Chapter 111 Competition for the Crown Prince
Euphia believed in Ismail’s wine.
I can tell you every colleague who teased me after drinking too much.
Wei Miao: "Migler...is there anything special about this second prince?"
Ismail replied: "Compared to the other two candidates for the throne, , his mother’s family had no background, and she was His Majesty’s personal bodyguard. After giving birth to him... he died.”
The subtext is that he is the product of an accident and has no backers.
The empire has never established a queen. The emperor only has concubines. In addition to managing the country, another important responsibility is to find ways to give birth. Because the royal bloodline is special, only the fire bearer has the ability to give birth.
There are only two princes and one princess in this generation.
In addition to the king in the previous generation, there was also his brother, who became the bearer of the Pale Fire after failing to compete for the throne.
"Pale Fire", a product accidentally obtained from the realm of the sacred tree hundreds of years ago, sacrificed an entire team of fire bearers to bring it back.
The Holy Fire Church has studied it for half a century and only knows that the fire is indestructible and is related to the sacred tree. During this period, eleven major fires broke out in the church, as well as countless minor fires.
It was originally sealed in a square box made of cold iron brought back from the eternal night, but the powerful divine flame repeatedly broke through the seal.
If we just give up, the church is reluctant to part with it. Most people think that this special fire contains the secret of the Tree of Divine Flame.
At this time, the royal family accidentally came into contact with fire. The pale fire can actually be rooted in the bodies of people of the Holy Fire lineage.
Although the bearer endures the pain of being burned by fire, he can gain astonishingly powerful power, comparable to the Son of the Divine Flame.
You must know that not every generation of the Sons of the Divine Flame can continue, and there are too many coincidences in their birth.
After the bearer persists for a certain period of time, the lamp will run out, the body will collapse, and the moment flames will appear from the meridians, it will be the end of life.
This generation of bearers has persisted for twenty years, fought in the realm of eternal night for twenty years, brought back countless essences of eternal night, and now stays in the palace, waiting for the next bearer.
In other words, now is the time when silent competition is most intense.
Among the losers, some will sacrifice everything for the world.
"The prince Migler has never been taken seriously by the dignitaries of the imperial capital, and I have also retreated from everyone's sight. By chance, I came into contact with him."
Ismail He smiled and said: "We met over a glass of wine and met unexpectedly. He said that he just wants to be an idle person now. As for the final result, he doesn't really care. As for whether it is a coincidence or...well, the problem is, every time he comes here, he will Bring a few bottles of good wine, strong liquor, you know...forget it, you don't understand."
"But he is a helpless person and cannot mobilize so many resources. By the way, the royal family. There is another secret. Whoever can find a way to weaken the disaster of the divine flames, His Majesty Pablo, will be the next emperor."
Obviously, Ismail does not think Migler has anything to do with this. Things matter.
Wei Miao looked at this teacher who was extremely unreliable when he touched alcohol. He was speechless and smiled: "Then, does the teacher know...how to save the world?"
"Saving the world?" The topic changed so quickly that Ismail almost flicked his tongue.
“The realm of the divine tree and the land of fire are expanding every year, and the divine flames are encroaching on the world.”
Wei Miao twisted a soft leaf of ashes from her silver hair: “And infinite The ashes are a sign that the world is being destroyed."
Only things burned by the fire will shed pieces of ashes.
"Your point of view... coincides with that of that sage." Ismail laughed and said, "I am just a retired Son of Evernight. If I have a way to save the world, It has already been put into practice.”
"The most studied person in this area is a historian accused of deviance, Bartley Abbott."
Wei Miao: "Can I visit him?" Ismail: " Your arrival cannot be concealed from those who are interested, but you have a special status, superior strength, and are naturally aloof from the world. As long as you don't do anything extraordinary, no one will stop you from visiting a lonely scholar. Of course you have this right. "
"He lives at No. 119 Staika Street, West District."
Wei Miao stood up and said goodbye, bowing slightly to him: "Excuse me, teacher."< br>
"It's too late to be happy when old friends meet." Ismail waved his hand and looked deeply, "Do you want to tell the church about what you said about smearing fire with fire?"
"All things that are beneficial to the world. , I won’t refuse.” Wei Miao smiled.
"You and I are really different, Father..." He hesitated, looking pityful.
Wei Miao thinks that Euphia's current temperament has little to do with the priest.
The power of eternal night has the effect of a tranquilizer, and the coldness suppresses the excited blood. Euphia is made up of her constant calmness and firm belief.
"Take these travel expenses."
Ismail, perhaps feeling a little guilt, gave her a bag of heavy gold coins, and a trace of physical pain flashed across his face.
There is no reason not to accept money if someone stuffs it. Wei Miao smiled and accepted Ismail's savings, and now her pocket was indeed empty.
Wei Miao put on her black robe again, closed her black eye, and walked out of this messy room.
There should be someone nearby keeping an eye on the retired Son of Evernight. She can't cover her tracks, but she can avoid contact with them.
On the streets of the Imperial Capital, Wei Miao stopped a rickshaw: "No. 119 Stika Street, thank you."
Rickshaws are made of light wood, and they can only be seen in big cities. It is a convenient means of transportation for the rich and powerful in the city.
Youphia did not have much of the customs and customs of the imperial capital in her memory, so when the rickshaw stopped, Wei Miao realized that she had arrived.
"35 silver coins, dear lady."
Wei Miao paid the money and looked around.
Staika Street looks like it belongs to the uptown area. The streets are clean and tidy, and elegant gentlemen and well-dressed ladies can be seen everywhere.
Wei Miao looked from room to room and finally found the house number 119.
This is an apartment with a luxurious appearance. The black walls are elegant in color, the iron doors decorated with glass, and the Gothic-style wall lamps on both sides all reflect the social status of the owner of the house.
Also, these days, only those who have enough to eat and drink have the leisure to study history, and only the wealthy class have the opportunity to become scholars.
Wei Miao politely rang the doorbell placed under the eaves.
A clear bell rang from the other end of the room. Soon, an old and powerful voice approached: "Here, who is he?"
Wei Miao said with respect: "A history lover who came here because of his reputation."
"Haha, there are actually scholars in the field of history who are curious about me, an old man."
The self-deprecating words fell and the door opened.
A bright old man stood in front of her, looking at her with bright eyes behind his lenses.
(End of this chapter)