My name is Edward Xiumiro. Update fast no - pop-up - window pure - text - word \ I am the prince of the Xiumiro Empire.

My father was the fifteenth emperor of the Thumiro Empire: Proso III the Great.

My father had a total of 32 concubines in his life, and he gave birth to 27 princes and 49 princesses, but the only two princes born to the queen had the right of first succession: one eldest son, my eldest brother, Niro, and the other was the fourth prince, that is, myself.

Half-siblings are estranged from each other, and brothers of the same mother should have a closer relationship with each other, but in reality it backfired. Because I and my eldest brother have the right of first refusal, we are both the best candidates to become crown prince, and it is actually more complicated, because if I die at the same time as Niro, then the remaining half-siblings may be made crown prince.

However, there was only one emperor, so disputes were inevitable.

The struggle in the palace is terrifying, bloody, cruel, and dehumanizing, which is unimaginable to those outside the high walls. I was born with conspiracy, assassination, and false accusations. Before I reached adulthood at the age of sixteen, I had experienced 317 assassinations, and Nirok had 476 more than I did. Since we were both the queen's sons and daughters, and the queen's brother was in control of the army, the assassinations all ended in danger, but the other half-siblings were not so lucky. Of the 76 siblings including me and Niro, only seven survived to adulthood, and the rest died for various reasons.

I also don't want to be too clear about which of the assassinations I encountered in my childhood came from my half-siblings, and some of which came from my fellow mother, Brother Niro. I only know that I am very tired, and in addition to reading books and learning history, practicing swords and self-defense, I also have to practice guarding against and suspicious of others, but I feel that I am different from other brothers and sisters, because I feel that I still have humanity.

It's all thanks to my lifelong friend: Woody.

I met Woody for the first time when I was five years old. I don't know where Woody came from, and he never mentioned it, except that he was two years older than me, and that he was a noble child of the Empire.

Not only me, but all the princes and princesses in the palace who have reached the age of five and have begun to read and write, will arrange such a child to be Peitong. Every year, the empire selects outstanding boys and girls from all over the country from among the noble children, and conducts rigorous training and tests, and the best of them are selected to be selected into the palace as acolytes, with boys training princes and girls training princesses.

Woody took care of my daily life and food, accompanied me to study and practice swordsmanship, and kept me safe. I still have no way of knowing what kind of rigorous training and trials a child under the age of seven went through to be able to stand out and become a waiter in the palace; I only know that Woody has done everything for me perfectly, and I even know that Woody has been seriously injured to protect me, and has secretly assassinated my brother who had tried to harm me.

Woody is my only confidant, we talk about almost everything, and with Woody, I have a deep sense of what sincerity is. Without Woody, I wouldn't have survived, and without Woody, I would have lost myself in the struggle for power.

For safety reasons, the prince and princess were usually forbidden to leave the palace, but Woody often took me out of the palace and into the market at the risk of being guillotined. The full-text advertising interface of the network is fresh and the first choice for book friends, he let me see the suffering of the people, see the various states of the world, and see that it is impossible to exist in the palace - family affection. It turns out that between brothers and sisters, there is not only assassination and suspicion, but also brotherhood that supports each other.

It is probably impossible for anyone to believe that a prince with gorgeous clothes and food would envy low-status commoners. But this is a fact that there is no doubt about it, at least for me.

I said to Woody, "It's a wonderful world out there, let's leave the palace and not go back." ”

Woody replied, "No, my whole family will be guillotined." ”

I said to Woody again, "Our relationship is closer than brothers, and I will call you brother from now on." ”

Woody thought for a moment and said, "Yes, but only when there is no one else." ”

With this layer of virtual brotherhood, Woody and I have a deeper relationship. The two chased and fought unscrupulously, laughing and scolding, which was the only happy day in that thrilling childhood.

Later, Woody became more and more daring, and he took me out of the palace for longer and longer periods of time, and the places I went further and farther, even leaving the area protected by the tall walls of the imperial capital of Reilman, and going into the countryside, where we chased and practiced swords more freely, or went caving, climbing trees and digging birds' eggs, Smoke the fox, or run into the village, steal some little girl's undressing while she is bathing, sneak a live snake out of a pot in a kitchen, and hide quietly in a place where no one sees it, listening to the screams and screams of the village, while Woody and I are already laughing on our stomachs......

Naturally, there are many adventures. ^——Site-wide Advertisement--Welcome to wèn^^Among these adventures, one of the most important things I encountered when I was 12 years old.

