Chapter 370

When the Herald said this, all four were shocked.

A kind of panic and tremor, like pestilence, flowed through all the people, even when Slytherin had killed dozens of people with basilisk gaze before, they had no such fear. A guy who has never been heard of before, a guy who is not even 20 years old, a guy who is afraid that his hair doesn't grow up, to be king?

And Gryffindor stood in the same place, his face full of confusion, until now, he still did not understand how he just lost.

Slytherin sat in the stands and felt his head buzzing. Gryffindor lost? This lost, so simple lost?

At this moment, he could not help standing beside Gryffindor, because he also worked hard to cultivate magic, and then beat his opponent to win the benefits. That's what they've been doing. But now some people actually throw a few smoke bombs to expand the arena and win.

It was like slapping Slytherin in the face, including all the other witches, laughing at all their efforts and plans.

Soon, someone began to question.

"Are you kidding? How old is this guy? "

"Hey, did you make a mistake, so you lose?"

"To be reasonable, he doesn't look as good as Gryffindor!"

"The victory of this opportunistic method should be annulled!"

They yelled angrily.

Salazar Slytherin's teeth rattled. He only regretted that he didn't kill the white eyed wolf earlier, which led to disaster. He stood up and cried out to Gryffindor, "Hey, Godric, Godric! What are you waiting for? Go up and kill him

Sylby covered his aching arm and said nothing.

Godric Gryffindor just subconsciously gave him a look of bewilderment, then sighed, carried his sword behind him and lowered his golden head: "I lost."

There was an uproar.

But soon, they couldn't tell.

Because on the golden chariot, the queen Pandora, who had been sitting all the time, stood up. A few hours before, Slytherin and Gryffindor had been fighting from head to tail. She didn't move, but now she stood up.

"I think I've found the man I'm looking for."

"Don't quarrel any more," she said in a loud voice

"But..."

"but..."

there were still some people who were not willing to say anything, but Queen Pandora shook her sleeve, walked down from the chariot and came to Silby. After staring at him for a while, he reached for his palm.

This action makes all the men angry and hate, but they can't say anything. That's right. Anyway, he won. Just lose to Gryffindor can endure, lose to Slytherin can endure, but lost to an unknown hairy boy, really can't bear.

They rattled their teeth, envious and envious. They looked at the boy who was held by the queen, thought of his possible future, and expected that he was himself.

But in such a restless mood.

Only sylby's eyes were filled with disappointment and loneliness. He was not excited about winning the game, nor was he proud of winning the queen and the throne.

As if he were a puppet, he let queen Pandora lead him and looked up at the sky, disappointed or disappointed.

He couldn't find that feeling in Gryffindor, the feeling in the dream that made him look up.

Yes, he is really powerful, more powerful than any wizard he has ever seen, but he is still a normal and ordinary wizard. He believes in the power of magic, but does not know the power of rules. He blindly strengthens himself, but fails to understand the mystery of the environment.

Even if Gryffindor came in his heyday, he was just a powerful warrior who knew a lot of magic. He could not touch the wild echo in sylby's heart.

He's not the match he's looking for.

The queen took Silby to the chariot of gold.

The wheels roll forward.

The gate of the palace slammed shut in front of a crowd of witches.

Leaving a bunch of witches standing outside the palace gate.

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“Holdon！”

Hoffa reached out and interrupted the flow of DORO.

“Holdon！”

In the dark cabin, there are wine bottles all over the place. There are all kinds of wine bottles. The high-end is like Wuliangye Maotai, and the low-end is like Erguotou Laobaigan.

These are the spirits that Hoffa imagined, used to intoxicate the enemy, and then get information.

In front of him, DORO is also a genius in wine. No matter what kind of wine Hoffa takes out or how many degrees of wine he takes, he takes all the orders and drinks without blinking an eye, and the more he drinks, the more he talks."You say that at the age of 16, Silby defeated Godric Gryffindor and then became king of Pandora city?"

Hoffa asked incredulously.

"Yes, isn't it... Isn't it legendary?"

DORO burps with wine, fuming with wine, and says intoxicated.

"Legend is such a fart. I dare not write novels like this!"

Hoffa scolded: "as you say, he didn't learn magic three months ago."

DORO was drunk and didn't care about the change of Hoffa's tone and address. He put his arms around Hoffa's shoulder and said, "brother... I... I DORO... Never cheat people..."

