Chapter 256 109. Civil strife
Vitalig slapped the letter in front of Asimov:
"The Rat Man is heading north, we have to do something!"
>The skinny palm in the exquisite mage's robe picked up the letter. The vicissitudes of the old mage flipped through the pages and smiled: "The smell of mastery of common language... Vitalig, this young king of the north, like you, doesn't like to learn."
"The southern kingdoms What is the country doing? They allow dirty rat men to set foot on human territory!"
"You are a prince, not a crown prince or a king." Asimov folded the letter paper again along the crease. "We have no right to participate in politics. Whether to do anything and how to do it must be decided by the prince."
"Clo? What else can he do besides playing with women!" Vitalig paced back and forth on the tower anxiously: "I can't sit back and ignore... The kings of the north stationed in the north are all worried about the capital. , but we did nothing... He was not reminding us, but questioning us. They stationed in the north for us, but they were betrayed by a group of extravagant nobles behind their backs!"
"Forget it if you don't help! , I’m going to find someone else!”
Vitalig got the letter back and thought he had found the wrong person. Not long after, a carriage bearing the royal emblem drove out of the castle and drove into the royal city without any obstruction.
In front of the Imperial Guards' residence, Vitalig jumped off the carriage and rushed into the official residence's office.
"Uncle, look at this!"
"Vitalig..." the easy-going middle-aged man sitting behind the table said helplessly: "A qualified and well-versed member of the royal family is so impatient..."< br>
“You are more anxious than me after reading it!” Vitalig pushed the letter in front of the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man quietly read the content on the paper and looked at Vitalig with a deep look: "What do you want to do?"
"Let the kingdom work together to fight against the rat men! ”
"You know the character of my nephew, your brother...he won't do anything until he solves his competitors."
Vitalig's fists clenched and relaxed: "If I Are you willing to give up the throne? "
"You shouldn't think so, Vitalig, you shouldn't give up your rights to others." The guard of the Kingdom of Ruikan, Vitalig's. The uncle whispered:
"If they don't give it to you, then go get it with your own hands..."
...
In the palace of the royal city, the acting king, the eldest prince, was leaning on the throne studded with gems, listening boredly to the quarrels of his ministers.
The elves abandoned the Elf Pass in the south, and the ratmen were defeated; the dwarves abandoned the Black Iron Mountains in the south, and the ratmen marched straight in; the entire Violet Kingdom fell, and the guards escorted the remaining royal family to flee to the East to the Principality of Keating. .
It’s so dangerous, so troublesome, so... boring.
Only when an uninvited guest broke into the palace, the eldest prince opened his eyes slightly.
"My brother..."
Vitalig straightened his chest and glanced disdainfully at the frightened and uneasy nobles in the hall. Two captains of the Praetorian Guard stood behind him, giving him courage.
"You messed up..."
The emotion called calmness made Vitalig's mind so clear as never before: "The Rat Man clan is heading north, only one step away from the border. , and you are still fighting for the throne, power, and wealth!"
"What do you want to say? What do you want to do?" asked the guard standing at the front of the palace.
“The King in the North told me that the Skaven going south are an entire clan of Skaven, not a group of Skaven.”
"You're lying!" the fat prince said in horror.
“This group of rat-men crossed the Strait of Obiris, from south to north, and the entire Violet Kingdom fell. Everyone in the country and city-states along the way was in danger. Do you actually think that they are just a group of rat-men?”
< br>The tall and thin Earl next to him said: "I think Frey means...the King of the North is lying."
"Lying? My Aunt Winter praised him personally. "...You're talking about a boy from the Reeves family?" Miles Bernard of the Bernard family, one of the twelve kings of the North, said in surprise, interrupted by a scream next to him: br>
"Vitalig! You are having an affair with a nobleman! What do you want to do!"
"Having an affair with a nobleman? From today on, it is no longer the case."
Vitalig stepped toward He stepped forward unswervingly, and when he was about to step onto the steps, the cold sword edge was pressed against his neck - two long spears blocked the path in front of Vitalig, leaving a trail of blood.
The eldest prince on the throne lowered his eyes lazily: "You finally can't bear it anymore, my brother..."
Vitalig ignored the eldest prince and also Not paying attention to the guards, he looked at the guards in disbelief: "Uncle..."
"I'm sorry, His Highness the Second Prince, I can't sit back and watch your treasonous behavior bring shame to the Montreal Golden Family." The silent guard officer said.
The eldest prince left the throne and walked down the steps step by step.
"My despicable brother... do you know what the consequences will be?" Vitalig looked at him coldly as he walked up to him.
"The consequence is...the second prince Vitalig rebelled and caused turmoil."
"You are wrong." Vitalig stared at him with hatred: "It was the Montreal family who The Northern Territory is removed from the list, and the orthodoxy belongs to the Tatooine Empire..."
"It's you who are wrong, my stupid brother..." The eldest prince whispered in Vitalig's ear: "Do you really think that the rat clan will go north without reason..."
< br>The pale golden pupils shrank and trembled.
"You..."
Vitalig's shock was swallowed up by the black blood pouring out of his throat, and he staggered down. His young body was stooped in pain and twitched several times. After falling, the life is completely lost.
“The second prince Vitalig colluded with the rat people and nobles, failed in his rebellion, and committed suicide by taking poison... Considering that he is my brother and a member of the Montreal family... he just killed his subordinates, Confiscate all his property..." The eldest prince sighed and said: "Oh, and the King of the North who gave advice to the rebels, bring him back and bury him with my brother."
The tired eldest prince turned around and returned to the throne, continuing to lazily and boringly look down at the living beings in the palace.
......
The march formed by crying and chaos is spreading towards the castle.
On the high tower, the young girl lying in front of the window looks anxiously at Axi Mov: "Teacher... what should we do..."
Asimov handed a wooden box to the girl: "Go to the north... to find the King of the North, His Highness Vitalig. You have helped him, and disasters have arisen because of his faith... Let him protect you."
"What about you?"
"They will let you go if I stay." Asimov tapped the table, and the radiance of magic enveloped the girl. "Keep the wooden box, it is the key to getting everything back on track."
After a flash of magic, the girl disappeared from the tower room.
Bang——
At this time, the original wooden door was knocked open, and armored guards appeared in front of the door.
"Mr. Asimov, the epic mage and director of the Great Library, we have ordered you to be arrested on behalf of the king."
"Kill you." He said.
(End of this chapter)