The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

Ficoola came out on top and got the bonus of living in the castle for the first night.

The entire castle was empty, revealing a strange atmosphere.

But Fekora not only didn't take it seriously, but instead looked overjoyed, secretly delighted with his good luck, and even couldn't wait, found a bed in the room, and was about to take a good rest.

Among the three Kamos brothers, Duke and Hans, the second eldest, glanced at their eldest brother enviously.

William laughed mockingly in his heart, this castle is so weird, he dares to live here, once something happens, he really doesn't even know how it happened!

But William thought about it again, the three Kamose brothers didn't have a magic mirror, so they didn't have a deep understanding of the abnormalities in the castle.

They may think that the owner of the castle has temporarily left or hid, so they are not very wary.

Fickora sat by the bed, and began to urge his two younger brothers not to waste time, and hurry to find the whereabouts of the three princesses.

Duke and Hans gave their elder brother a blank stare, looked at each other, and then walked outside the castle.

William followed them and left the castle together.

Of course Fikora didn't have the courage to order William, but this castle is so weird that even the magic mirror can't detect the truth for a while. It's rare that someone volunteers as a bait. If there is no sign, look around with Duke and Hans.

Duke and Hans are looking for the whereabouts of the princess, while William is interested in the possible dragon monster.

It's just that the aura of the dragon monsters disappeared, and William could only try his luck to find their whereabouts.

But in any case, it is better to have a goal than no goal, at least know what you want to do!

William left voluntarily, which made Fikeora even more happy.

Without saying a word, he threw off the two old leather boots under his feet, and the room immediately filled with a sour smell of athlete's foot.

This smell has been with Fekora for many years, and he has long been used to it. He lay directly on the bed, and fell asleep as soon as his eyes were closed.

Bang bang bang... There was a violent knock on the door, waking Feikeora up.

His sleepy eyes were dim, and his brain hadn't fully woken up yet. He looked at the slightly trembling wooden door, and cursed, Who? Who is it?

No one responded to Fikora's question!

Finally, Fikeora still has some sense, knowing that he is just a guest!

Impatiently, he sat up from the bed, put on his leather boots, walked to the door, grabbed the handle, and opened the door violently.

He originally thought that the people outside the door would lose their strength for a while, and then fall down.

Fikeora had already prepared for it. When he saw the opponent fall, he must immediately dodge to the side to make the opponent look good.

but……

Feikeora looked over, and there was no ghost in front of him.

No one? Knocking on the door? Fikeora's hairs stood on end, and he had some bad guesses in his heart.

Then, as if the sound of thunder came from the ground.

Hey, you stupid big man, what are you looking at?

Fikeora's heart trembled, and he looked for his reputation, only to find that it was not nobody, but a dwarf.

The dwarves spoke the common language of the Oedipus Kingdom, but it was rather blunt, but Fekora could barely understand it!

The dwarf was only as far as his calves, and his whole body was earthy gray, his eyes were round and bulging, his exposed skin had a stone texture, his face was covered with a messy beard, and on his forehead was a complicated purple symbol. Exudes a unique atmosphere!

This breath is full of evil, violent lust, and a smell that makes people feel frightened.

If ordinary people had seen it, they would have been paralyzed to the ground and lost the ability to move.

But Fikeora's expression remained the same, completely indifferent to this tyrannical atmosphere.

After being taken aback just now, Fikeora has come to his senses completely, looking at the dwarf at his feet,

He showed curious eyes, condescending with a sense of superiority, and said, Oh, I said who woke up my nap, it turned out to be a dwarf!

This is absolutely insulting.

Dwarf? The eyes of this dwarf who came suddenly were about to burst into flames, and the complex symbol on his forehead seemed to be activated, moving around, exuding a stronger aura of depression.

Isn't it? You poor little one! Fikeora actually became compassionate, Look at your height, you must often be hungry. Come on, I can give you something to eat, after eating Get out of here. This is my territory, Lord Fekora!

Fikeora is dominant, and directly regards himself as the master of this place!

Territory? The dwarf looked at Fekora angrily and suspiciously.

Angry because of Fikeora's words doves occupy the magpie's nest, and surprise because of Fikeora's usual expression.

Ever since they became their dependents, they have carried their aura on their bodies. Ordinary creatures will tremble uncontrollably when they get a little close to them.

Only some powerful creatures can ignore this breath.

Could it be that there is a powerful force hidden in this man? The dwarf thought suspiciously.

But looking left and right, the dwarves didn't see any extraordinary power from this man dressed as a hunter!

Perhaps among ordinary people, he is considered a powerful male, but in the realm of the extraordinary, he is not even a baby with low mental strength.

The dwarf kept silent, and Fekora seemed a little impatient. He said bluntly, You dwarf, since you don't want to eat, then go away. You are not welcome in Fickora Castle!

Fekora had even chosen the name of the castle at this time.

The dwarf was not angry when he heard this, his gray eyes rolled in their sockets, and he said calmly, Then, please give me a piece of bread.

Waste my time! Get the hell out of me when you're done eating! Fekora gave the dwarf a dissatisfied look, and then started looking for bread all over the room.

Finally a long loaf of bread was found in a cupboard.

The bread was hard, and Ficoola pulled out his sharpened hunting knife and cut off a thin layer of bread.

He put away the hunting knife and the breadsticks, took the piece of bread, and handed it to the dwarf as alms.

The dwarf was proud and did not go to pick up the bread.

Fekora is not a patient person either, so the bread just fell lightly to the ground.

Heh! Take your bread and go! Fikeola issued another order to evict guests.

A cunning gleam flashed in the dwarf's eyes.

He lowered his posture and said, Mighty warrior, wise castle owner, please take care of a dwarf with inconvenient hands and feet for the sake of the Lord of the Holy Light! My waist is injured and I can't bend down to pick up the bread!

By the holy light, I see that you are a benevolent lord! Please help a poor man!

The word Lord made Fikeora's heart elated, a wild smile appeared on his face, and he smiled from ear to ear, Dwarf, your words make me happy! Then, the respected Lord Fikeora will help you Do you a little favor.

But you don't want to get more benefits from Lord Fikeora! Lord Fikeora is a kind person, but he is not a fool!

Of course! The dwarf nodded.

Only then did Fekora nod, and bent down to pick up the thin slice of bread.

A fierce light flashed in the dwarf's eyes, and the earthy yellow light flowed in his hand, forming a thick and short stick without a sound.

The dwarf's rough hands grabbed Fekora's hair.

Ah! Fikeora was in so much pain that he didn't bother to pick up the bread, and cursed loudly, You damn dwarf, let me go, or you will die!

What responded to him was the thick stick that hit him hard.

Papa...

Hitting Fekora's body one after another, he was covered in scars in an instant.

Fekora wanted to resist, but the dwarf's short body contained great power, stronger than an adult.

Fekora couldn't get rid of the control of the dwarves, so he had to be beaten black and blue by the dwarves.

The dwarf saw that Fikeora was a paper tiger. Although it was not clear why Fikeora could ignore the deterrence of his aura, this did not prevent the dwarf from hitting Fikeora more and more vigorously.

The only thing Fekora could do was to protect his vitals with his hands, and try to use his shoulders and other thick places to resist the dwarf's attack.

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