Vitalig slapped the letter in front of Asimov:

"The rat people are heading north, we have to do something!"

The withered palm in the delicate mage's robe picked up the letterhead. The old mage looked at it and smiled: "The taste of lingua franca mastery...... Vitalig, the young king of the North, like you, doesn't like to study. ”

"What are the countries of the South doing? They let the filthy nezumi set foot on human territory!? ”

"You are a prince, not a crown prince and a king." Asimov refolded the letter along the crease, "We don't have the right to participate in politics, and it is up to the eldest prince to decide whether to do it or not. ”

"Chloe? What else could he do but play with women! Vitalig paced back and forth on the tower urgently: "I can't sit idly by...... The kings of the north stationed in the north are worried about the king, but we have done nothing...... He's not reminding, he's questioning us. They were stationed in the north for us, only to be betrayed by a group of extravagant nobles behind their backs! ”

"If you don't help, I'll go find someone else!"

Vitalig took the letter back, thinking he had found the wrong person. Not long after, a carriage bearing the royal insignia drove out of the castle and into the royal city without any hindrance.

In front of the Praetorian Guard's residence, Vitalig jumped out of the carriage and stormed into the residence's office.

"Uncle, look at this!"

"Vitalig ......" said helplessly, the easy-going middle-aged man sitting behind the table, "A qualified and well-known member of the royal family is so impatient......"

"You're more anxious than me after reading it!" Vitalig pushed the letter in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man quietly finished reading the contents of the paper, and looked at Vitalig with a deep gaze: "What do you want to do?" ”

"Let the kingdom unite against the nezumi!"

"You know the character of that nephew of mine, your brother...... He won't do anything until he gets rid of his competitors. ”

Vitalig's fists clenched and relaxed: "What if I'm willing to give up the throne?" ”

"Give up? You shouldn't think that, Vitalig, you shouldn't give up your power to anyone else. The Janissary of the Kingdom of Rikan, the uncle of Vitalig, whispered:

"They won't give it to you, so go get it yourself......"

……

In the palace of the royal city, the acting king and the eldest prince reclined on a throne encrusted with jewels, listening boredly to the quarrels of his courtiers.

The elves gave up the southern elf pass, and the nezumi broke themselves; The dwarves abandoned the Black Iron Mountains in the south, and the nezumi drove straight in; The entire Violet Kingdom fell, and the guards escorted the last remaining royal family to the Keating Duchy to the east.

It's dangerous, it's troublesome, it's ...... Boring.

It was only when an uninvited guest broke into the palace that the eldest prince opened his eyes slightly.

"My brother ......"

Vitalig straightened his chest and glanced disdainfully at the terrified, restless nobles in the main hall. Two Praetorian Guard captains stood behind him, giving him courage.

"You guys messed up ......"

Vitalig's mind had never been clearer than ever before: "The Nezumi Clan is heading north, just one step away from the frontier, and you are still fighting for the throne, power, and wealth!" ”

"What do you want to say? Vitalig. What do you want to do? The Praetorian Guard, who was standing at the front of the palace, asked.

"The King of the North told me that the Nezumi to the south are an entire Nezumi clan, not a group of Nezumen."

"You're lying!" The fat prince said in horror.

"This group of nezumi crossed the Obiris Strait, from south to north, the entire territory of the Violet Kingdom fell, and everyone in the countries and city-states along the way was in danger, you actually think they are just a group of nezumen?"

The tall and thin earl next to him said, "I think Frey means ...... The king of the north is lying. ”

"Lying? My Aunt Winter had praised him personally. ”

“…… You're talking about the boys of the Reeves family? One of the Twelve Kings of the North, Milles Bernard of the Bernard family, was surprised, interrupted by a scream from the side:

"Vitalig! You're fornicating with the aristocracy! What do you want to do! ”

"Fornication nobles? Not anymore from today. ”

Vitalig stepped forward, unwavering, and as he was about to step up the steps, the cold blade of his sword pressed against his neck—two spears blocking Vitalig's path, leaving a trail of blood.

The eldest prince on the throne lowered his eyes lazily: "You finally can't help it, my brother ......"

Vitalig ignored the Grand Prince and didn't care about the Janissaries, he looked at the Praetorian Guard incredulously: "Uncle......"

"I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness the Second Prince, I can't sit idly by and watch your treacherous actions bring shame on the Montreal Golden Family." The silent Praetorian Guard spoke.

The eldest prince left the throne and stepped down the stairs step by step.

"My despicable brother...... Do you know what the consequences are? Vitalig watched coldly as he walked in front of him.

"The consequences are ...... The second prince, Vitalig, rebelled and caused unrest. ”

"You're wrong." Vitalig stared at him with hatred: "It was the Montreal family who was removed from the North, and the orthodox return to the Tatunn Empire......"

"It's you who is wrong, my stupid brother......" The eldest prince whispered in Vitalig's ear, "Do you really think that the nezumi clan will go north for no reason......

The pale golden pupils constricted and vibrate.

"You...... Boom......"

Vitalig's shock was swallowed by the black blood gushing from his throat, and he staggered and fell, his young body slumping in pain, and after a few convulsions, he was completely dead.

"The second prince Vitalig colluded with the rat people and nobles, failed in his rebellion, and committed suicide by poisoning...... For my sake, he's my brother, a member of the Montreal family...... Just kill his men and confiscate all his possessions," said the eldest prince with a sigh...... "Oh, and the king of the north, who advised the rebels, bring him back and bury my brother." ”

The tired prince turned back to his throne and continued to look down at the palace in a lazy and boring manner.

……

The march of cries and chaos is spreading towards the castle,

On the top of the tower, the young girl lying in front of the window looked anxiously at Asimov: "Teacher...... What should we do......"

Asimov handed a wooden box to the girl: "Go to the north...... Looking for the king of the north, His Highness Vitalig helped him, and the calamity was caused by his faith...... Let him shelter you. ”

"What about you?"

"I'm going to stay before they let you go." Asimov tapped on the table, and the glow of magic enveloped the girl. "Keeping the wooden box is the key to getting everything back on track."

After a flash of magic, the girl disappeared into the tower room.

Bang –

At this time, the log door was smashed open, and the Janissaries in armor appeared in front of the door.

"Epic Mage, Mr. Asimov, Director of the Great Library, we have been ordered by the King to arrest you."

"Kill you." He said.

(End of chapter)