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One of Kelvin Chaffin's attendants called out, "Your Royal Highness, Your Royal Highness..." Still angry at Loki for provoking him, Kelvin Chaffin did not withdraw his glare. Instead, he replied with dissatisfaction, "What are you shouting for?" The attendant weakly replied: "Your Highness, it's your turn to arrange the program." It was then that Kelvin Chaffin realized why his squire had dared to disturb him.

"My son, Kelvin Chaffin, wishes my father a happy birthday. My son has recruited a high level wind mage, Aemon Mahbert, for the Royal Family. Today, I have asked him to come and wish you a birthday. I hope my father will be satisfied." Advanced mages were very difficult to find. They didn't have to serve the royal family, so no matter where they went, their status would be very noble.

Well, that's good," said Kelvin Emery, standing up with a smile. "Bring him up, that's good news." Under Kelvin Chaffin's lead, a mage wearing a mage's robe and holding a magic staff walked up. His figure was unreliable to the magician, and his large figure resembled that of a rich, oily nouveau riche.

The senior magician, Eamon Mabot, stepped onto the stage and nodded to Kelvin Blatley in greeting. This was a treatment given to experts on this continent. They only needed to do this when facing an emperor. Eamonn Mabot said, "Your Majesty, I am delighted to attend your birthday party at the invitation of Prince Kelvin Chaffin. I will now present my performance to you for your hospitality. This is the new magic wind and fire dance that I have studied, I hope you like it. " Kelvin Blatley answered with a smile, "Thank you, Sir Eamon Marbert." Kelvin Blatley leaned forward slightly in return.

With that, Eamonn Mabot walked to the center of the front desk, raised his staff, and began his chant, "The Wind Spirit. Listen to my call and sprinkle your dance ? Flames of the Wind." As Aemon Marbault chanted, the flames of the candles on the table began to move away from the top of the candles. The wind did not extinguish them. This kind of magic had a high requirement of magic control. It didn't have any offensive power, but was purely a show style spell.

The applause was accompanied by the hot dancing of the flames. Only Roche didn't care about Aemon Marbert's performance. He would have done better, at least to make the flames human, and that would have been more perfect. Delighted, Kelvin Blatley walked over to Eamonn Mabot, took his hand, and led him to the dais. "It's been hard, it's been hard, Sir Eamonn Mabot," he said, "I'd like to invite you to be the Imperial Court Magister. Would you like to do that?" The position of a Court Mage in the royal family was very high, comparable to that of a guest of honor, or honored guest of the emperor. Apart from the emperor, he could treat anyone else equally. "I am honored to accept your invitation, Your Majesty."

Prince Kelvin Chaffin looked on with a smile on his face. The satisfaction of the Emperor was his success. Eamonn Mabot was not a man of hard work in magic, so much so that he did not become an advanced magician until he was more than a thousand years old. His achievement lay in his talent, which God had given him a very good gift, one that would make him rise before he set foot in the grave and extend his life. Kelvin Chaffin had met him in a romantic setting, given him women, and put Eamon Marbault in his service.

The expression on Kelvin Katrina's face was not good. This situation was not good for her. It was the equivalent of having a piece of Kelvin Chaffin next to the emperor. In fact, Kelvin Katrina was not so opposed to Kelvin Chaffin for the sake of imperial power, and Kelvin Katrina was not a woman with a strong desire for power.

Kelvin Katrina had a firstborn brother, the eldest prince of Ulan Took, and his brother had loved her very much when she was a child. Then Kelvin Chaffin assassinated his brother for the throne, when his brother told her, at the age of five, that the murderer was Kelvin Chaffin. For more than a decade, Kelvin Katrina had been searching for evidence of Kelvin Chaffin's murder of his brother, but to no avail, so she decided to get the throne anyway, so that she could avenge her brother.

As Emperor Kelvin Emery took his seat, Kelvin Catelina stepped forward and did not wait for Kelvin Catelina to speak. Kelvin Blatley laughed and said, "Now it's your turn, isn't it? Go on the show. royal father has always been waiting for your program, your program has never disappointed me. " Kelvin Blatley wrote of his love for Kelvin Katrina on his face.

Prince Kelvin Chaffin was not displeased. His eyes were fixed on Kelvin Katrina, and he seemed to be drooling. Kelvin Katrina was his sister, but he did not see her often. Kelvin Katrina had always refused to see him, and as for the murder of his brother, Kelvin Chaffin did not think that Kelvin Katrina would know, either. Unbelievably, even the eyes of the magician Eamonn Mabot and Kelvin Chaffin were the same.

The others did not dare to do so, as Kelvin Katrina was the appointed heir. After saluting, Kelvin Katrina said, "Well, father, I'll begin." She turned and waved her hand. The four soldiers carried the nearly two meter tall log onto the stage. Kelvin Blatley raised his beard in curiosity. He obviously could not see what Kelvin Katrina was up to.

Loki shook the carving knife from his hand and stepped away from the pillar against which he was leaning. He was going to fight. When he reached the ring, Roche bowed to Emperor Kelvin Emery and said, "Your Majesty, I am Billy, and I hope my performance will please you." Emperor Kelvin Emery smiled and nodded. He didn't care about Roche's courtesy, he just wanted to get started, because he didn't know what Roche was going to do. Alicia saw Loki and smiled at him. She didn't say anything to help him hide his identity, though she didn't know what he was going to do.

Loki came to the front of the log, looked at the statue, then turned and bowed to the audience. The people below all revealed smiles at such superfluous etiquette. Both Kelvin Katrina and Katie had their hearts in their throats, praying that the boy would not go crazy at the critical moment. Lodge's laziness made them feel no sense of security at all.