Reject me, you damn woman.

"In that case, I have no choice but to offend you."

As he spoke, Lynn once again stretched out his hand towards Hedwig seriously, with a solemn and awed look on his face.

However, this time, it won’t be as simple as just caressing the cheek.

Hedwig looked at the hand that was getting closer and closer, with fear in her eyes:

"What are you going to do.....Ugh!"

This time, the impact was even stronger than before, and the soul and body were almost lifted into the sky at the same time. However, with her strong willpower, Hedwig endured it again and remained conscious until the last moment.

As Lynn continued to move, Hedwig's thinking ability became increasingly stagnant. In the end, the only thing that was still holding her back was the last thought of a comeback.

Damn it, why hasn't the court arcanist arrived yet...

I can’t care about so much anymore, I have to hold on, I must continue to hold on!

As long as... as long as I can hold on until that person comes!

After an unknown amount of time, Lin En finally couldn't help but chuckle.

"You...what are you laughing at?"

It was obvious that every second he held on, he would risk facing the wrath of the court arcanist.

But he could still laugh at this moment?

"I was just wondering if you would be able to keep your hope and persevere if I pretended to be very scared of the court arcanist. I didn't expect that it would be true. You are worthy of being me, Her Highness Hedwig. Your will is admirable."

Lynn laughed.

The moment she saw that smile, Hedwig felt a chill in her heart, and she could no longer care about the stimulation brought by the brand. She asked her doubts loudly:

"You.....Aren't you afraid of the Royal Arcanist at all?"

"Of course I am afraid,"

Lin En shook his finger. Even if he tried his best, he was not sure that he could defeat a seven-ring arcanist in his peak condition.

What's more, the other party holds the title of Royal Arcanist and is supported by the resources of the entire empire. He is the elite among the elites and the strongest among the strong.

"But, Your Highness, don't you have any doubts?"

Lin En laughed, showing his white teeth, as if the little devil had finally revealed his true intentions, and stabbed the dagger into the dying man's chest:

"Seventh-level arcanists all have more or less the means to travel quickly. Why have you and I been playing games here for so long, and why hasn't the master you have high hopes for arrived yet?"

"And this Rose City is really interesting, full of hidden talents. It just so happens that I have some friends and you have some enemies, and they all happen to be in the city today. Isn't that a coincidence?"

The huge fear and panic brought by awakening instantly engulfed Hedwig.

........

And a little bit earlier, in the sky above Rose City, a handsome man was smiling in a fireball that rose from the palace and was halfway through its flight.

Court Arcanist, Roshar.

As a powerful seventh-ring arcanist, he undoubtedly became the court arcanist of the Fire Rose.

However, he has the most uncertain future among his peers.

There is no way. Who made Roshar, the Fire Rose who inherited the natural talent of fire arcane from the royal family, a fire arcane mage?

In the eyes of others, he is a powerful high-ring arcanist with a promising future and a noble status. However, only Roshar himself knows that in the eyes of his colleagues, he is probably just a good entertainment.

After all, in the Palace Arcanist Guild where the average strength starts at seven rings, the strength that Roshar is proud of not only has no advantage, but is even extremely embarrassing due to its attributes.

The best fire attribute training materials and resources must first be provided to the royal family whose members are all talented. He can only choose second-rate scraps. Although they are also very good, compared with other association members with other attributes, Roshar always feels inferior.

But today, it’s going to be different!

Today, when he was on duty, the princess's alarm, which had not been sounded for ten years, suddenly sounded again.

Only in the most urgent situations would the court arcanist be required to drop everything and immediately go to support Her Highness Hedwig.

But in the eyes of others, this may be a troublesome task.

In Rosaire's eyes, this was truly a tremendous achievement!

You know, even if you use your butt to think about it, you can tell that although there will definitely be a crown prince who ascends the throne in the future, the one who controls Rose City now is the real Princess Hedwig.

This prince was in crisis and I rescued him in time. How could she treat me badly?

Not to mention that this is Rose City, there is no chance of having strong enemies or big troubles, only endless merits.

After I have accomplished great things, will the other members of the association still look down on me?

Therefore, the moment the alarm sounded, Rosaire set out from the palace at full speed, just to get to the princess first and leave a good impression on her.

But Rosaire's dream of turning over suddenly came to an abrupt end, just like his secret art of flying.

"Damn it! What are the military people doing?"

The royal arcanist in a red robe could not help but curse loudly. He had to obey his own gravitational inertia and fall to the ground. He also cast a deceleration and hardening arcane spell on himself in time, and fortunately he finally landed smoothly.

He knew this feeling too well, the feeling of being forcibly restrained by an invisible force. All arcane spells were working normally, but the magic related to floating was diluted. Isn't this the no-fly formation set up by Rose City to prevent enemy air raids?

But isn’t this formation only activated during drills and when attacked by the enemy?

After another failed attempt to take off, the arcanist decisively chose to contact the military.

"Lord Roshar, the court arcanist, what can I do for you?"

A cold female voice came from the communication band.

"What's wrong with you? Can't you see that I'm using the flying magic? Why are you activating the forbidden flying array?"

Arcanist Roshar said angrily.

"Sorry, an emergency exercise has just started in the northwest of the city. According to convention, the no-fly magic circle needs to be activated during the exercise."

The female voice said calmly.

"exercise?"

Rosaire was stunned for a moment.

"How could I not know? And I'm in a hurry. Release the forbidden air formation for me immediately!"