I remember that summer, under the pretext of having a stomachache, I slipped out of the palace class with Woody. We followed the old route, from the palace to the city, and then out into the wilderness, and in the woods where the cicadas were chirping, we were two happy birds, until I stumbled and fell forward.

It hurt so much – it was the only thing I felt at the time. When I got up, I was stunned, even Woody who ran back to me. Because the thing that tripped me over was not a tree root at all, but a person, a man lying on the ground.

He was a strange man, who looked less than 30 years old, but his face was unusually pale, and he was dressed in aristocratic clothes, but he looked as if he had been slashed to pieces with a sword. The man was obviously seriously injured, but his wound was very special, it did not bleed, but white green smoke came out, and there was a "sizzling" sound.

"This person's origin is unknown, let's leave quickly. Woody said to me.

"No, I can't. He's hurt so badly, he's going to die if he's thrown here, and he's going to have to find a way to save him. "I learned a lot from Woody, the most important of which was kindness.

"But it's just the two of us here, how can we save it?" Woody sounded reluctant.

At that moment there was a loud noise in the woods, the neighing of horses, the shouting of reckless men, and the clatter of metal. These voices are so familiar that I hear them every day in the palace. I said to Woody, "Listen, our Imperial army is coming, I'm going to find someone to help." ”

"No!" Woody grabbed me, "If you let anyone know that we were sneaking out to play, it's over." ”

yes, why didn't I think of that? As I hesitated, a hand grabbed my left ankle.

"Can't...... Let these guys ...... Find me...... Hurry up...... Take me ...... Hiding ...... "The one who grabbed my ankle was the strange man lying on the ground, who was weak but not completely unconscious.

Woody and I worked together to drag the weirdo to the treasure cave, which we usually used to store interesting knick-knacks that weren't easy to take back to the palace. Then one of us took a tuft of grass and squatted in front of the hole to disguise ourselves. We were shocked to see that there were at least a thousand men in this army, in addition to cavalry, infantry, and crossbowmen, and a large number of priests, and they were carrying two military flags, one of which I was too familiar to know to me, the flag of my overhaul of the Miró Empire, and the other that I had never seen before, and it was only after joining the army that I learned that it was the flag of the Knights Templar from the Papal Dominion.

The soldiers searched for almost two hours and evacuated as soon as it was getting dark. Then the badly wounded weirdo came out of the cave. His face was obviously much better than before, and his injuries seemed to be fine.

"Who the hell are you? Those soldiers are here for you, right?" Woody shielded me behind me, staring at the strange man with hostility.

The strange man smiled at us and said, "Don't worry, I won't harm you." What's your name, boy?"

"My name is Edward Xiumiro. I didn't think about it before I answered.

"Shut up!" Woody yelled at me angrily.

"Xiumiro, the royal son of this empire? Haha, that's funny. You helped me with this, and along with the name, I'll remember it for a long time. ”

As the strange man spoke, a strange wind suddenly blew, flying sand and rocks, and Woody and I had to close our eyes, and when he finished speaking, the strange wind stopped, and the man disappeared from our eyes, as if he didn't exist at all.

"Where's the people?" I was still naïve looking around.

"You!" Woody grabbed me and reproached him in the same tone as an elder brother teaching a younger brother, "If you tell him your name without knowing the details of the other party, the one who is being hunted down by the army is definitely not a good person, maybe this guy is a robber, or a heinous murderer!"

That's when I realized how strict things were. When I got back to the palace, I didn't sleep well for a few days, for fear that the weirdo was really a bad guy and that he would come back to me. But then this strange person never appeared again, and my life did not change because of it, so I gradually forgot about it.

Little did I know at the time that this event would be the foreshadowing of a complete reversal of my fate in the future.

My name is Edward Xiumiro. This is the story of my childhood.

At 22:48 on April 15, 1687.

The Royal Palace of Hansar City, the capital of the Pole Kingdom.

A man with white hair and a tuxedo is standing in the empty front yard of the palace with his eyes closed.

There will be no soldiers, maids, or servants until dawn tomorrow morning, for it will soon be the setting for the final drama, the winner of the game of death, which will be decided.

The past is just an embellishment of life, and the vampire prince is only remembering, but not nostalgic, only what is in front of him is the truth.

The Bloodclan's extremely keen sense of hearing brought him the hurried footsteps that galloped from afar.

"It's finally here. A subtle smile appeared on the corner of the Bloodsuck Prince's mouth;