Chapter 011 The Sorcerer

After leaving the princess's bedchamber, Wang Bo summoned the imperial guards.

He carefully questioned the palace guards about what had happened the previous night, hoping to reconstruct the sequence of events.

Unfortunately, the guards knew very little about what had happened the night before.

They didn't even know what had happened the previous night; it was only when a patrol of guards discovered their comrade, who had already turned into a dried corpse, that they notified the king.

To this, Wang Bo was speechless.

He remembered that in the plot of Aladdin, Aladdin once sneaked into the palace alone to return the princess's golden jewelry, and no one except Jafar discovered him.

Wang Bo thought it was ridiculous at the time.

After all, it was an imperial palace. For a mere thug to come and go as he pleased—that was just too unbelievable.

At first, Wang Bo thought it was a plot necessity.

But now it seemed that this was clearly not a plot necessity; rather, the palace guards were truly even more useless than imagined. Wang Bo asked around, yet he couldn't get any useful information from anyone.

These people were not even as good as Princess Jasmine.

Princess Jasmine, at least, had discovered that the monster had once sneaked into the queen's bedchamber.

Wang Bo couldn't be bothered to say anything more to this bunch of good-for-nothings.

He really didn't know what use it was for the palace to keep this group of good-for-nothings, but after all, Wang Bo was not the Sultan, so he couldn't kick all these people out of the palace in a fit of anger.

Moreover, he couldn't be bothered to do so.

After all, with Wang Bo's strength, he had no need for the protection of this group of people.

After that, Wang Bo casually instructed this group to tighten their patrol methods, then returned to his room, immersing himself in witchcraft. The small test this morning had shown Wang Bo that witchcraft was quite useful.

Time ticked by, minute by minute.

When night fell, Wang Bo continued to immerse himself in witchcraft when Princess Jasmine suddenly pushed open the door and rushed in. “Jia Fang, what are you still doing here? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten our plan already?”

When she arrived at the agreed place at the agreed time, she found that Jafar had not come.

Princess Jasmine thought Jia Fang was delayed by something, so she waited patiently for a while.

However, what Princess Jasmine did not expect was that she waited and waited, but Jia Fang simply did not come. Having lost her patience, Princess Jasmine went to his door herself to urge him.

To be honest, if she had a choice, Princess Jasmine would not have wanted to act together with Jafar.

But the problem was, after counting everyone in the palace, she found that besides Jafar, there were very few people willing to act with her. Apart from Jafar, she could not find anyone else who shared her cause.

Having no other choice, Princess Jasmine had to select Jafar.

And Jia Fang's neglect only deepened the princess's dissatisfaction.

Wang Bo, interrupted in his reading by Princess Jasmine, closed the book helplessly and asked, "Has the appointed time arrived, Princess?"

"You are already very late." Princess Jasmine said crossly.

Wang Bo stood up. "All right, I apologize, Princess Jasmine. There's no time to lose; let's set off right away."

Princess Jasmine, unwilling to waste time either, agreed, and the two of them hurriedly arrived at the highest watchtower of the palace, the highest point in the palace, from which they could overlook the entire palace.

Princess Moli stood on the observation deck, the sky above her filled with stars. She concentrated on observing the queen's bedchamber, yet complained, “Perhaps we have come too late; maybe the murderer has already sneaked into the queen's bedchamber.”

"No, there is no murderer in the queen's bedchamber," Wang Bo said.

"How do you know?"

Wang Bo certainly would not say that he used his X-ray vision to see that there were only the queen and her maids in the bedchamber, so he fabricated a reason.

"I have long instructed the guards to keep a close watch on the movements within the bedchamber. If any stranger enters, they must report to me, and I have received no such report so far."

Princess Jasmine couldn't help but smile excitedly, looking at Jafar with new respect, and thought to herself: "So the Sultan values Jafar not only because he knows how to flatter, but also because he is a capable person."

"Well done, Jafar." She cheered.

Wang Bo said modestly, "It is my duty, Princess."

Princess Jasmine continued to keep an eye on the movements in the queen's bedchamber, while Wang Bo flipped through books on sorcery, immersed in the study of magic.

An hour passed, then two.

Eleven o'clock at night.

Nothing happened.

Princess Jasmine's high spirits gradually sank; the sandman silently attacked her, making her yawn repeatedly, on the verge of falling asleep at any moment.

But Princess Jasmine was still a stubborn supporter.

Wang Bo had just finished reading a book when he turned his head and saw Princess Jasmine nodding off repeatedly. He said, "Perhaps the murderer won't show up tonight. You should go and rest, Princess Jasmine."

"No!" Princess Jasmine jolted, slapped her face, and pulled herself together. "What if that guy shows up soon? I have to catch them, for the Sultan."

Wang Bo sighed, took a can of coffee from his four-dimensional pocket, and handed it over. "Maybe this can make you more alert."

"What is this?"

"Coffee."

“Coffee?”

“A drink that can refresh the mind.” Wang Bo took out another bottle of coffee, opened the cap, and took a sip.

Princess Jasmine took the coffee with relief, and in a proper manner imitated Wang Bo's actions, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip!

Pfft... and then spat it out.

"What is this? It's so bitter, so hard to drink." Princess Jasmine looked at Wang Bo warily; this couldn't be some kind of drug, could it?

"Coffee is like this," Wang Bo said with an air of mock surprise. "You'll know once you drink it — coffee is actually not bad."

Princess Jasmine, half believing and half doubting, took another small sip. It still tasted very bitter, but this time, besides the bitterness, a rich fragrance seemed to spread across her tongue, diluting some of it.

So she couldn't help but take another sip.

Soon, Princess Jasmine grew accustomed to the taste of coffee, feeling that it had a unique flavor of its own.

"How does it feel?"

"At least I'm not as sleepy as before." Princess Jasmine didn't know how to comment on the taste of the coffee, so she sidestepped the issue.

Wang Bo was unimpressed and opened another book on witchcraft, reading it with great interest.

Princess Jasmine asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

"A book recording sorcery." Wang Bo did not conceal it.

Princess Jasmine's heart tightened, realizing she had underestimated him. "You actually know sorcery—I never knew you practiced it. You are a sorcerer."

In order to usurp the throne, Jafar concealed the fact that he was a sorcerer, so neither the Sultan nor Princess Jasmine knew that Jafar was a sorcerer.