Guy Craigie Varrant, His Royal Highness the Grand Prince of the Kingdom of Stoke, and his mother is the third princess of the Elanfaro Empire.

Before the age of twenty, he was like a bright pearl dotting the history of the Stoke Kingdom, with unparalleled talent as a spellcaster, and an upright and kind character, and he was the most eye-catching existence in the kingdom at that time.

As fate would have it, at the age of twenty, Guy became the youngest great magician in the Kingdom of Stoke, and defeated the lizard army of the Kingdom of Besilik in the western part of the kingdom.

It is even rumored that Lord Craigie, who has entered the path of legend, intends to accept him as a disciple.

Everyone could have predicted that he would become the next king of the Stoke Kingdom, even if he was a powerful king at the beginning.

Everything is in order, waiting for the set result,

But fate is unpredictable after all, one moment it favors you, the next moment it will push you into hell.

In the year 1428 of the Starfall Calendar, the spring season quietly fell, and the Eleanfaro Empire raided the Gate of Sorrow, severely damaged the Northern Legion, and killed hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the front line of the war, thus starting the decade-long Great Patriotic War of the Stoke Kingdom.

And Guy's fate has also changed because of this, his mother's identity, inexplicable speculation, he has fallen from the pride of the sky, fallen to the dust, become the target of the suspicious person, and even walked out of the palace to make up the extravagant hope.

During the Ten Years of the Great Patriotic War, under the cold treatment, intentionally or unintentionally, Guy's situation was ignored, no one even dared to mention his name, and it seemed that even the king ignored the first heir to the throne of the kingdom.

When the final victory came, countless heroes were born in the moment of great victory, Guy's identity was also raised, and the once proud son of the sky was no longer seen, and he stood in silence in the gorgeous palace, accepting the arrangement of fate.

Exiled to the Gate of Sorrow, he became a titular commander against the legionnaires of his mother's empire.

No matter how well he did in the local wars that followed, he did not receive a bounty from Limontanlu, as if the entire kingdom had forgotten about his existence.

Yes, no one cares about him, the so-called Great Prince, the many forces that once surrounded him crowded around his incompetent younger brothers, and he lost his fiery heart in the repeated suppression, leaving only a heart that filled with ice.

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"Your Royal Highness, it's an honor to meet you!" Modrian's straight body and slightly bowed 45 degrees, extremely standard aristocratic etiquette.

The cold blue energy lifted Modrian's body, and Guy looked at him with interest, his dark blue eyes glittering with inexplicable brilliance.

"In just two years, the once little guy has grown into a well-known baron of real power in the Northland, and even his own strength has entered the big knight."

"I'm a little curious about you, or is it the existence behind it?!"

"You're laughing, what I've done is nothing compared to your deeds." Modrian said softly, it was an uncomfortable feeling to be watched, but his words were not flattering words, but he really felt a strong sense of danger from the body of His Royal Highness the Great Prince in front of him, far more deadly than the Abyss Demon and the Bishop of the Temple of Power.

Guy leaned back slightly, leaning on the soft back of the table, a deep blue light appeared in the pressed pupils, restrained his emotions, and the cold words directly tore off the false mask.

"I guess Baron Modrian should have guessed what I'm going to do, right?"

"I want to get back what belongs to me, what I was destined to do as early as the moment I was born."

Sure enough, the battle for royal power!

Modrian didn't rush to answer when he heard this, he looked at Count Raphael, who was looking at his nose and nose on the other side, as the expression control of the old fritters, he didn't get anything, and there was an elusive taste.

But now that His Royal Highness the Grand Prince is here, the Harriman family's choice is obvious.

"Hehe, is this a game that makes me fall headlong?!"

Count Raphael's invitation was well received by the many noble forces at the banquet, and once His Royal Highness the Grand Prince and the Harriman family rose to power, then he would definitely be marked with the same faction.

If it weren't for the Harriman family's help in the past, Modrian would have wanted to overturn the conference table and leave, believing in the strength of Bobbi and Gulagas.

But now..................

"Actually, the choice is very simple, we take what we need, what I need is the force of your followers, and I can continue to provide you with appropriate 'help'." Guy stared into Modrian's eyes and said word by word, his crisp voice like a rain bead that evoked some of Mordrian's doubtful memories.

"The fortress of Lakstak in the Lemmor Mountains is a legendary fortress forged by the ice dwarves, and many great nobles have sent scouts and stalkers into the mountains to follow the ancient trails."

"Do you think that if Uncle Raphael and I hadn't covered it up as much as possible, you would have developed so untroubled in these two years? Even the castle and the barony are ...... because of us."

Modrian's brown pupils constricted instantly, and he seemed to understand something, no wonder the economic development of the town of Irwindale in the past two years has not been affected by other cities, and it is in a state of extreme prosperity.

He thought it was the deterrent power of many heroes and elite cavalry under his command, but he ignored some external and profound influence.

And why did the Temple of Power attack the town of Irwindale so coincidentally before this feast? Is there really no one leaking the news? Or is it just to find out the strength of Valoran?

There are many things that cannot be said, and it is not clear to say them, and it is far more appropriate to rot them in the heart.

"In that case, then I choose ............."

He was self-aware of the battle for royal power, and Valoran's possession of this acre and three points of land alone had already taken most of his attention, and he simply did not have the spare strength to participate in this black hole like a black hole in the struggle for the throne.

As for the follow-up, as he once said in front of Uncle Benny, he now has enough strength for him to deal with a lot of sudden things.

Before the words of rejection could be spoken, the long-lost cold system prompt sounded in his mind.

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【Ding....... Main quest released! 】

【Main Quest: Death of the King】

[Mission time: 60 days]

【Reward: ??? 】

[Task description: People who are about to die, why be afraid?] A storm is about to begin that will sweep through the Kingdom of Stoke, perhaps not only the Kingdom of Stoke, but you have to do as simple as raising the fluttering Valoran banner on the broken throne. 】

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"Simple? I'm sorry, but this was a difficult time for me. ”

The sudden main quest left Modrian speechless, he tried his best to keep his face calm, but his thoughts flickered inside.

The upcoming battle for royal power, the broken throne, the death of the king!

It seems that there is no escape, so there are not many options that can be made now, no, it should be said that there is only one.

Modrian slowly looked at His Highness Guy in front of him, and then at Count Raphael, who had always been silent, and smiled.