Simultaneous travel: all abstract fun people

Chapter 308 Roger the jockey who sent his wife to her teacher, Roger the jockey.
Soon, Roger and Aurora's wedding banquet began.

The palace was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and flowers covered the ground.

Nobles from various countries were present.

Just as everyone was raising their glasses in celebration and reminiscing about the legendary story of how the prince awakened the princess and saved the kingdom...

Suddenly, a gasp broke the tranquility of the banquet.

"Look! Who's that?"

Everyone turned to look, and saw a pumpkin carriage slowly drive into the entrance of the banquet hall and stop.

The girl who stepped out of the car was breathtakingly beautiful.

She wore a blue dress with a skirt that cascaded like stars, her hair was woven with golden threads, and her crystal shoes sparkled brightly.

All the nobles immediately began to whisper among themselves: "Who is this?"

"Is she a princess from some country?"

Roger stood in the center of the dance floor, looking at this figure, and a thought struck him.

"This seems to be Cinderella."

As he was thinking, he suddenly felt a surge of magical energy.

He keenly sensed that the pumpkin carriage and the girl's dress had been enchanted!

"She really is Cinderella."

"As expected of a mixed fairy tale world, getting married can lead to a storyline."

Just then, Prince Henry also noticed Cinderella.

He was excited and wanted to go up and strike up a conversation.

But Cinderella ignored him and went straight to Roger and Aurora.

She bowed gracefully, her tone gentle:

"Your Excellency Prince Roger and Princess Aurora, thank you for allowing me to attend this wedding."

Aurora smiled and asked, "What is your name?"

Just as Cinderella was about to introduce herself, she suddenly spotted her stepmother, Mrs. Tamani, and her two sisters, Antasia and Trislylia, in the crowd.

The three men turned deathly pale the moment they saw her.

Although the girl in front of them was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had an outstanding temperament, they still recognized her at a glance as Cinderella, who usually swept the floor and washed the dishes at home!

"impossible!"

Antasia's eyes widened: "How could she possibly be here?!"

Triscia screamed, "Wasn't she locked up at home cleaning?!"

Lady Teresa roared, "That wretched Cinderella, she doesn't listen to me!"

Before she could finish speaking, the three of them rushed over and tried to drag Cinderella away.

Upon seeing this, Roger frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

The next second, Mrs. Termany and her two daughters were frozen in place, unable to move like three wax figures.

The surrounding guests were so frightened that they all backed away.

Roger said calmly, "Who dares to cause trouble at my wedding?"

The guards immediately moved out and captured the three men.

Aurora looked at Cinderella and asked gently, "Miss, do you know them?"

Cinderella nodded nervously and whispered:

“She is my stepmother, and those two are my older sisters.”

“I’ve always been treated like a maid by them until today, when I met a kind witch who gave me a dress so I could attend this wedding.”

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

With a look of pity in her eyes, Aurora ordered the guards who had captured the three women, "Throw them out and never let them set foot in the kingdom again."

Roger smiled at Cinderella and said, "You can live in my kingdom and in my palace from now on."

"I will stand up for you and I will never let anyone bully you again."

Cinderella's eyes welled up with tears, and she bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you, Prince Roger."

Then, she raised her head, mustered her courage, and said:
"May I invite you to dance?"

Roger was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Of course."

Aurora, who was standing nearby, didn't seem jealous.

"It seems my husband is quite popular."

“But it doesn’t matter, he’s mine anyway.” So, under everyone’s gaze, Roger took Cinderella’s hand, walked onto the dance floor, and danced to the music.

After the banquet ended, Roger kept Cinderella behind.

Cinderella was taken by Aurora to choose a room, preparing to stay in the palace.

Roger returned alone to his chambers, stood by the window, looked at the moon in the night sky, and suddenly spoke:

"teacher."

The next second, the air rippled, and a figure appeared out of thin air.

She was a young witch wearing a sequined cloak and holding a magic wand.

She looked at Roger with a smile, her tone carrying a hint of relief and a touch of teasing:
"Little Roger, how did you become a prince?"

"And your strength has increased so much?"

Roger looked at her, surprised: "Teacher?"

"How did you become so young and beautiful?"

"You smell so good."

Yes, this witch is the old witch who raised Roger from childhood.

In Roger's memory, she always wore an old cloak and lived in a dilapidated wooden cabin deep in the forest.

But now, all the wrinkles on her face have disappeared, as if she had just had plastic surgery.

Roger remarked, "If it weren't for the shared aura, I wouldn't believe you're the same person."

The witch smiled smugly: "This is the power of magic."

The witch walked to the window and looked into the distance.

"Since you went out to travel, I have also gone on a trip."

“A few days ago, I heard that a guy named Prince Roger appeared in the Thorn Kingdom, who awakened the sleeping princess and saved the entire kingdom.”

"I reckon this is your doing."

"So I came to see you, and by the way, I brought you a beautiful girl to be your wife."

Roger said helplessly, "I'm already engaged to Aurora."

The witch waved her hand: "Oh, it's alright, having more wives is a good thing."

"Besides, I remember you being a womanizer."

Roger: "..."

The witch laughed, then her expression suddenly turned serious.

She frowned and asked, "But Roger, why do you have a demonic aura about you?"

"This is not ordinary black magic, but power from hell."

"What exactly have you been through?"

Roger smiled smugly and spread his hands: "Teacher, I now possess the power of the devil!"

"I am not only a prince, but also a lord of hell!"

"You keep an eye on it."

With a thought, a profound darkness instantly enveloped the two of them.

The next second, the master and apprentice fell directly into the dark dimension.

The witch stumbled and regained her balance, then looked around.

She frowned, her gaze sharpening.

She raised Roger from a young age and knows him all too well.

Mischievousness is just a facade; a lecherous devil is the true nature.

They were afraid that Roger would do something like the jockey Meuzou.

The witch sighed: "Your journey must have been quite exciting, but first let me out."

Roger grinned. "Teacher, I just wanted to show you my new home."

The witch rolled her eyes: "I've seen enough, let me out now."

Roger didn't make things difficult for her. With a gentle wave of his hand, the two of them instantly returned to the palace.

The witch patted the black mist off her clothes and nodded with satisfaction: "Seeing how successful you are now, I'm glad I raised you for nothing."

"Take good care of Cinderella, I'm going to continue my journey."

After saying that, she waved her cloak and disappeared from Roger's sight.

(End of this chapter)