However, his anger did not calm the other party at all, and the female voice just continued lightly:

"I'm sorry, the exercise is an internal military matter and there is no need to report it to the Palace Arcanist Guild. On the contrary, if you want to fly over the airspace of the imperial city, you need to apply one to three working days in advance."

"Don't use these official words to me!"

Rosaire was so angry that she was jumping up and down.

"Who arranged for you to conduct a temporary exercise, and how long will it take to finish?"

"I arranged it, what's wrong?"

A majestic male voice suddenly interrupted the communication. Roshar was stunned for a moment, and recognized the owner of the voice. It was the second prince of Fire Rose:

"Your Highness Roslett?"

"It's me. What's up, Mr. Rosaire? If you have any emergency, you can ask me for help and I will cancel the exercise as appropriate."

"No, that's not necessary."

Roshar ended the arcane communication with almost no hesitation.

The ring on the little finger of his right hand suddenly glowed red again. It was a communication alert from the palace arcanist. As soon as the arcanist answered the call, he was bombarded with accusations:

"Roshar, what are you doing? Why are your coordinates stagnant? Why hasn't Her Royal Highness the Princess's warning stopped? Do you still want to do this?"

"Shut up, Alica!"

Roshar, who was already extremely annoyed, immediately sprayed back.

"What can I do if the military suddenly conducts an exercise? Do you want me to tell them the secret of His Highness? I will solve it as soon as possible. I am the one on duty today, and it has nothing to do with you!"

The fact that Hedwig had a soul guardian seal in her body was an absolute secret, especially to her brothers and sisters. He would never dare to tell Rosslet, who was also the crown prince, about it. God knew what consequences this would have on the royal election, and what kind of punishment he would receive for violating the confidentiality agreement.

What's more, it is almost known to everyone that the eldest prince, Roslet, is the one who is most dissatisfied with his eldest sister.

After secretly cursing "suck-up biss" a few times, the arcanist hung up the call with his colleague. He was actually not that panicked.

So what if he can't fly? As a seventh-ring arcanist, it is impossible for him to lack a means of traveling.

After randomly casting a few arcane spells to speed up and lighten the body, Roshar rushed on the ground at a speed faster than an ordinary carriage. When he was just a few blocks away from the target location, the arcanist suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, an extremely crowded parade of floats appeared at the corner ahead, blocking the street tightly and leaving no room for the arcanist to pass.

"Hey, don't block the road in front!"

Seeing Rosaire standing in front of the parade, a carefree middle-aged man immediately stepped forward and pulled him aside.

“Who are you and why are you marching at this time?”

The arcanist was simply dumbfounded.

He just used some detection magic and discovered that a parade appeared from nowhere within the surrounding five blocks.

"Huh? Can't you see? We are the Chamber of Commerce's celebration team. If the boss tells us to parade, then we will."

The man spread his hands in confusion and looked at the arcanist as if he were an idiot.

The arcanist was speechless.

At the same time, on the top floor of the luxurious Chamber of Commerce building, Hilteria was standing in front of the French window, with her arms folded across her chest, looking down at the Rose City below.

"Your Highness, you seem to be too kind to that boy. Organizing such a hasty parade has cost us a lot of resources."

Behind her, Sir Drake, who had been busy for a long time and looked a little embarrassed, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with some pain.

Five silver coins for an extra, only this ridiculous and wealthy prince could come up with this idea.

"Haha, that's just my stupid willfulness, Lord Drake."

Hilteria threw back her head and laughed.

"I always feel that this matter is related to Lynn Norton. It wouldn't be wrong to help the prince and do him a favor at this time."

"Is it appropriate to offend a court arcanist?"

Drake was worried.

"how come,"

Hilteria waved her hand nonchalantly.

"Most of those parade teams were temporarily pulled together. Once they disbanded at the end of the parade, who would be able to find us? Moreover, he is a court arcanist. Do you think he would wait until the end of the parade? I guess once he uses his arcane magic, the mob would disperse, and we wouldn't have to be afraid."

.........

"Get out of my way, I'm in a hurry, get out of my way!"

On the long street, a ball of fire burned from Roshar's palm. It would take too long to take a detour, and waiting for the parade to end was even more impossible. In desperation, he could only try to use arcane magic to overwhelm these ordinary people.

"Oh, Arcanist?!"

Someone shouted loudly, and the original parade team suddenly burst into exclamations. Obviously, in the eyes of ordinary people, the consequences of offending the arcanist are extremely serious.

Roshar was looking at the results with satisfaction, waiting for the crowd to make way for him. Suddenly, a shout came from somewhere in the crowd:

"Is the Arcanist so great? If we don't parade, who will give us the five silver coins each?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the marching crowd, which had originally shrunk, suddenly gathered together again, as if they had suddenly gained strength. Instead of retreating, some of them came forward and accused Rosaire.

"Fuck you, five silver coins. I worked so hard to screw in ten screws in a month!"

"That's right, don't listen to his nonsense. Are we just bored because he has something to do?"

"If you have the guts, use your arcane magic to burn us. So many people are watching us!"

"Are you pretending to be a horse?"

"I...you..."

Faced with the suddenly angry people, Rosaire was actually intimidated by their momentum and subconsciously took half a step back.

But then, a surge of anger suddenly filled his heart:

"A bunch of unruly people!"

He was angry at the ignorance and foolishness of these people, and even angrier at himself for taking a half step back.