Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

Chapter 160: 162: Aladdin, I am very close friends with your father!

Chapter 160: Chapter 162: Aladdin, I am very close friends with your father!

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“Mustafa is most likely Zeus!” Qin Muye firmly believed in his heart.

“Aladdin, hurry up and thank His Highness the Prince,” the woman urged quickly.

“The treasure is probably located here. Initially, I had a magician set traps, which only Brother Mustafa could safely retrieve. But now that Brother Mustafa has already gone to the Netherworld, it might be a bit troublesome for Aladdin. Gold, silver, jewels, and the like can only be obtained after one turns 20.”

“After all, this treasury was initially set so that only Brother Mustafa and his progeny could enter. I can’t enter either, unless Brother Mustafa truly breaks the appointment, only then I would have the right to reclaim this treasury.”

“Don’t rush; I actually have another matter. Initially, I and Brother Mustafa had agreed on something concerning whether I can inherit the throne, so I will still need your help, Aladdin. If I succeed in inheriting the throne, I will fulfill our agreement.”

“But rest assured, aside from the gold, silver, jewels, and various treasures which cannot be touched, you can first pick some fruits and gemstones scattered under the fruit trees. There are no restrictions on these items, and picking them little by little is enough until Aladdin comes of age.”

“Initially, I used a treasury filled with gold, silver, and jewels as compensation to have Brother Mustafa safeguard an oil lamp for our city-state, a symbol left by my great-grandfather, intended to aid me in inheriting the throne. Fearing it might be stolen by others, I entrusted it to Brother Mustafa.”

“Of course, you can also take some of the fruit from the fruit trees and the gemstones scattered on the ground as your wealth.”

“Moreover, upon entering, you still need to call out Brother Mustafa’s name along with his grandfather’s and father’s names to ensure the magic traps do not mistakenly harm you.”

“The lady is too polite. Brother Mustafa and I had a quite good relationship, alas… it’s a pity, I wonder how long has Brother been in the Netherworld?” Qin Muye continued to probe.

“Indeed, as handsome as Brother Mustafa, truly a fine young man.” Qin Muye sized up Aladdin and then continued, “Your mother said you are too mischievous. Spend this time learning from me, if you are willing?”

“No problem, Your Highness the Prince. I will definitely bring that oil lamp to you,” Aladdin replied eagerly, finally seeing a solution to this matter.

“No, no, over these years we have never sold the oil lamp,” the woman recalled hurriedly, fearing Qin Muye might change his face.

“Did Brother Mustafa leave any offspring? If possible, I would like him to study with me for some time, to have a good future rather than just being a tailor like Brother Mustafa,” Qin Muye considered his words carefully.

“Mustafa has been to the Netherworld for five years now, even Aladdin has grown up,” the woman remarked without doubt, feeling emotional.

“That is good, good; madam, do not panic, I trust Brother Mustafa and you.”

“Excuse me, is this the tailor Mustafa’s place?” Qin Muye looked at the rundown tailor shop, knowing from the wizard that Mustafa had already died.

“If it’s not here, then perhaps it was placed into the treasure by Brother Mustafa because he could freely enter and take items from the treasure. Perhaps he put it in fearing it could get lost, and if it’s convenient, Aladdin, could you help me retrieve it?”

“Now I come to recover this old oil lamp just to see how you and Aladdin are living, as Brother Mustafa has yet to remove the treasure. Thankfully I know where it is, and now I will tell you so that Aladdin can dig it out. You will then have no worries regarding food and clothing,” Qin Muye explained.

“Your Highness the Prince, this is my son Aladdin.” Before Aladdin could speak, the woman spoke.

“I will be staying here for about a month, hoping that this month might change you. However, I also have matters to attend to, how much you learn will depend on your ability,” Qin Muye sighed helplessly.

“Five years now, this… alas,” Qin Muye fully expressed his sorrow for his friend.

“This is just a small token of mine, please accept it, madam,” Qin Muye said, producing a bag of Gold Coins.

