"died?"

Earl Luther looked shocked. Yesterday he had a fight with Earl Terry, and today he was dead?!

Needless to say, the third prince must have sent someone to do it behind the scenes.

Thinking that the third prince could eliminate his enemies so quickly, Earl Luther suddenly felt a chill running down his spine. He was thankful that he supported the third prince's side.

Now that the leader of the eldest prince's faction, Earl Terry, is dead, those vacillating followers will definitely fall to the third prince.

In this way, there will be no obstacles for the third prince to become the new king.

"Congratulations... Oh, no! It's His Majesty the King." Earl Luther congratulated him in advance with a flattering smile.

White enjoyed hearing others address him as Your Majesty.

The next thing to consider is how to deal with the eldest prince who is in the Crimson Sand Fortress and does not know what is happening in the royal capital? Based on the eldest prince's character, he will never admit that the third prince is the next king.

After thinking for a while, Earl Luther said: "Your Majesty, I have a plan to get rid of the troublesome eldest prince."

"Then tell me."

"Due to the heavy snow and road closures, the news is not well-informed. We can ask someone to imitate Earl Terry's handwriting and send a letter to Red Sand Fortress to inform the eldest prince that the late king has passed away and ask him to come back quickly to fight for the throne."

At this point, Earl Luther's expression suddenly turned sinister: "Then, we set up an ambush on the way back to the royal capital and launched a sneak attack in the wild to execute the eldest prince to avoid future troubles."

White said nothing and continued to listen.

"As soon as the eldest prince dies, you will be the only heir to the throne, and nobles from all over the world will only recognize you as the new king."

"Your method is indeed sound." White commented.

"Then I'll do it now. Please allow me to resign."

After hearing this, Earl Luther thought that the third prince agreed with his plan and planned to take over the job himself to gain trust.

"Wait a moment."

As soon as Count Luther's buttocks left his seat, he was stopped by White.

"I didn't say do it your way."

After being stunned for a moment, Earl Luther sat back and asked, "Does your Majesty have a better way?"

"I plan to write a letter in person to inform the eldest brother of my father's death from illness and the will, and ask him to come back after the snow melts." White said slowly, "If he can fully comply with the instructions, I will make him a duke and give him the title of Duke.

The land in the fortress was entrusted to him."

"Absolutely not! Your Majesty."

Earl Luther suddenly became anxious. Why did the third prince want to use this method to convince the eldest prince? He didn't look like a ruthless person who dared to secretly kill Earl Terry.

"The eldest prince will definitely not recognize you as the legitimate heir to the throne. He will definitely contact the nobles who support him and assemble an army to rebel against you."

"Huh huh huh." White sneered.

Of course he knew everything Earl Luther could think of.

"I deliberately let him attack me. In this way, I can behead him for treason openly."

"It's also a matter of killing the eldest prince. Isn't it good to use my strategy? Your Majesty." Earl Luther was puzzled.

"Brother Wang was attacked and died on his way back to the royal capital. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it was me who killed him."

"Isn't it normal for something like this to happen in a fight for the throne?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Earl Luther suddenly thought of a possibility. Does the third prince care about his reputation?

The third prince has been smart since he was a child and is much better than the eldest prince who likes to practice martial arts all day long. Although there are some romantic rumors, these are harmless and can actually gain a lot of points in the aristocratic circle. After all, the aristocrats also like to play with women in private.

Take Earl Luther himself as an example. He likes to play with young girls, especially the high-end goods that the underground black organization in the royal capital got from nowhere. It’s really great!

Worried that he had guessed wrong, Earl Luther asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, don't you want to bear the bad reputation of killing your brother to seize the throne?"

"Yes, I don't want to bear such a name."

In fact, White did not have this idea, but he still followed the trend.

"What's more, I have a way to defeat the eldest prince on the frontal battlefield, and at the same time, I can also shock the nobles everywhere and let them understand that the new king is not something to be trifled with."

"Oh?" Earl Luther suddenly became interested, "Your Majesty, do you have any good ideas?"

"Come closer." White hooked his fingers.

