Legendary Sequence

"Do you think you still look like the first in line to the throne?"

Silvik's voice contained murderous intent, anger, and hopeless disappointment.

As the king of the Holy British Empire, he has the obligation to cultivate an outstanding heir. He does not only need the heir to be domineering and expand the territory, but also wants the heir to have the ability to protect the country and the people!

As his eldest son, Dianxi originally had high hopes, but gradually, he discovered that this son did not pay attention to the heir at all. Romance was his favorite thing, and no matter who taught him or how he taught him, it would be of no avail.

So he gave birth to four more sons and two daughters. Among them, Wilney's desire and ambition for the throne impressed him. Although his magic talent was good, his ability to handle political affairs was somewhat out of his style, so he became partial to this son.

He had originally thought about letting Werni take over, but in the end it was just a thought. What he wanted most was to see Dianxi improve.

After Dianxi turned twenty, he did feel the pressure from Werney, so he changed his bad habits and began to improve.

He was very pleased that Dianxi finally had the idea of ​​becoming a qualified king, but gradually, he found that he was thinking too much.

Magic talent?

She is not outstanding among many princes and princesses, nor is she lagging behind.

Ability to handle political affairs?

Difference! Even worse than his beloved little daughter Luo Xi!

A small trick against Wilney and other ministers?

The best among all the princes!

Except for the intrigues to suppress Werney and the princes and dukes who support him, Dianxi can be said to be useless!

He couldn't figure out how he could give birth to such a mediocre guy because he had a great reputation all his life and the queen was also from a common family!

Could it be that this kid has done countless good things in his previous life, so he is only allowed to enjoy happiness in this life?

Otherwise, after he leaves the royal family, he will definitely be a mediocre person who has accomplished nothing!

But he was still very disappointed and angry!

If this was a peaceful era, you would be more stubborn if you were naughty, but it is different now. There are countries outside competing for interests, strange beasts eyeing them, and some nobles inside are ambitious. If you sit on the throne without the ability, you will definitely be swallowed up. Not even the bones are left!

Looking at Dianxi who was kneeling on the ground crying and begging for mercy, Silvik couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes: "If you have the courage to admit it, at least you can let me see your shining point, but you don't even have the courage to admit it. If not, what big thing can you achieve?”

"The Holy British Empire cannot be destroyed in your hands!"

Hearing Sylvik's words that sounded like a sentence, Dianxi's trembling body suddenly froze, and she raised her head and looked at her father, the King of the Holy British Empire, in disbelief!

It's obviously a very familiar face, but why does it feel so strange and scary?

"No, Your Majesty, don't...Father, Father, you can't do this. I am your eldest son, your eldest son. You can't do this!" Dianxi crawled to Sylvik. Beside him, Yi Yitian, who was holding Silvik on his thigh, was crying and begging, hoping to give him another chance.

Looking at Dianxi's appearance, Sylvick's eyes showed disgust, he kicked him away, turned around, and said in an indifferent voice——

"Don't let me see you again!"

…

The next day, a piece of royal news caught most people's attention.

The first heir to the royal family has been named a prince and will take office in the fiefdom from now on!

This edict, personally signed by the Holy British Empire King Silvic Christia, triggered a storm of discussion in the cabinet and among the people. Even the battle between the Light Holy See and the Dark Holy See did not attract so much attention.

After all, the heir to the throne of the Holy British Empire is what the people of the country are most concerned about, because it affects the quality of their lives.

Santa Fetia Hotel.

"The ministers in the cabinet went to see my father early in the morning to inquire about the situation." Luo Xi said to Zhou Qingying: "I don't know what happened, but my father expelled my eldest brother from St. Fetia and completely missed the throne. ”

Zhou Qingying was reading the newspaper. The front page of the newspaper was about Dianxi being made a prince.

It seems like there is an extra title, but in fact it is a relegation, because the title of prince is a title that can only be held by the husband of a royal prince and princess who is not destined for the throne. Being given such a title means that these two princes are not destined for the throne!

"I'm afraid the senior government officials who have always supported Dianxi are in trouble." Zhou Qingying put down the newspaper: "No one expected that your father would issue such an order overnight."

