To put it simply, Nazareth's expression was like that of a rich man who came to a street shop and looked at the ordinary-quality goods on the cabinet without any interest.
Next to him, Shadovan was just twirling the golden tube that bound his beard, admiring the cobwebs in the corner of the castle expressionlessly.
As for the few members of the royal family present, they seemed not to understand what Nazaruis said. The tall and thin prince leaned forward and asked hesitantly: "Your Excellency Nazaruis, you... I didn't quite understand what you said. My father is now
Still trapped in Londinium City, please hurry up..."
Nazarui rolled his eyes: "What a bunch of rubbish, pigs are smarter than you... Forget it, it's easier this way."
As soon as he finished speaking, Nazarui waved his hand and two long swords appeared out of thin air and threw them in front of the two princes.
"Aleon III is hopeless. The Senate has no intention of electing a new emperor. I am too lazy to look up your Pendragon family tree. The next emperor will be chosen among you."
Nazareth's tone was full of authority that could not be disobeyed, and he said: "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
The two princes looked at the sword at their feet. Nazareth didn't say what he wanted to do with the sword, but the two princes seemed to understand. They glanced at each other, and then found that the other party had shifted his gaze to the ground.
Long sword.
Almost at the same time, the two princes picked up their swords like crazy and started slashing at each other.
Suddenly, the sound of swords clashing echoed in the castle hall. As princes, they have the best teacher education, whether it is arcane enlightenment or martial arts swordsmanship, from military command to diplomatic knowledge, even if their life style is extravagant and exaggerated, and they are pampered,
This does not prevent these two princes from developing quite impressive personal abilities.
The short and fat prince had a fierce look on his face, and he forced the tall and thin prince away with two powerful swords. Then he quickly recited a spell and swung one hand to bless himself with "the power of the bull". The fat man's body was enlarged, and his shoulders were
His muscles bulged and he swung his sword towards the tall and thin prince to kill him.
Unexpectedly, the tall and thin prince across from him also knew magic. He raised his hand and pointed at the ground, and a large piece of "greasy magic" appeared directly at the feet of the short and fat prince, causing the opponent's feet to slip and roll out like a ball of meat. The tall and thin prince was not polite.
A sharp strike from the sword caused blood to fly instantly.
"You cut me?!" The short, fat prince had rough skin and thick flesh, and his body slipped out of the greasy area. After being struck by the sword, he could still stand up and roared like a wild boar: "Do you really want to be the emperor so much?!"
"You have the nerve to accuse me?!" The tall and thin prince's face was distorted and ferocious, and he clenched his sword: "Who just wanted to kill me like crazy? I didn't see it, you fat guy hasn't had enough practice!"
The pudgy prince heyed, endured the pain of the injury, and nimbly attacked his brother. The two swords clashed, sparks bloomed, and the sword blades left bright red wounds on each other's bodies.
"Is this the result you want?" Shadowan didn't even bother to take a second look at the scene of brothers fighting. He said to Nazaruis: "Even as a puppet, ruling a country does not rely solely on personal bravery. Even if
What’s the point of successfully killing your own brother?”
"I never said that I would let them fight each other." Nazarui showed a smile: "I just gave them two swords. They can choose to take them, or they can choose not to take them. Those who don't take swords
You can choose to surrender, or you can choose to run away. Even if you pick up the sword, you can also commit suicide to help the other party. I am just providing an inducement. Things could have developed in countless ways, but they all chose to kill each other.
It’s just a narrow road.”
"There is no point in playing with people's hearts. If any of them wins, they will not be grateful to you." Chateauvan said.
"Why do I need their gratitude?" Nazarui turned to look at Shadovan: "In other words, why do you think there are only two of them."
The battle in the castle hall ended quickly. The short and fat prince relied on his fierce swordsmanship and strong strength to finally cut open the throat of the tall and thin prince with a sword, and a large amount of hot blood spurted out.
"ah--!!"
The queen let out a scream in the distance, and fell limply to the ground, covering her eyes tightly, not daring to look at this tragic scene again. On the contrary, the tall princess stood motionless, not sure if she was frightened or not.
The pudgy prince ignored these. He had three or four sword wounds on his body at the moment. Fortunately, none of them hit any vital parts. His strong fighting spirit temporarily covered up the pain. His shoulders rose and fell with his breathing, and he looked at his man lying in a pool of blood.