Earl Luther leaned forward and put his ear to him, and White said a few words in his ear.

After listening, Earl Luther showed a look of realization on his face, which then turned into a treacherous smile.

"In that case, then follow your Majesty's wishes."

After learning of White's plan, Earl Luther withdrew happily.

Picking up the teacup on the table, White took a sip of tea and narrowed his eyes slightly.

There was another important reason why he did this without telling Count Luther, and that was to test the reaction of nobles everywhere.

As long as there are nobles who are inclined to take refuge with the eldest prince, White will clean them up one by one after defeating the eldest prince.

As I said before, this is his nature, he doesn't trust anyone.

Since those nobles have chosen to take refuge with the eldest prince, White does not need to be polite to them. He should get rid of them all and promote the nobles who are loyal to him.

In this way, he can ensure that most of the nobles are loyal to him, and then firmly control the entire kingdom in his hands.

Everything was under his control. This feeling was so wonderful that White couldn't help but become intoxicated.

…

Now, two-thirds of the winter has passed, and the battle in Red Sand Fortress is getting more and more intense.

The last large-scale attack by undead monsters had reached 5,000, and humans could only use the city walls to carry out arduous defensive battles.

It was at this time that Legovis had just learned the news from the royal capital.

The room of the great prince.

Legovis clenched his right hand into a fist and slammed it on the table. With a bang, some things on it fell over.

"My father died of illness? He made a will naming White as the next king? He also asked me to go back and receive the title after the snow melts. What a joke!"

There were blue veins popping out on his forehead, which showed how angry Legovis was.

It was only now that he realized the seriousness of the problem. No wonder Earl Terry was rushing to urge him to go back. What an oversight! He always thought that his father just had a minor illness and that Earl Terry was making a fuss out of a molehill.

Throwing the letter into the fireplace nearby, the parchment was quickly ignited under the high temperature of the hot magic stone and burned to ashes, exuding a burning smell.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Legovis forced himself to think calmly. Although he didn't like it, it had to be this way.

The sender of the letter this time turned out to be White himself. His father died of illness more than a month ago, so the letter was delivered so late, which must have been intentional by White.

With such a major event happening, why didn't Earl Terry send someone to deliver an urgent letter? Did he fail to stop White? Or has he been poisoned by White?

If this is the case, Junhui City should have fallen into White's control, and it would be unwise to rush back to the king.

At this point, Legovis can no longer stay in the Red Sand Fortress and must contact nobles from various places who support him.

So he immediately stood up from his seat and left the room.

On the way, Legovis happened to meet Yafen who was about to go back.

"Eh? Your Highness, where are you going?" Yafen asked in surprise.

"The residence of Knight Commander Benjel!"

Without stopping at all, Legovis continued to walk hurriedly towards Hughes' home.

Unable to help thinking, Yafen followed closely, but was rejected by Legovis.

"Yafen, you don't have to come with me. What happens next has nothing to do with you Templars."

"Eh?"

After being drunk by the eldest prince, Yafen froze on the spot, scratching the back of his head with his hand, not knowing what to do?

Since the visitor was the eldest prince, the gatekeepers did not dare to stand up and stop him, which allowed Legovis to easily break into Hughes's house.

As soon as he entered the hall, Legovis shouted: "Knight Captain Benjel! I have something to ask you, come out quickly!"

"Your Highness, you are the prince of this kingdom. Please pay attention to your image and etiquette."

Following the notification from his retinue, Hughes hurried over.

"Knight Commander Benjier, do you know the news that my father passed away due to illness?"

"what did you say?"

Upon hearing the news, Hughes was first shocked, and then said sadly: "I am deeply saddened by the death of His Majesty."

"Not only that, my father also made a will to designate White as the next king. There is definitely something wrong here! It must be White's trick!"

As soon as White was mentioned, Legovis gritted his teeth in anger and wished he could go back and pull him off the throne right away.

Facing the angry eldest prince, Hughes remained calm.

"So, Your Highness, what are your plans next? Are you going to return to the capital to fight for the throne?"
To be continued...