"Yes, as usual, my second brother is going to take over!" Luo Xi said with some melancholy, "My second brother is much more powerful than my eldest brother."

Zhou Qingying smiled and said nothing. At this time, the door was opened and Su Yian walked in. He had not been here in the past few days.

"You know, my eldest brother was demoted." As soon as she saw him, Luo Xi stood up from the sofa and said.

"I know that people on the street are talking about it and no longer pay attention to the battle between the Holy See of Light and the Holy See of Darkness." Su Yian said as he walked towards his room: "Wait for me."

Su Yian walked into the room, hung his coat on the hanger, and was about to walk out——

He stopped, walked towards the bed, looked at the dent in the neat quilt, put on his coat again calmly, and walked out: "Follow me, I have something to do."

After talking about lunch, they walked out first. Zhou Qingying and Luo Xi looked at each other. Although they were confused, they still followed out.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Luo Xi chased Su Yian and asked.

"Let me confirm first, you haven't entered my room, have you?" Su Yian asked after walking out of the hotel.

"No, who wants to enter your room? What's the secret?" Luo Xi curled her lips, feeling the eyes around her gathering, and quickly pretended to be polite with a smile!

Zhou Qingying also shook her head, and Su Yian continued: "That means other people have come in."

"No way?" Luo Xi said: "Even the cleaning lady is not allowed to enter without permission. This is the hotel rule!"

Zhou Qingying came to her senses: "You mean someone sneaked in when we were not here, and maybe installed a bug or something like that?"

"Yeah." Su Yian nodded, then looked at Luo Xi: "Do you think it's aimed at you? Or at us?"

Luo Xi was thinking deeply. At this moment, the newsboy selling newspapers not far away ran and shouted: "His Royal Highness Prince Wilney has passed away, and His Majesty the King has decided to hold a funeral ceremony three days later!"

After a brief silence, the buzz of discussion spread like the buzz of mosquitoes.

"What did he say?" Luo Xi looked at Su Yian blankly, feeling a twitching pain in his heart.

The newspaper boy selling newspapers slowed down because some people stopped him to buy a package of paper, but he kept shouting, so Su Yian quickly bought a copy and handed it to Luo Xi.

Luo Xi looked at the contents of the newspaper. In just two or three hours, the headlines on the front page had changed from the first heir to the royal family to the second heir.

It's not good news, either for the royal family or the people of the empire.

Luo Xi felt very sad because Wilney was very kind to his younger brothers and sisters, unlike Dianxi, who seemed to want to compete with him for the throne.

Looking at the contents of the newspaper at this time, Luo Xi felt as if a stone was pressing on his chest, which was indescribably uncomfortable.

"I'm going back..." After saying that, Luo Xi quickly returned to the parking lot, got in the car and quickly returned to the palace.

Zhou Qingying picked up the newspaper thrown by Luo Xi on the ground and read the content: "The royal family is really not at peace. Things happened to two heirs one after another..."

"Maybe Wilney was killed by Dianxi." Su Yian said lightly: "Otherwise, first the eldest prince was demoted, and then the second prince died. This would be too much of a coincidence."

After listening to Su Yian's words, Zhou Qingying looked at the contents of the newspaper and felt that the word "seizing the legitimate son" was written all over it.

"Dianxi is only a high-level magician, and Werni has long been a mage. Can Dianxi kill Werni? Whose hand did he borrow to kill him? Which killer dares to take such an order? This is a close relationship with The enemy of the Holy British Empire!" Zhou Qingying murmured.

"The Cult of Truth?" Su Yian said: "The Dark Holy See? Which one do you think it will be?"

"Uh..." Zhou Qingying pondered for a while: "The Dark Vatican, after all, Wilni has a close relationship with the Light Vatican. Dianxi, who was afraid that the Light Vatican would support Wilni, approached the Dark Vatican and reached a cooperation."

Su Yian nodded: "This is the most likely thing."

"Let's go to the Holy See of Light." Su Yian said: "If something like this happened, maybe their decisive battle will start in advance!"

Zhou Qingying quickly followed up: "The cabinet of the Holy British Empire must also be in chaos. I don't know how to deal with this matter..."