The brother in the middle tried to block his throat wound as if to save himself, but blood couldn't stop pouring out of his fingers. His hard breathing mixed with blood, making a gurgling sound.
After a few breaths, which lasted as long as his entire life, the tall and thin prince's pupils gradually expanded, his breathing finally stopped, and he died on the cold castle ground.
The short and fat prince turned around stiffly, his palms unable to stretch as if they were cramped, and he firmly grasped the hilt of the sword. He swallowed and said, "Your Excellency Nazareth, I want to be the emperor!"
This sentence seemed to exhaust all the courage of the pudgy prince. He raised his head with difficulty and looked directly at the legendary mage, only to see the other person looking at him teasingly.
"You are not the only one who wants to be the emperor."
As soon as Nazareth finished speaking, a long sword penetrated the chest of the short and fat prince.
"How, how is it possible..."
The short, fat prince had a face full of disbelief. He looked down and saw the blood pouring out from the wound, instantly staining his entire shirt red. He turned his head with difficulty and saw the tall princess standing behind him with a nervous and fearful look on her face.
, holding in his hand the long sword that belonged to the tall and thin prince.
"You bitch-!!"
The short and fat prince turned around and struck out with a sword like a wild boar. The tall princess barely dodged it in a panic, and then ran to the corner of the hall like crazy, widening a large distance.
If it were normal, the short and fat prince would be able to catch up with the tall princess immediately if he ran as fast as he could. However, he was stabbed through the heart by a long sword. As soon as he took two steps, a strong feeling of weakness began to take over his body.
"Help, save me!" the pudgy prince shouted: "Your Excellency Nazareth, please help me! I want to be the emperor! I want to be the emperor!!"
But Nazareth stood there, motionless, staring at the dying pudgy prince, looking like a scholar studying an experiment subject that he had dissected.
"You parasites and vampires!" The pudgy prince roared at Nazarui at the end: "I curse you! I curse all of you mages! Your souls will be burned to death by the flames!!"
"I have been to the elemental plane of fire. The specific situation is just like that." Nazarui replied calmly: "If there is a chance in the future, I will learn how to curse first. But it seems that you don't have this chance."
The pudgy prince's eyes fell unwillingly, and darkness swallowed his consciousness.
"When you see any kind of fighting or dispute, you need to be alert to the third party lurking behind it." Nazarui said to Shadovan.
"Is this the lesson you learned from Loyev City?" Shadowan waved his hand, and the arcane blue light spread like ripples, turning the blood on the ground and the corpses of the two princes into specks of light and dust, and it seemed that this place had never disappeared.
There has never been a tragic killing of brothers.
Nazareth did not answer, but looked at the tall princess huddled in the corner and asked: "What is your name?"
The tall princess obviously had not yet broken free from fear. A trace of dissatisfaction flashed across Nazarui's eyebrows, and she glanced at Usetine next to her.
Usetin replied wisely: "Her name is Kayla. She was born to Aleon III and the second queen?"
"The second term?" Nazarui gestured to the queen who was lying limply on the ground in the distance and asked: "Which term is this?"
"The third." Usetin replied: "There are no heirs yet."
"Boring." Nazarui looked at Kayla in the corner again, raised her hand and pointed. The princess who personally attacked her brother was restrained by magical power and floated to Nazarui: "You, starting from today
She is the Emperor...Empress of the Great Londinium Empire."
Princess Kayla seemed to gradually accept this reality. A strange light appeared in her eyes, and she reluctantly calmed down: "Is this true?"
Nazareth asked her to stand down, then took out a crown, a scepter, and an orb out of thin air, and threw them into Princess Kayla's arms.
"I will teleport you to Dreihem right now. The royal palace there has been renovated and it will be your palace directly." Nazarui raised his hand to make a circle, and arcane incantations appeared in the air.
"Drehem? I remember it was a big city in the middle of the empire? Isn't there a rebellion going on nearby?" Princess Kayla asked, holding a bunch of things in her arms.
Nazareth glanced at the princess: "It's okay, I'm not completely ignorant. I have eliminated the large-scale rebellion, and you will handle the small-scale rebellion. When you go to Dreihem
, there will naturally be someone to assist you. I have made arrangements for the corresponding officials and generals."
Princess Kayla blinked and asked: "What about Londinium City?"