“This is too much, too much,” the woman beamed, verbally refusing but her hand very honestly took it, being needy herself, how could she truly refuse?

“Over these years, madam, have you ever sold or lost an oil lamp?” Qin Muye asked anxiously.

“Respected Prince, I do not know how to thank you,” the woman said. She may not recognize him, but she felt that anyone who was so kind to her family must have had an excellent relationship with her deceased tailor husband. Otherwise, why would a prince willingly teach a tailor’s son?

Aladdin glanced at his mother; the words he originally wanted to say ultimately remained unspoken, feeling somewhat uneasy about the prince’s intentions.

Aladdin also felt something strange. What could possibly need his help? A sense of vigilance arose in his heart.

Don’t ask where this bag of Gold Coins came from; it was a gesture from a wizard before his death.

However, Zeus had not forgotten about his little scion, naturally, he had shown some favor.

From the looks of the woman, Qin Muye could tell that she must have been a beauty in her youth, but age and excessive toil had taken their toll on her appearance.

The other party’s appearance also did not lack the look of wealth, as inheriting the throne meant wealth could be as much as one desired.

And Aladdin was Mustafa’s son.

Upon hearing Qin Muye’s words, both Aladdin and the woman’s eyes widened in surprise; they had not expected this to be the case.

The two talked a bit more, and soon a noisy commotion arose, and a wheat-skinned handsome young lad, around fifteen or sixteen, came back.

The woman hurriedly fetched all the oil lamps from the house, as the prince was an honest man, having given them the treasure, she worried about delaying his inheritance of the throne.

Upon hearing these words, the woman’s expression instantly turned to joy. Aladdin, since childhood, was playful and ever since Mustafa had died, she could hardly manage him. If he could follow this prince from another city-state and perhaps become a court scholar, then even if the money ran out, she wouldn’t have to worry about their livelihood.

There are only two reasons to flee, either Hera had discovered them, or Zeus, who had aged and taken a new love.

Qin Muye did not first look at the oil lamp, but instead spoke.

Upon hearing this, Qin Muye actually breathed a sigh of relief.

Hearing this, Qin Muye’s expression also changed, “How could this be possible, I didn’t think I would still be a step too late.”

Suddenly, Qin Muye changed the topic, which caught them somewhat off guard.

Qin Muye’s last sentence carried a threat.

If it had been earlier, a certain old oil lamp in the treasury might have aroused his suspicion, but after Qin Muye’s string of nonsensical bamboozling, Aladdin had little doubt and was instead wholeheartedly helping Qin Muye, as in his eyes if he broke the promise, the treasure would no longer be his.

Talking nonsense, Qin Muye was a professional at that.

He gave his acting a nine out of ten, the remaining 91 points were for lack of power, if he had power, he wouldn’t need to act.

He knew, to get the Divine Lamp from the treasury, only Aladdin could do it, no one else could, thus he had this excuse.

Hearing this sorrowful tone, the woman didn’t think much of it, instead, she found herself blaming her deceased husband, who despite knowing a prince, still let her live in such poverty and hardship, ultimately working herself to death.

In the bustling city-state, Qin Muye led a white horse, everyone who saw him knew at first glance that he was a prince.

Clearly, they must have heard some news, which is why they had hurried back.

It was none other than the Divine Lamp named after Aladdin.

A woman came out, looking weary, and was a bit surprised when she saw Qin Muye, “Honorable prince, my husband Mustafa has already returned to the Netherworld.”

Thinking that they were about to live a wealthy life, both were involuntarily thrilled.

At this moment, the two also panicked a bit because they felt the treasure belonged to them due to Mustafa’s agreement with the prince, but now they had broken the agreement, could the treasure still be theirs?

This sentence disrupted their daydreams, and their expressions involuntarily changed.

This left Aladdin somewhat dumbfounded, what was this situation?

These words did not trouble Aladdin and the woman, instead, they felt happy, as this meant that no one could get the treasure that belonged to them now.

But their joy was short-lived when they suddenly heard Qin Muye’s voice, “Madam, there is not the oil lamp I need here, this…”