A faint noise came from the corner of the warehouse, attracting the attention of many people, including four eye-catching beautiful figures.

Looking over, I couldn't hear the sound, but when I saw the young man in a blue dress pulling the brown-haired boy's neck and picking up the neck, the woman in the red dress sighed: "Although they belong to the same family, that thing has nothing to do with that little stutter. Prince Joseph involved him in, it was really unreasonable."

"You were injustice to him before, but now you are standing by the side of Kelanston's house?" The woman in a warm yellow dress covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

They were the ones who pointed at Charles on the street not long ago.

"I only stand on the right side." The woman in red dress retorted after hearing this: "Shar Koranceton is quite unreasonable, so I hate him, but his brother is a completely good baby, everyone knows this."

"That's right." A young man holding a goblet not far away interrupted when he heard this, "But who told him to be from the Corlandston family?"

"Although they belong to the Kelanston family, this matter has nothing to do with Allen. I want me to tell you, if His Highness the Prince is really angry, why don't he go to find the person involved..."

The woman in the red dress said a little bit sarcastically, and suddenly she paused, then hurriedly grabbed the woman in the white dress who had had a good impression of Charles next to her: "Hey, Tricy, look, that's not..."

Following her gaze, you can see a young figure dressed in neatly and handsomely dressed walking into the warehouse gate.

He may be thinking about his thoughts, so he seemed a little absent-minded and his pace was neither too fast nor too slow. He didn't notice the situation deep in the warehouse for a while.

"The party is here."

The woman in white dress murmured, looked at the figure coming in, and then looked at the situation in the corner at this moment, and was inexplicably looking forward to the scene that will appear next.

"You said, will they start arguing?" The lady in the warm yellow dress beside her also had the intention of watching a show, which made her companions nodded.

"It will definitely start arguing, they have old grudges."

"I guess it will start a fight."

"You can't fight, you've already fought one..."

The ladies whispered, staring in that direction without blinking, but things actually went beyond their expectations.

After walking a few steps, the young man came in and saw the situation in the corner under the reminder of a passerby.

Then, under the shocked gaze of several ladies, the other party who walked over quickly did not even say hello, and directly raised his hand and punched the prince who had not yet discovered him to the ground.

The movements are both concise and efficient, but they are also very unexpected.

In the blink of an eye, the surroundings became silent.

The ladies looked at each other, speechless about it.

“It’s really violent…”

"Oh my God, I finally saw it."

"He is not afraid of being punished again? I heard last time..."

"This time it's a spellcaster party. Why is he, a guy who loves to do something?"

Some people are disliked again.

However, during the conversation, the chaos in that corner came to an abrupt end.

One of the prince's followers angrily accused the visitor, but was kicked by the violent person again. So they carried the unconscious prince angrily and rushed away angrily.

The host of the party here, the singer who won the angel blood, didn't know why, but he just came forward to negotiate briefly for a few sentences, and then there was no further text.

So much so that this scene is rather weird.

There was nothing wrong with beating people, but the one who was beaten seemed to be disgraceful.

It would be okay if the other party's identity turned around. The key question is that the prince is obviously higher than the noble playboy, so how dare he...

However, for this reason, the guys around who claimed to be gentlemen and ladies directly retreated to the two brothers, for fear that a guy who was accidentally rude and seemed to be beaten and kicked by someone who was rude and seemed to be unscrupulous.

Of course, they even knew that Prince Joseph was beaten for the second time, and this matter was probably just the beginning.

...

"Big, brother, why did you do it?" In the corner, the brown-haired boy looked helpless.

Looking at the young prince who was carried out, he felt even more nervous.

The first time the man in front of me was exiled to the frontier, this is the second time. What will happen?

"Of course I'm going to stand up for you." Shire, who was sitting opposite him, replied.

His clothes, who had just touched his feet, were not messy, but were still neat, so that he suddenly looked gentle and kind.

It was just that the scene just now told the people around me that this was just a manifestation.

