. It had been like this ever since their new king returned from the regiment.

This aura can freeze people to death!

Slater stood there, no one knew that he had experienced a violent baptism in his heart.

This feeling is like being imprisoned in a dark prison. I desperately tried to light a match, but it went out before it could shine properly.

From then on, we fell into deeper darkness...

She was still there when I left in the morning, and I originally wanted to come back to give her a surprise.

As a result, there was a surprise, but the person to share it was gone.

Slater couldn't imagine what happened to Nabao during the short period of time he left.