The old king was stunned, "What is he doing?"

"Maybe, Your Highness the Prince is looking for a carpet." The confidant had to answer.

"Okay... I shouldn't have too much hope!" The old king Philip covered his forehead with his hands, and said, "Continue to secretly protect the three of them!"

"Don't interfere with the rest!" the old king Philip ordered.

"Yes!" the confidant responded in a deep voice.

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A few days later.

Looking at the bumpy grassland, Hansel, covered in mud, leaves and grass roots, asked Little Prince Liszt with a wry smile, "Dear Prince, do you think we will continue?"

Because they are all done by themselves, Little Prince Lister's current image is not much better than Hansel.

Hearing Hansel's inquiry, Little Prince Liszt stopped the action at hand, said in disbelief, "Impossible! Do you really need to weave a carpet with grass? This is simply impossible."

He took out the still bright feather from his arms and said with some self-deprecation, "Didn't you guide me in the direction? Then why don't you guide me in the right direction? I just want a carpet."

As he said that, the little prince Liszt threw the Sphinx's feather into the sky angrily.

The feathers shone brightly in the sun and fell to the ground.

Widths of white mist suddenly appeared silently.

Little Prince Liszt and Hansel discovered at the same time that a floor door suddenly appeared next to Sphinx's feathers.
Chapter completed!