Forced To Play Shura Field In Western Fantasy Games

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"Durand, listen to me, the situation in the palace is very serious now." Yu Yuan said sternly: "You are the crown prince, and Fernando will definitely not let you go when you return to the palace this time, so you must inherit your father's. Will, take back what originally belonged to you, understand?"

He said this painstakingly, and the next step is to start planning with the prince to count which aristocratic forces are on the side of the crown prince. However, when he heard what he said, Durand shook his head slightly.

"I came back because I wanted to see you, no other reason."

Yu Yuan: "???" Do you say it again? !

It may be that his eyes are really too unbelievable, Durand said again with a slight smile: "I just want to see you, make sure you are not in danger."

With a sincere smile, gentle eyebrows and eyes, the person in front of him seems to be bathed in holy light, like a priest walking out of a church.

However, as the queen, Yu Yuan was so angry that he slapped the table.

Unfilial son, how dare you laugh! You're not a king to make your father angry!

He thought that he would hear a declaration of "swearing to overthrow the false king and become the orthodox king", and witness a revenge drama from then on. Who would have thought that this young and innocent little prince seemed to be reborn in the wrong place, with a gentle and gentle body. The temperament should go to the church next door and become a priest, because the glory of the holy father can be promoted to the pope in less than ten years.

It turned out that the slip of the tongue at the banquet tonight was not a provocation but a real slip of the tongue.

It turned out that meeting him tonight at the risk of being discovered was not a conspiracy, but really just wanted to see him.

In just one minute, Yu Yuan had already felt the most difficult part of this game - not afraid of the opponent being super god, but afraid of the super ghost of his teammates. Who can help a prince who has no desire to seize power himself?

Well, it's just a mud wall.

Shined by the radiance of this gentle and water-like holy father, and watched by the concerned eyes of the little crown prince, it seemed that he had been purified. At a certain moment, Yu Yuan even felt that his thoughts were too dirty, how could he conspire with the other party to overthrow the king and seize power?

...But isn't that the goal of his game?

Don't take power and play a fart.

He almost didn't give himself a slap to wake himself up.

Yu Yuan already felt a little trembling in his hands, so he asked bluntly, "Durand, you really have no other purpose in returning to the royal city? I mean...don't you hate Fernando?"

"Uncle Fernando, no, it's time to call His Majesty the King." Durand smiled slightly, "He didn't hurt me, why should I hate him?"

"..."

Brother, he hasn't done anything to you yet, but the throne that belongs to you has been taken away, and your father is still buried in the cemetery watching all this.