"Then, there is no need to do it. That one is the prince. You have already beaten me twice..." said stutteringly, and the young man looked worried.

However, when Charles raised his hand and placed a box of exquisitely packaged candy boxes in front of him, the boy with a serious face unconsciously praised his expression.

"I bought it for you in detail, don't be polite." Charles said, glanced around him, and was secretly helpless.

Although he was a little unexpected about that identity, the reason why he just started was not impulsive or reckless.

He had just learned something from a necromancer, and he was worried at the moment, but he had no intention of paying attention to the current gathering and the special things that might be hidden in it.

I thought I would be driven out after the fight, but I didn't expect that the head of the church came over and said nothing, letting him, a dangerous person, stay here.

"He looked strange when he saw my face. Why?" As he guessed secretly, Charu frowned again.

Although his previous follow-up actions were inconsistent with the "original intention", he learned another thing - the Son of Gods is not just a special "profession" as Bishop Feligi said in the church.

"Otherwise, how could it be possible to go a long way to chase the defector?"

He murmured, and he couldn't help but think deeply about the special features.

He was not sure why the son of the ancient knowledge god defected, and he had no other gains about this except for this limited information.

During his previous inquiry, he learned what the group of necromancers are planning to do now - they want to summon a special existence somewhere in the Dulin Kingdom.

However, this has nothing to do with him.

Charles felt it was necessary to figure out why the son of knowledge defected, but it seemed unlikely to find him. After all, the powerful church could not be found for a while, he alone...

The contemplative Charles obviously did not take the revenge that might appear in the future. Judging from the results of the first treatment, even if the other party was a prince, he was just a very unpopular person.

Due to the royal face, he will definitely be "punished", but it cannot be so serious.

"It's better to be serious. Just consider this matter to me, or the sons of gods, in the church..."

Muttering secretly, Allen's voice interrupted his meditation.

"Brother, do you think that is blood, bloodline ability or professional ability, ability?"

The boy went there as soon as he said he was worried, but his voice didn't seem very worried at this moment.

Following his eyes, a figure floating in the air came into his eyes.

Shire was a little surprised when he saw this, but after a few glances, he moved away speechlessly.

"It's neither blood nor profession. What floats up is the pendant of the wings on his waist."

"What is that?" Allen was puzzled.

"Using enchantment means to attach spells to objects made of special materials. They all call this elemental object, but it is actually a magic item." Charles replied: "That stinky guy may not be very powerful, but his family must be very rich."

"That's it..." Allen was a little disappointed when he heard this. He withdrew his gaze and couldn't help looking at Charles: "You, you seem--"

"I seem to know this very well?" The other party was troublesome, and Charles couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "It's okay, it's mainly someone taught me."

"It's so good." Allen was envious when he heard this.

"Why, no one taught you?" Shire asked this.

"No, I learned from my friends."

"That fat man didn't teach you?"

"Fatty?" Allen was stunned when he heard this, and then understood who Charles was talking about. He couldn't help but feel helpless, "Brother, he is me, our father."

"answer the questions."

"No."

"What do you know?"

"I only know the spell of burning, the burning hand, and the great burning, the burning heart."

"What about the others? Your faction, the elements you control, and the promotion in the future?"

"I don't know." Allen replied, repeating again: "I only know the spells, spells, and great, great hearts of burning."

Better than me?

Upon hearing this, Charles looked at the guy opposite several times. After thinking about it, he had nothing to do. He took the initiative to explain to the other party.

"You are now at the lowest stage of a spellcaster and have not yet chosen a path, but if nothing unexpected happens, you will become a fire element caster, the fire mage."

"Master Fire?"

"Yes, wind, thunder, water, ice, iron, fire, these several collectively called elements make them belong to a group with different categories but the same essence."

"group?"

"Yes, group." Charles nodded: "Elemental Makes is one group, and the Thorn Church and the Demon Apostles are another group."

“What is the difference?”
To be continued...