Dasaro, the capital of the Zendalar Empire

At the end of today's "political deliberations", the prophet Zur, who was in charge of the Zanshuli Council, politely bid farewell to Princess Tarangi, who was regent on behalf of his father.

Seeing the aging Zuerju strolling away, the young Zandalar princess Tarangi's eyes flashed with inexplicability.

To this day, although the daily political deliberations are still the same, it is basically Zur to inform him of what he plans to do next, and what he has learned in the near future.

For Tarangi, it was not so much a matter of political deliberation as it was the opportunity of Zur to teach her how to rule the ancient empire as the king of Zandalara.

And it has to be said that Zur's teachings can be regarded as wholehearted and unselfish.

This unexpected realization made Tarangi, who had always thought that Zur and his father were in trouble, feel a little complicated.

"Woking."

Faced with Tarangi's somewhat trance-like call, Woking, who was observing the meeting as an international student, hurriedly stepped out.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, I'm here, please command."

Tarangi shook his head: "Don't be so restrained, now you are the crown prince of the Gulabash Empire, and theoretically, our identities are equal." ”

Wojin still humbly bowed his head and corrected: "Your Royal Highness Princess, please be careful, Gulabash is only one of the three feudal princes who honor the Zandala Empire, and Wojin can't afford to be favored by His Highness." ”

"Heh~"

Tarangi, who has been smart since he was a child, pulled the corners of his mouth with a smile: "Okay, it's just the two of us here, so we don't have to act so realistically." ”

"You and I both know very well that after 10,000 years of separation and mutual development, Zandalar has only nominal jurisdiction over the three major feudal empires, and it has long been regarded as a parting of ways."

After using the corner of his eye to make sure that there were no people nearby, Woking's attitude relaxed a little.

"I can't say that, no matter how times change, Zandalar is still nominally our suzerain, and basic etiquette still needs to be observed."

About 2 months ago, with the help of the Zandalar Emissary, the Jungle Troll Alliance, led by the Darkspear Clan, successfully banished the Blood God Haka, who had been summoned by the Gulabash Clan.

Appointed by his father, Tarangi, who wielded royal power, the long-awaited Darkspear Clan replaced the Gulabash Clan, who had almost committed a heinous crime, as the new leader of the Jungle Trolls.

Over the years, under the slick wrists of Senjin Enwei, almost all of the jungle trolls who were once scattered like sand have been united under the command of the Darkspear Clan.

As the two clans of Skull and Bloodtop finally recognized the situation and relented, the Dark Spear Clan finally had no enemies in the Valley of Thorns and became the undisputed new suzerains of the Gulabash Empire.

Unfortunately, in the final battle of the exile of Haka, the lord of Gulabash, Mandokir, and the sorcerer Jindu took advantage of the chaos to escape.

After the war, Senkin arranged a large number of people to search, but he never found their traces, which can be regarded as leaving some hidden dangers.

In any case, the Valley of Thorns, which has been in turmoil for many years, has finally ushered in the long-lost peace.

After officially settling in Zur Grab, the capital of Gulabash, Senkin, who had long been ready to govern, arranged various affairs in an orderly manner, and reasonably distributed power according to the contribution of each clan in this civil war.

After confirming that Haka had been resealed, Tarangi accepted Woking's request to study abroad and took him back to Zendara Island on Loapakul, the pterodactyl.

Due to the soul binding of the god-kings of the Zandalar Empire to the kings of Loalaizan, the lifespan of the god-kings of the past generations was far higher than that of ordinary trolls.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the fertility of the god-king is more similar to that of the immortal species.

Tarangi was the only blood born to Rastaha's fifteenth wife.

Because of this, Rastaha was very fond of his wife, who had given birth to offspring for him, and was depressed for a long time after her tragic death.

Tarangi's age is about the same as Woking's, and as a noble descendant of the god king, Tarangi is always separated from his peers by a thick layer of class barriers.

Originally, Tarangi thought that Wojin would also be respectful in front of him, but after a period of contact, Tarangi unexpectedly found out...... The new crown prince of the Gulabash Empire is not "honest".

Tarangi's assessment is not derogatory, on the contrary, she is happy to see Woking's "transgression" attitude towards her.

Growing up, in addition to his father Rastaha, Tarangi could only hear undisguised and true evaluations in Woking's mouth.

To this end, Tarangi made an unprecedented request to Rastaha to transfer Woking, who had come to study abroad, to his side as a close attendant, so that he could be qualified to observe the affairs of Zandalara.

Of course, it was only an observer, and Woking had no say in the daily political deliberations.

