"Go check!" he yelled, "Power outage?! I can't believe there was such a stupid mistake... Do you know how many years the empire has been, and no power has been cut off anywhere?!"

The face under the helmet is white and a little blue, because the Britanns are born with thicker skin, even in their anger, they do not reveal much blood, and they almost don't look like a real person.

Is recognized that face - Jialai, the seventeenth prince of the old empire.

The shorter man who had been close to him also took off his helmet and revealed a face he was more familiar with.

Singa's face...Amist's face.

Looking face to face, Is can be sure that the two faces that have been separated by more than 40 years are indeed exactly the same, without a difference, even a mole on the left eyebrow is of the same size and position.

But looking at it like this, he couldn't see what was special about this favored boy, so he needed to copy his genes.

Probably copied more than once.

What he really wanted to say... he didn't seem to be afraid. The danger just now seemed to be much more exciting than fear. He still shone with excitement in his eyes, but he was not like a young man of this age, who kept making noise and jumping up and down because of excitement.

He followed his father quietly and seemed very well-behaved.

It was not until many people took the order and the crowd dispersed a little that he pulled the corner of his father's clothes a little childishly.

"Father." He said, "I want a sir..."
Chapter completed!