"Just treat them as traitors. From today on, you, Queen Kayla, are the orthodoxy of the Great Londinium Empire." Nazareth cast an arcane spell and pointed at Kayla, her figure
Disappeared out of thin air and was transported to a distant place.
"Is this your choice?" Chateauvin asked: "Let the empire be divided into two, and let the Senate and the Empress fight against each other?"
"It is divided into three." Nazarui corrected: "After learning about the coup in the capital, the Imperial Legion in the east believed that the top officials of the empire were seriously corrupt and had abandoned the people in the eastern border areas. They have decided not to obey the orders from the Senate and the
The Emperor's order."
"There is also the restoration of Vanua promoted by Buñeto." Shadovan's expression was far from peaceful: "I didn't expect that it would return to the situation of strife between countries. If Mikosi was still alive, I don't know what would happen.
Thoughts.”
Nazareth said: "The teacher would never force the continuation of the empire, and this is not his ideal."
"Mikosi's ideal is to master the essence of magic through arcane magic, and to allow more people to receive guidance and teaching." Shadovan played with the golden tube: "And you are too addicted to power. Think about it,
How long has it been since the Eye of Mystery gave birth to another legendary mage?”
"Do you think legendary mages are just wild vegetables on the roadside? You can say that they are?" Nazarui looked at Usetin aside: "By the way, your student seems to be about to be promoted, right? Usetin, you haven't told me yet?
Let’s talk about the situation in Londinium in detail.”
Usetin nodded slightly: "The city of Londinium has been closed for several months, and famine and plague have occurred in the city. Although the city has been closed and quarantined, a large number of people in the civilian areas die every day due to hunger and disease..."
"I don't want to hear this nonsense," Nazareth interrupted.
Usetin thought quickly and immediately understood what Nazarui meant: "Before I left, the Senate held several discussions, and they unanimously passed a motion to weaken the emperor's power. Aleon III himself also agreed... But
Obviously, he is controlled by some powerful magic."
Nazareth asked: "Who is really controlling this?"
"I didn't see the specific controller." Usetin said: "But I can feel an extremely strong and ancient malice. But the method of controlling the Senate and the Emperor is somewhat like... blood magic."
Nazareth narrowed his eyes: "Blood magic? That, that...Comosius? I remember Verray mentioned him. He was originally the bishop of the mission academy, but he died in New Camelot City."
Usetin did not speak. Nazarui glanced at him, and then said to Shadovan: "You are a very good student, so the queen rewarded him."
After saying this, Nazareth teleported away in a flash.
The castle hall was quiet for a while, and then Usetin breathed a sigh of relief. Shadovan gently tapped the golden tube tied with his beard, and the teacher and student seemed to have entered a certain dimensional space that was isolated from the outside world.
"You were deceived. I was not the one who summoned you to rescue the royal family members." Shadovan's first words frightened Usetin so much that he broke into a cold sweat.
"Is Nazarui pretending to be? That is the secret communication spell between me and you, teacher!" Usetin was a little panicked. You must know that the person who invented the communication crystal tower technology is the "Arcane Catalog" Shadowan in front of him.
Ah! The secret communications he designed himself have been successfully cracked. How far has Nazarui's arcane attainments reached?!
"He can deceive you, but he can't deceive me." Shadovan said: "And I also noticed his little moves, so I followed him personally and watched him deal with the subsequent matters."
"Teacher, there is one more thing I haven't told him." Usetin did not open his mouth, but used an undisclosed magic skill to summarize a series of situations such as Sodi Fen, Esmeadow, and the special summoning ceremony.
The completed information package is passed to Shadovan.
The complex information package went through Shadovan's mind before he completely grasped it. He said: "You are playing with fire, and you are still doing this without telling me."
Usetin said helplessly: "In case Nazarui notices it, teacher, just kick me away. Didn't Hesseken also kick Verray away? In the current situation of the Mysterious Eye, let that
Go fight Nazareth, an ancient evil."
"Self-righteous." Shadowan rubbed the golden tube, and the fine incantations on it were faintly glowing. Usetin felt that he was bound by powerful magic, and seemed to be involved in another world.
"Teacher, what are you doing?" Usetin asked.
"Before you advance to the legendary level, go to the 'Recording Tower' and read a book for me." Shadowan moved his fingers, and Usetin disappeared in a blue light, leaving the last sentence: