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"Third Prince Yuri is here!"

The waiter's elongated voice sounded from outside. A thin young man with a head almost the size of two normal people came running in from outside the hall. There was still some sweat on his face. It seemed that he had come all the way. At the same time, he shouted anxiously: "I'm not too late to present a birthday gift to my father, am I?"

Everyone in the hall also looked at Yuri in unison, with surprise on their faces. Fastest update┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

"Did His Highness the Third Prince not come to the palace banquet before?"

"Yeah, I didn't notice the slightest difference from the beginning to the end. I deserve to be called the prince who has the least sense of existence."

"The point is, even His Majesty the King doesn't seem to be aware of this."

The expressions on the faces of the ministers were a little strange, and there was a hint of sarcasm vaguely.

The eldest prince and the second prince have their own strengths, and they have been evenly matched for so many years, maintaining a delicate balance. No one knows which of them will become the king's successor.

But the third prince Yuri, who grew up gradually, went further and further on the road of neglect.

An imposing prince, obsessed with lowly handicrafts such as carpentry, can't get the attachment of any minister.

Except for his head, he didn't show his weight as a prince in this empire at all, and even Joshua and Sean didn't bother to win him over.

For them, it is better to win over a king's servant than to win over a prince who has no sense of existence.

"Running mushroom head." Amy's eyes lit up and she whispered.

Mag also couldn't help laughing, not to mention, looking at it this way, it really looks like a running mushroom, but where did this guy go before? Didn't even come to the palace banquet.

And after hearing the whispers of those ministers, Mag couldn't help feeling a little distressed... Hahaha, but, sorry, I couldn't help it.

However, as those ministers said, without Yuri, this battle between the twins would be fierce and interesting.

If you add Yuri... is this mushroom head a joke?

Mag was even a little worried that His Royal Highness the Third Prince stepped forward,

Backhand, he took out a wooden carving of love and gave it to the king as a birthday gift.

If this kind of thing happened to him, Mag would not be surprised at all.

The king was a little surprised. Looking at Yuri who was sweating profusely, he frowned and said, "Yuri, where were you? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Returning to the father, the minister just went to prepare gifts for the father. Those fools are too slow, so they are late." Yuri stood still, glanced at the people in the hall, heaved a sigh of relief, and grinned With a smile, showing two big canine teeth, he said: "But it seems it's not too late, they haven't presented gifts to the emperor yet, right? Then I'm not late."

The king looked at Yuri's heartless smile, and the displeasure in his heart disappeared. On the contrary, he felt sorry for his youngest son who had hardly received his attention. He nodded slightly and said, "Sit down."

"Thank you, father." Yuri nodded with a smile, looked around, but found no place to sit.

His Majesty the Third Prince, the hall did not prepare a seat for him, and even the waiters ignored him.

The face of the waiter at the side changed greatly, and he trotted to bring a chair over, but for a while he didn't know where to put the chair.

The status of His Royal Highness the Third Prince is naturally noble, but it is another difficult problem for them to say who can be ranked ahead of them, and they are anxious like ants on a hot pot for a while.

"Little Mushroom Head, sit here with me." Irina waved at Yuri and said with a smile.

"This..." Yuri obviously showed embarrassment on his face, and glanced at Mag and Amy, wanting to slip away.

"Huh?" Irina's smile gradually became cruel.

"OK!"

Yuri shivered, walking towards Irina with a shy step, the smile on his face looked uglier than crying.

The waiter quickly sent 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 kind to Yuri?" Mag glanced at Irina. There is probably no seat in this hall that is more suitable for Yuri to sit next to Irina. .

Irina's actions were just under Joshua's, sitting here as Yuri's third prince, just right, so that she would not be placed in an awkward position.

Yuri sat next to Irina with a bit of shyness, moved the chair a little to the side, and put his legs together, looking a little nervous, forcing a forced smile.

"Little Mushroom Head, I haven't seen you for three years, your head has grown a lot!" Irina leaned forward, looked Yuri's head up, down, left, and right, and said curiously: "Other people grow taller because they grow their bodies. Do you grow tall because you have a long head?"

Yuri leaned back to avoid the evil hand that wanted to touch his head. Sister Irina was his childhood shadow, and he even had a feeling that his head was probably rubbed too much by her when he was a child, so to grow so big.

This princess sister, who had been in the palace for a while, had shown great interest in his head since he was a child. If it wasn't for the face of General Alex, he would never have let it go like this. She ravages her own head.

Of course, if he wanted to resist, he couldn't do it.

Back then when he was doing woodcarving in his spare time, he had a dream of being a knight. At that time, his goal was General Alex who was in full swing.

But before he could take the first step towards his dream, the news of Alex's death came.

This was tantamount to a fatal blow to his dream, and since then he has only been obsessed with wood carving and some interesting crafts.

Irina took a look at the scene, but withdrew her hand. Every time she saw this big head, she couldn't help but want to rub it twice. There was no malice in it, she just wanted to rub it.

"The birthday presenting ceremony continues, His Royal Highness, please present the present!"

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 in both hands. Seeing that his forehead was sweating and his hands were trembling, the things in the tray were probably heavy.

Sean stood up, lifted the red cloth, and a golden-red light shone from under the red cloth, making people squint their eyes.

On the tray was a large golden-red sword, with domineering and noble carvings, and the golden-red light like a flame showed extraordinaryness, and the sharp sword light made people want to avoid it.

"This is?"

Everyone looked at the sword curiously, and they knew it was not ordinary.

Sean held the golden sword in both hands, looked at the king respectfully, and said, "Father will last forever, this sword is the Red Flame Sword. After nearly three years, this sword has finally seen the light of day again, and then entered the hands of the Emperor."