Hoffa pushed DORO away a little bit. In fact, he did not doubt the truth of the Dodo's words. After all, he said that he had drunk twenty words of Baijiu. He estimated that the brain cells of the falsehood were killed by alcohol.

What's more, that guy sylby used to call himself a half man king.

However, what Hoffa can't understand is that since that guy defeated the world's top wizard at the age of 16, married a queen and became a king, this is not a winner in life, but a super winner. What's the dissatisfaction of such a person with the world?

So he couldn't help asking curiously, "well, what happened later?"

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after Silby was brought into the palace by Queen Pandora.

In front of the palace gate.

The baldheaded Herald stopped the depressed and scattered crowd, and said with a smile: "after a while, we will have a grand wedding in the palace. At that time, there will be more famous and great witches coming to Pandora. Of course, the queen also hopes you will appreciate it. "

This sentence suddenly made the public angry again.

O'laiad waved his hand: "go, go and stay. Who do you want to marry? Who do you want to marry? What does it have to do with us?"

His words attracted other witches to agree that the king chosen by the queen had nothing to do with their bottom line, so they would not stay here to participate in the wedding of rushes and would like to leave this sad place as soon as possible.

"Stop!"

The herald put up another finger and stopped the unhappy loser. He said with confidence:

"during your stay, Pandora palace will be responsible for all your food, drink and daily life. Not only that, the library of the palace will be completely open to you. You can refer to the precious magic left by the previous kings at will."

Hiss!

Hearing the news, the lost witches glared at each other.

Some were even more excited than marrying queen Pandora. They came forward one after another and asked, "is that true? Can you really refer to the magic of the previous king? "

"Naturally."

The herald put his hand in his sleeve: "the royal family never talks in vain. If you are willing to show your respect, we will repay you."

Hearing what the Herald said, the faces of the witches looked a little better. It was not in vain. Although the queen didn't get married, it would be worthwhile if she could gain some precious magic.

Of course, apart from Slytherin and Gryffindor, they are not ordinary wizards. Now they have recovered from the previous setbacks. Hearing the herald say so, they can't help looking at each other. They can see the confusion in each other's eyes.

"What do you think?"

Gryffindor asked Slytherin in a low voice.

"There's a problem."

Slytherin said slowly but firmly: "even if we want to stay and support her, the price is amazing."

"It's amazing." Gryffindor murmured: "our family's secret magic, even the magic medicine formula for traumatic injury, will not leak. Is the queen not so smart as to defeat her family in this way? "

"Woman, how much long-term vision can you expect."

Slytherin disdained to say: "from her marriage behavior can see that she is not a matter of self-discipline."

After a pause, Slytherin curled his lips: "I think that if you like my servant, you also like his face. Otherwise, you should not choose him."

Gryffindor is not so extreme as Slytherin's idea. After recalling the failure that never happened in ten years, he suddenly worried about the boy who was pulled into the palace. He is so young and smart that he should have greater achievements. If he indulges in power and feminism, his life may be ruined.

After thinking about it, he said, "I've decided to stay and see what they're going to do. Salazar, what about you?"

"I'll stay, of course."

Slytherin hummed: "if that woman has other ideas and can't hurt me, if she is really stupid, I won't let go of this good opportunity."

After a pause, he narrowed his eyes: "besides, I'll see what happens to my servant."...

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and in the palace.

After the palace gate is closed.

Sitting on the golden chariot, Silby passed through the deep palace layer by layer. The golden light of the setting sun shone on the eaves of the palace, reflecting the dim golden light, which made people feel a little mysterious.

Beside the palace are mangroves. Their red leaves remind Silby of the priests in red robes he met when he was a child and was secretly baptized.

The mangroves were brighter than he thought, and the road was longer than he thought. The road leads from the street to the depth of the palace. Along the way, there are many levels.

Every time he passes a checkpoint, there will be fewer bodyguards and maids around him. Finally, when he passes the tenth checkpoint, only queen Pandora is left with him.

The carriage stopped.

"Why don't you mean to be happy at all?"

Queen Pandora released the hand she had been holding and asked Silby curiously.

"Happy what?"

Sylby asked faintly.

The queen opens her hands and turns around the palace in red robes:

"look, it's all yours in the future. Isn't that happy enough? "

But Silby's eyes fell on queen Pandora's face. He was firmly wearing the red veil. Like last time, even now, she didn't mean to take it down.

This made him think of his former female official. Since she was 13 years old, she had covered her face and all the people around him.

