Wizards of the Coast

I was born with the blood of an orthodox earl and became famous at a young age. I was originally a talented magician with a promising future, but my talent was deprived of my talent and my magic was abolished by the tyrannical Holy See. I fell from the clouds into the mire and became a coolie at the bottom of the imperial city. I was oppressed every day and never saw the light of day. The Holy See restricted freedom, and absurdities continued in the court. A fine court meeting was suddenly turned upside down by a sentence of Spanish; the king of a country was addicted to playing cards and having fun, and threatened to embrace "internationalization". He lit up exotic dance music such as bachata, flamenco, reggaeton, and ordered songs according to the names of the dishes. The whole palace was quietly "infected" by foreign languages. Unbearable, I resolutely rebelled against the Holy See and ran to the distant beach wilderness. Frustrated, I originally planned to end my life and wait for the goddess of rebirth to guide me. Unexpectedly, I was exhausted mentally and physically from the long journey and fell down in the grass on the outskirts halfway. The joke of fate has just begun. I was mistaken as an "unexpected gift" by a pair of magician sisters with unfathomable power, and they forcibly carried me back to my beach house. My elder sister is proficient in mainland China's lingua franca, but abides by the rules and refuses to interact with foreigners; my younger sister understands all speech, but she only speaks Spanish and likes to mutter rhymes. There was a lot of chasing and commotion, a trip that made me feel sick to my stomach, and a misunderstanding caused by language. In the end, I was woken up directly by the word "put it down".