"Sylvik Christia is still young, and there is no problem in cultivating an outstanding successor." Su Yian said calmly: "He himself is also one of the two most outstanding kings of the Holy British Empire since the Magic Age. one."

…

It was indeed as if an earthquake had occurred in the cabinet of the Holy British Empire.

In addition to the prime minister and the heads of major government departments, the members who make up the cabinet are some dukes.

Among these cabinet members, Dianchi's supporters and Werny's supporters dislike each other, but they both remain eerily silent today.

After all, Dianxi became the prince and Wilney died, so he was no longer qualified to inherit the throne. Their ongoing struggle seemed so weak.

Christia XVIII, that is, Silvik Christia, sat on the throne, looking at the many ministers and nobles who remained silent, with sarcasm in his eyes.

"Why aren't you talking today? You must have a lot of things to ask, right?" Silvik's voice sounded: "Or do you know what happened?"

Everyone remained silent. Silvik snorted coldly and did not tell Dianxi about colluding with the Dark Church to kill Wilney. This kind of conflict between the same roommates was a shameful thing after all.

"Let me tell you now, I am still young and I don't need an heir!"

After saying that, Silvik left the meeting hall.

There were ripples in the hearts of many ministers and nobles, knowing that this was Silvik's dissatisfaction with their premature participation in the fight for the throne. It was fine before, but now such a serious thing has happened. One of the two heirs was demoted and the other died. Let's not talk about it. Ervik's mood had a huge impact on them.

The Prime Minister of the Cabinet, Ishadur Singh, glanced at everyone: "In the recent period, everyone has been performing their duties. If there is a problem, I will be the first to spare it!"

The Prime Minister of the Holy British Empire not only holds great power, but is also a powerful man at the level of a Grand Magister!

…

Early the next morning, the Cabinet of the Holy British Empire issued a king's order signed by His Majesty the King, which was to carry out a severe attack on the Dark Holy See within the territory. Once discovered, they would be killed without mercy!

With such an iron-blooded order, the people didn't think much about it. They just felt that their king was so domineering. Even the World Association of Magical Organizations wouldn't help the Holy See of Light, but their King dared to confront the World Association of Magical Organizations!

from the moment the order is issued. All the personal armed forces of the major counties and dukes in the Holy British Empire were dispatched, and under the leadership of the royal military police, they launched an offensive against the various strongholds of the Dark Church.

At the same time, over the western sea.

Silvik Christia stood with her hands behind her back. Under her brown hair, her green eyes contained a faint murderous intent.

Not far from him, the Dark Pope coughed lightly: "I have no idea at all about the king's order issued by His Majesty the King. After all, you found out that it has something to do with us..."

At their level, it's fine if you don't get caught with evidence, but if you get caught, you don't have to continue to deny it, which is disrespectful.

"Where is your holy son?" Silvik asked expressionlessly.

"Him?" The Dark Pope shrugged: "I don't know, and I don't know what he did, although I am deeply sorry for your son's death."

"Hmph!" Silvik snorted coldly, and the majestic thunder magic power swept towards the Dark Pope. The Dark Pope calmly protected his body with dark magic power and was unscathed.

So far, no one really wants to kill the other party. Even if one party can kill the other party, it will take a lot of time and serious injuries...

"The Holy Son you chose dares to kill my son, and you, the Dark Holy See, must pay some price!"

"It's normal." The Dark Pope expressed his understanding: "How about I provide you with some names? You can calm down your anger."

Without waiting for Silvik to speak, the Dark Pope named four people. After hearing the names of these four people, Silvik narrowed his eyes: "These four people are all great magisters and are high-ranking members of the Dark Holy See. You don’t feel bad at all?”

"It's better than you interfering in the war between me and the Holy See of Light." The Dark Pope said: "If you try to protect the Holy See of Light, wouldn't I have no chance?"

"But your Dark Holy See will never want to gain a foothold in the Holy British Empire!" Silvik said with a cold snort.

"Well, you are His Majesty the King, of course I listen to you." The Dark Pope bowed politely and said.

…

(To be continued)