Kapitel 47: Clash

Crown Prince Lail slowly closed his eyes, his hands tightly clenched into fists.

"Wife, wait for me a little longer. I will find you!" He solemnly vowed in his heart.

Opening his cold eyes, he moved forward, grasping the floating blue-black spear in his hands.

The spirit in the spear had referred to him as master and changed on his command, wiping away all hesitation from his heart.

He had magic and he had a spiritual weapon.

Which parts of the seven realms could he not travel? Which place could he not enter?

Overflowing with vigor and confidence, Crown Prince Lail turned on his heels, moving away from the wandering mist.

He had set out on a death mission, but was returning with hope and excitement for the future.

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The Speaking Ink Tree looked at the Crown Prince in front of him, its green eyes flashing with gold as it scrutinized the man.

Of course, it had expected the Crown Prince's return. It had also expected him to return a changed man.