LOL: I am a bad prince in Demacia.

night.

Royal Capital Prison.

"Bang bang bang", the sound of the iron door in the cell being opened was heard, followed by a person's voice.

"This is your dinner today."

The guard placed a simple meal on the ground casually, closed the iron door again, and left the cell.

Silas looked at the dinner in front of him, three pieces of black bread, a bowl of thick porridge, and an apple.

The quality of dinner seems to have gotten better lately.

In the past, it was usually one or two pieces of black bread and light porridge, and sometimes there was no dinner at all.

I don’t know why, but it doesn’t matter.

It's always good to eat more.

Silas stood up and walked towards dinner, dragging his body tired from the day.

The light in the cell was dim, with only a burning torch hanging on the wall at the other end flickering.

This torch can only burn for one hour at most, and will go out after one hour, and the entire cell will fall into deathly darkness.

Silas had been through days like this for a long time.

He bit into the hard black bread with an expressionless face, experiencing the feeling of swallowing food. The only sound in the cage was Silas's chewing food.

"Sa~"

Suddenly, a soft sound came out clearly.

Silas, who thought it was a mouse at first, didn't notice it until he inadvertently glanced away and suddenly caught something.

I looked at it again unsurely and found something strange.

Then, he finished the food quickly, put the tableware outside the cage, then stood up and walked towards the wall in the corner.

The light here is even darker, but something can be vaguely seen.

Silas raised his hand, and with the sound of the chain shaking, he pushed the dust away from the wall.

Immediately afterwards, "swishing" sounds were heard one after another, and more and more wall plaster fell, revealing several perfectly fitting wall tiles.

But upon closer inspection, you can see that there is something obviously wrong with these wall tiles.

Thanks to the prince, Silas now even understands architecture and knows how to build a good house.

After such a long time, the small library outside has been half-built.

Therefore, Silas could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with these wall tiles.

It's like there are hidden compartments.

Silas fumbled for a while, and as time passed by, there was a sudden "click" and a slight shaking sound from a wall tile.

There must be some space here, at least it doesn't look like a perfect fit.

After realizing this, Silas looked around, picked up a weed in the cell, and carefully ground and flattened it.

Then he tried to squeeze the weeds into the gap, and he did it easily.

After stuffing the weeds all the way to the inside, as if filling all the gaps inside, Silas pulled out the weeds.

This was repeated several times, and finally the wall bricks gradually detached from the wall due to the friction of the weeds.

After a lot of effort, the brick was finally pulled out of the wall.

A hidden space inside was revealed. The space was not large and could only accommodate a few things, so it was not difficult to see a few yellowed papers in it.

Silas's eyes flickered, and he reached out to take out the papers. Then he looked up and saw many paragraphs of text and patterns.

The text is a bit old and does not look like modern times, and the drawings are a bit messy. It is not clear what the drawings are.

It should be written with something like carbon or wall plaster.

Silas, who had read a lot of books some time ago, could still recognize these words.

"This is."

Silas stood up, walked to a brighter place, and checked the contents on the paper.

"I have been locked up here for more than forty years. Feeling the loss of vitality in my body, I know that I am afraid I will never see the light of day again. Maybe I shouldn't have studied it in the first place, let alone wanted to make the truth public. "

"I paid the price and spent the rest of my life in this dark dungeon."

"Before I died, I didn't want to take this secret away with me. So I tried my best to keep it. I hope that future generations of compatriots can find inspiration from it and get rid of the shackles."

Silas' eyes moved from the lines of text, and he soon realized that this was something written by the mage who was previously locked in this dungeon, and the time should be more than two hundred years ago.

And what he wanted to talk about was clearly the Forbidden Demon Stone.

That is, what is now worn on Silas's wrist, sealing all his talents for fifteen years.

Silas was very curious about this, so he took advantage of the limited time and quickly read through it.

Half an hour later, the torch suddenly went out, and the entire cell suddenly fell into darkness.

However, Silas's eyes were particularly shining at this moment.

He was shocked at what he had just learned.

He lowered his head. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel the weight of the forbidden magic stone on his wrist.

“Is this really the case?”

Silas murmured to himself, his heart still surging with waves.

The real function of the forbidden magic stone is not to seal magic, but to absorb and store it!

More than two hundred years ago, the seniors who were imprisoned here wanted to make this truth public.

However, before he could speak, Demacia noticed him and quickly imprisoned him.

This truth obviously cannot be made public, otherwise even Silas can predict what will be waiting for Demacia.

At this moment, Silas's heart became increasingly restless.

He now needs a chance to test this truth.

Otherwise, he alone would not be able to confirm the authenticity of this content.

Although he is also a mage, he has no magic power in his body, and his special ability is only to see magic power.

Until fifteen years ago, he came into contact with the young mage, and the violent magic exploded.

After returning the wall tiles to their original positions, Silas lay down and stared at the dark ceiling, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

The next day.

Lu Qi's mansion.

Lu Qi, who got up early in the morning, was full of energy and practiced health-care techniques in the hospital, with a pleasant smile on his lips.

Catalina, who got up early to water the flowers, glanced at this guy's face and didn't know why.

Although it was obviously just a simple smile, she could see a bit of the arrogance of a villain in it.

It's really not surprising that Lu Qi was in such a good mood today that he didn't even want to sleep for a while.

At this moment, he felt extremely proud.

So what if I'm number one on the sword list?

In the end, I couldn't even get out of bed.

The reason was that after last night's clinical experiment, Lu Qi suddenly discovered that with every charge he made, the effect of the Conqueror could be triggered.

What is this concept?

This means that every time Lu Qi advances, he will become stronger!