"Huchak didn't arrive either."

"Everyone else has arrived."

“Are the stuff ready?”

“Everything is ready.”

People ask questions and answers.

Only Seishel asked in the crowd a little anxiously.

"Where is Your Highness the Prince?"

"Which prince is His Highness?"

"Of course it is the crown prince today, Prince Alev."

"Your Highness the Prince doesn't seem to be in the palace."

Babartan looked in this direction and spoke, "Don't worry about him, Seishel."

"But Your Majesty." The old patriarch looked at the King of Sand a little surprised. This did not look like the other party's personality: "Your Highness the Prince..."

"He went to meet his friends," Babartan replied, "and he would come back before the early hours."

He raised his head and looked into the distance: "Just like you and I have their own affairs to do, Alev also has his own affairs, just like the day when the kindergarten teacher grows into a lion, he will give birth to his own minions and judgments."

"We cannot restrict him for the rest of our lives. Go to the sea of ​​illusion. You understand that I have some things to deal with. The knot of my heart ten years ago was entangled in my heart like a nightmare. For this kingdom, I have been waiting until today. As the king of Istani, I understand that I have to sacrifice something, but when things come to an end, I still decided to be willful once-"

"He," the King of Sands paused slightly: "Just like when we were young, I was always willful when I was young, but when I was old, I shrank my hands and feet. After something happened to her, I dared not take the initiative to fight... And Alev, it was exactly this time. Let him go, his friends, you also understand that they might help Istaniya in the future."

Seschel opened her mouth and finally nodded silently.

"Sescher," Babartan said again: "We have known each other for twenty-five years."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Seishel lowered his head and replied softly: "Under the former patriarch's leadership, I moved to Istaniya with others. At that time, the old patriarch pointed out that I was the caregiver of the oath guardian clan. If it weren't for His Majesty's help, it would be difficult for me to reach my current position."

"When I first met Your Majesty, I was no longer young, and today I am even older-"

"Who isn't?" Babartan smiled and said, "Questak has been given to you, take good care of Alef."

The old man raised his head, looked at the monarch he was loyal to, and nodded slightly.

...

In the darkness, the flames were flashing.

It's like a star falling on the horizon, one bright and one extinct.

The young soldier stood above the city wall with a spear in his hand and looked quietly in that direction.

"Is that your Majesty's headquarters?"

The veteran beside him only glanced at that direction and shook his head: "Your Majesty hasn't left the Kasan Palace yet. The left and right guards are not allowed to light up the fire at this time. Besides, they are in the north of the city, so there is no way to see this direction."

“…that’s the light?”

The veteran's dark eyes reflected the flashing light. After a while, he said slowly:

"That's a sand thief."

"Sand thief?"

The young soldier's voice was a little surprised: "Are they crazy? Come to Questak at this time?"

"Who knows," replied the veteran: "Maybe to come and see the situation. They probably thought that after His Majesty left, the garrison of the royal capital would be more empty."

"Of course, those vultures on the desert... they may not necessarily covet our place, but they may take this opportunity to attack the area around Questak."

“Is it so serious?”

"There are indeed more and more sand thieves recently..."

The veteran looked at that direction and murmured to himself.
Chapter completed!