"Woking, you say...... What the hell does Zur think? ”

On the way back to the palace with Woking, Tarangi asked with a somewhat tangled expression: "I thought that Zur had repeatedly contradicted his father in order to restrict the rights of the God King, but now it seems that ...... That doesn't seem to be the case? ”

Zendala's palace was originally one of the three seals used to imprison Gohorn, and is an ornate-looking pyramid.

Since Rastaha gradually withdrew from the center of power in Zandalara, Tarangi, with his father's acquiescence, replaced all the maids in the palace with his henchmen.

Here, Woking has no scruples about influence in front of outsiders, and Tarangi allows him to speak freely.

"Well...... this"

Since he was a child, Woking has followed and assisted his father Senjin in managing the affairs of the clan together, and his experience in general affairs and his control of people's hearts are far above the young and knowledgeable Tarangi.

"To put it simply, the relationship between the prophet Zur and the god-king Rastaha is not a pure power struggle, but a majority of the ideological conflict."

"No matter how much they disagree with each other, at least when it comes to strengthening the Zandalar Empire, their positions are aligned."

Wojin touched the fangs protruding from his lips thoughtfully: "Judging from the fact that Zur did not go all out to suppress the royal power, and even took the initiative to teach you, he does not want to decline in Zandalar because of the decadence of the God King, but hopes that you can shoulder this heavy responsibility as soon as possible." ”

"Of course, there must be reasons why your political stance is closer to that of Zur."

"In Zur's opinion, it may be more helpful for Zendalar to raise you to the throne than for His Majesty the God-King to reinvigorate himself."

"Really......"

At an angle that Woking didn't notice, a strange look flashed in Tarangi's eyes.

"You're not done with your study today, are you? You go get busy first, and let me be alone for a while. ”

Woking's brow furrowed slightly, and he instinctively sensed that Tarangi seemed to have another purpose.

However, Woking did not stay uninterestingly and continued to pester, he waved his hand to Tarangi and strode out of the palace.

Remaining silent in the hall for a few moments, Tarangi got up again, surrounded by the maids, and went to the door of the main hall of the harem where Rastaha was "recuperating".

As soon as she reached the door, Tarangi's brow furrowed tightly, and she smelled a very strong smell of alcohol.

"Hey~"

Waving off all the maids, Tarangi sighed and walked into the hall.

Rastaha sat on the edge of the bed with no seated statue, and the floor was filled with empty and full bottles.

But unlike the decadence imagined by outsiders, Rastaha's eyes were still clear, and he watched with interest as his daughter strolled to him.

Tarangi asked with a somewhat tangled expression, "Father, are you okay?" ”

"Hehe~" Rastaha chuckled and asked rhetorically, "Others don't know, don't you know?" ”

Tarangi smiled wryly and sat down cross-legged in front of Rastaha: "Father, I don't understand, since you haven't really collapsed, why ......"

Rastaha smiled and patted her daughter on the shoulder: "Because today's Zandala doesn't need two voices, compared to my toughness, the ruined Zandala needs Zur with a relatively moderate ruling philosophy." ”

"Of course, in my opinion...... Even in Zur's own opinion, the mildness he represents is not enough, so we will tacitly cultivate you inside and outside. ”

"My daughter, you are the leader that Zandalar needs most in the context of the current times."

"I ......"

Without waiting for Tarangi, who was not confident, to ask again, Rastaha looked up at the outside of the palace: "Is your communication with Laizan still going well?" What does he say about you? ”

"This ......"

Tarangi shook his head bitterly, "Laizan thinks I'm too weak to withstand his too much power. ”

"Heh~ It's just an excuse."

Rastaha sneered and debunked Laizan's true intentions: "He's just using this reason to satirize your Huairou governing philosophy." ”

"Razan is indeed a worthy king, Loa, and it is under his watch that Zandalar has risen to the top."

"But...... This is no longer the case. ”

An inexplicable look flashed in Rastaha's eyes: "The biggest problem with Laizan is that his temper is too upright and he doesn't know how to be flexible. ”

"If Zandalar is still strong, it is fitting that he is the king of Loa, who is full of momentum, but ...... Now we need to think about it a little more. ”

Rastaha was silent for a moment before speaking again: "Daughter, you have recently found an excuse to visit Nazmir and go to the Hades Palace to ask Bangsandy on my behalf. ”

Tarangi couldn't fully comprehend Rastaha's intentions, but she instinctively sensed what was going on in the other party's mind.

"Father, do you want to ......?"

Rastaha looked at Tarangi, who looked suspicious, with deep eyes: "Go ahead, everything is not settled yet, let's see what Bonsandy's old slippery head has to say." ”