"Praise the goddess." Yan Cheng said with fear, "It's just that it will take some time for these containers to be formed."
Arang turned his head mechanically, but his kind face looked terrifying to Yan: "How long will it take?"
"It will take about eight months." Yan swallowed and looked down at the ground.
"It's too long, Yan." Agen said with a smile: "The goddess can't wait that long."
"Six months... If necessary, you can use the Holy Light to ripen those containers." He said, with a pair of eyes filled with passionate light on his old face.
Just from the surface, anyone would think that this must be the most sacred figure in the world.
"But, Holy Light..." Yan hesitated.
"Okay, Yann." Agen interrupted him in a tone that left no room for doubt, "It's time to set off for the palace. His Majesty Fran is eager to see us."
"Yes, Patriarch."
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In the splendid palace, dozens of palace maids stepped forward one by one and placed the plates they were holding on the dining table. They were all women of various nobles and took this opportunity to learn the etiquette of the nobles.
The palace is small in size. In the center is a dining table covered with silk tablecloth. A well-dressed, relaxed-looking middle-aged man is sitting on a chair covered with red velvet.
It can be seen from his slightly darkened eyes that the king is somewhat tired and haggard.
Sylvie sat next to him.
"Sylvie, you haven't had dinner with me for a long time. Miley said you seem to be busy with something?"
As Frank III said, he brought a plate of smoked goose in front of Sylvie: "It tastes very good."
"No, I'm just... I'm just completing the homework assigned by the teachers..." Sylvie hurriedly muttered, trying to be as real as possible and muttered:
"The teachers are too strict. There are so many palace etiquettes in every aspect of food, clothing, housing and transportation. How can I possibly learn it?" She put down her fork and made a circle with her hands.
"Sylvie, they are training you as the future king of France, cough." France III said with a smile, and then coughed slightly.
"Father, your condition..." Sylvie put down her knife and fork and looked at him with concern.
"It's okay, it's just a bit of cold wind." The man waved his hand and continued:
"Sylvie, I am already old, and your brother Xilinzhi is not here. The only one this country can rely on is you."
"Father, what are you talking about?" Sylvie put down her knife and fork, stared at him and pouted, "You were in your prime and most powerful, and the people of France cannot live without you."
Fran III had a loving smile on his face: "My child, you look so much like your mother, and you are as gentle and kind as her. If only she were still here, you would know...our lovely Sylvie has already
It has become the most dazzling pearl of the Kingdom of France."
"Mom..." Hearing this word, Sylvie was also absent-minded for a while, thinking of the birthday gift Xilin gave her, which was also her mother's jewelry, the agate necklace.
The man slowly turned his head, and in the warm candlelight and shining lights, he seemed to see the gentle shadow floating past the window.
"Heidi..." He blinked, and the phantom disappeared. What floated past the window was just a leaf that had been knocked down by the rain.
"Heidi." He said silently, with a smile on his face: "I will definitely do it, we will definitely meet again."
As dinner came to an end, the palace maids took turns collecting the plates.
The king originally wanted to accompany Sylvie for a walk after the meal, but the guard who walked in from outside the door reported that Patriarch Moonlight and Ion, the deputy head of the Knights Templar, had come to visit.
"Okay, let them wait for me in the lobby." Fran III was slightly excited, then turned to look at Sylvie: "Sylvie... maybe today is not a good day for a walk."
Sylvie certainly understands her father's difficulties. In her opinion, family affection is a very luxurious thing in the court.
Although she was a little disappointed, she was used to this kind of disappointment.
After watching her father walk towards the hall with excited steps while coughing, she also returned to her bedroom along the path.
The sky was a dense ink color, and the patter of rain fell from above, falling towards the roaring world and her lonely destiny.
Returning to the bedroom, she closed the door tightly, lay down on the warm and comfortable bed, and covered her head in the soft velvet quilt.
From time to time, soft and regular footsteps could be heard outside. It was the maids responsible for the princess' daily life who were busy packing things.
Before it was time to learn magic, Sylvie took out the newspaper she bought secretly and browsed today's magician news.
"Silicon, the most abundant non-metallic element in the earth's crust."
As she expected, the headline on the front page was about her new paper. Of course, this was just an irresponsible "conjecture" that she compiled after reading Jiang Qiao's chemistry book and published it in popular language.
As for things like analysis and proof, let's leave it to those old-fashioned great magisters.
Nearly two months have passed since she first came into contact with that world. Within two months, she almost read through the book Jiang Qiao brought.
From being extremely shocked at first to gradually becoming numb, she has gradually realized how magical that world really is.
What is even more curious is that the various laws analyzed in that world are also applicable to Paristia, but the two worlds are obviously completely unrelated.
I heard from Jiang Qiao that this book is just the tip of the iceberg in their world.
So, if I discover the knowledge of the entire iceberg... Sylvie becomes more and more excited as she thinks about it, gesturing the weight of the knowledge in the air with her little hands.
Maybe she will go down in history because of this, for example, shocked! The princess of the Kingdom of France is actually the great mage "Little Bear Loves Gummies" who single-handedly created a new era of magic!
It is also possible that his statues will be spread all over the world and be respected by people everywhere!
However, before that, she had to reduce the frequency of publishing papers. Sylvie actually still had some concerns, because she knew that the whole world was looking for the genius magician.
Fortunately, the coordinates when she sent the paper were chaotic, and the path was extremely twisted. Therefore, unless she was a great mage who was proficient in space magic, no one could discover her specific location.
Moreover, the genius who was proficient in space magic died long ago, so for now, she is safe.
The rain outside the window is getting lighter, the withered yellow leaves are knocked to the ground, and time is passing by.
After reading the entire newspaper and staring at the ceiling in boredom for a while, it finally came to eight o'clock.
Sylvie listened carefully as the footsteps of the maids gradually faded away. They usually returned to their respective residences in the corners of the palace at this time.
She revealed a slight dimple, then quietly got out of bed, walked to the large bookcase like a thief, and gently took down an inconspicuous book in the corner.
Then, the bookcase magically moved to both sides, leaving a floor wide for two people.
Sylvie walked to the floor and waved.
The floor turned into a protective airtight door that could be opened.
She recited a mantra silently, and the door opened in response.