This kind of concealment made him feel unhappy, and the recollection of the past made him feel even more disgusted.

"I thought you could come up with something more attractive," he said coldly

"Good." Queen Pandora put down her arms and murmured in a low voice, "witches are real..."

sylby: "huh? What you said in the library that day doesn't count? "

The queen shook her head. "Naturally, the Palace Library is near here. If you want to see it, I can take you there at any time."

"Good."

Silby held the chariot, and as soon as he wanted to stand up, a stream of blood came out of his mouth.

He was seriously injured by Gryffindor and had just been supported by willpower, but even if his willpower could last for another three days without saying a word, his body was already overwhelmed.

The blood startled queen Pandora. She quickly squatted down and opened Silby's clothes. It was not so bad. She was startled to see that the boy's chest was sunken. He even talked like nothing happened.

The queen immediately took out a bell from her arms and gave it a few clans.

Soon, a man in black appeared quietly beside the queen, kneeling on one knee, head down, silent.

"Call doctor Joseph."

Said the queen.

As it appeared, the man in black left quietly.

After a while, several men rushed from the palace with boxes. They came to the chariot, hurriedly packed the Queen's luggage, and then laid Silby on the chariot with all sorts of hands to heal his wounds.

Their husband applied a circle of ointment around the broken bone to stop the flow of blood. Then he cut open Silby's abdominal cavity and put his palm in. The doctor must have been a deformer, and Silby could feel his palms flattened in his chest.

Then he gently picked up the broken bone and gave Silby a glass of very hard transparent drink.

After drinking, Silby's chest itched. It was the pain of bone healing.

He leaned against the chariot, breathing heavily.

The pain in his body didn't make him feel any problem. He only felt that his fate was wonderful. He escaped from one palace and ended up in another.

"I can't get out of bed for three weeks."

After the doctor cured him, he wiped the blood from his hands and said to the queen.

"Three weeks?"

The queen frowned. "So long?"

"It's a conservative estimate at this time. Fortunately, he is young enough. If he is older, he can't get out of bed for three months."

Said the doctor.

"Well, I see. You can step back."

The queen waved and looked a little unhappy.

After the doctor left, the queen said, "I'll take you to rest."

She looks a lot colder than before she was treated.

"No, take me now."

Sylby, lying on the chariot, said without hesitation.

"Didn't you listen to the doctor? You can't walk now. "

"I don't want you to die," the queen said

"That's not a problem."

Sylby snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, his back straightened up. It turned out that the metal behind him began to deform into a chair. Then, two big wheels grew under the chair. He sat on the strange chair with wheels, looked straight at Queen Pandora, and said in an almost commanding tone: "push me."Queen Pandora looked at the chair with wheels. For a moment, she felt strange. What was in this guy's mind. Why can you think of everything out of thin air that other people don't think at all.

However, she quickly put the little problem behind her, pushing Silby's wheelchair through the stacked corridors and some bedrooms that she couldn't name.

Finally, they came to a side hall.

Here, Queen Pandora takes out the spell of the former king, the magician, Antonio amodova, and slowly inserts it into the keyhole, turning it slightly.

The dusty door creaked open.

Exposed behind the hidden, a hemispherical arch chamber.

In the arched room, thousands of heavy books were placed densely, divided into several piles, and each pile was lit with a small candle that never went out.

"There are two places for the collection of books in the palace," said queen Pandora in a loud voice. "One is here, and the other is in the outer hall. The outer hall has some spells for the exchange of witches, and some profound magic theories. You can go to see them when you are healed. But the real secrets of Pandora's kings, their mysteries, and their secrets are all here. Only the king can read them. "

In the wheelchair, Silby bent, staring at the magic books all over the hall, as if trying to swallow them one by one.

"Are you satisfied with this?"

Asked queen Pandora.

Silby didn't speak.

"Hey, why don't you answer?"

Queen Pandora's voice reverberated in the hall full of books, trying to draw Silby's attention back to herself.

Wheels.

She got what she wanted.

The wheelchair turns around and the teenager faces queen Pandora.

His back straightened slowly, and the light of the candle spread a layer of gold on his face, which made his young face more solemn.

"I'll ask directly." He looked the queen in the eye.

"What do you want to ask?"

The queen stepped back slightly.

Somehow, she had a little bit of fear.

"It's all about why."

"What, why?"

"This absurd contest is a strange saying about sending the throne out. And by the way, you are not looking for a king "What on earth do you want?" said Silby