Guy Craig Valente, His Highness, the Great Prince of the Kingdom of Stock, and his mother is the crown of the third princess of the Iranfalu Empire.

Before he was twenty years old, he was like a shining pearl embellishing the history of the Stoke Kingdom. His unparalleled spellcaster talent and upright and kind personality were the most eye-catching existence in the kingdom at that time.

Fate favored. At the age of twenty, Guy became the youngest great magician in the Stoke Kingdom, and defeated the Lizardmen army in the Beshilik Kingdom in the west of the kingdom, making great achievements.

There are even rumors that Lord Craggie, who has embarked on the road of legend, intends to accept him as his disciple.

Everyone could predict that he would become the next king of the Stoke Kingdom, and even the mighty king at that time could not be denied.

Everything is done step by step, waiting for the established result,

But fate is ultimately unpredictable. It favors you in the last moment, and it will push you into hell in the next moment.

In 1428 of the Star Death, the spring season quietly arrived. The Ailan Falu Empire raided the Gate of Sorrow, severely damaged the Northern Legion. Tens of thousands of soldiers were killed on the front line of the war, thus opening up the ten-year Patriotic War of the Kingdom of Stoke.

Guy's fate changed as a result. His mother's identity was inexplicably speculated that he fell from the former pride of heaven to the mortal world and became a suspicious person on the target of public criticism, and even walked out of the palace became a luxury.

During the Ten Years of Patriotic War, with intentional or unintentional cold handling, no one cared about Guy's situation, and no one even dared to mention his name. It seemed that even the king ignored the king's first heir.

When the final victory comes, countless heroes are born in the great victory moment, Guy's identity is also mentioned. The former pride of heaven will never see him again. He stood in the gorgeous palace and accepted the arrangement of fate.

He was exiled to the Gate of Sorrow and became a nominal commander, facing the legion soldiers of the empire to which his mother belonged.

Even though he performed well in the local wars in the future, he did not receive a reward from Limontanelu, as if the entire kingdom had forgotten his existence.

Yes, no one cares about his so-called great prince. The many forces that once surrounded him were crowded beside his incompetent brothers, and he lost his passionate heart in the repeated suppression, leaving only a heart filled with coldness.

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"Your Highness, the Great Prince, I am honored to see you!" Modrian straightened his body and bowed slightly at 45 degrees, which was extremely standard aristocratic etiquette.

The cold blue energy helped Mordrian's body up, Guy stared at him with interest, and inexplicable light flashed in his deep blue eyes.

"In just two years, the once little guy has grown into a famous baron in power in the north, and even his own strength has become a great knight."

"I'm a little curious about you, or the existence behind you?"

"You are joking. Compared to your deeds, what I did is not worth mentioning." Modrian said softly. Being noticed was a feeling of discomfort, but his words were not compliments, but a strong sense of danger was actually felt from His Highness the Great Prince in front of him, far more deadly than the demon of the abyss and the bishop of the Temple of Power.

Guy leaned back slightly, leaning against the soft back of the table, a deep blue light appeared in his pupils, retracting his emotions, and his cold words directly tear off the false mask.

"I think Baron Modrian should have guessed what I'm going to do?"

"I want to get back what belonged to me, something that was destined as early as the moment I was born."

Sure enough, the battle for royal power!

Modrian did not rush to answer when he heard this. He looked at the Earl Raphael, who looked at the nose and the heart of the nose. As the old fried dough stick's expression, he found nothing and had an elusive smell.

However, since His Highness the Great Prince appears here, the choice of the Harriman family is obvious.

"Haha, is this a game that made me fall in the head?!"

Count Raphael's invitation was fully appreciated by many noble forces at the banquet. Once the Great Prince and the Harriman family took power, he would definitely be marked with the same camp.

If the Harriman family had not provided him with a lot of help in the past time, Modrian would have wanted to overturn the conference table and leave directly. He believed in the strength of Poppy and Gulagas.

But now.........

"Actually, the choice is very simple. We each take what we need. What I need is the force of your followers, and I can continue to provide you with appropriate 'help'." Guy stared at Modrian's eyes and said word by word. The crisp sound awakened some of Modrian's memories that he had once confused.

"The Fortress of Laxtak in the Renver Mountains is a legendary fortress cast by the snow dwarves. Many great nobles have sent scouts and stalkers into the mountains to pursue ancient trails."

"Do you think that without me and Uncle Raphael as much as possible, you would have developed so safely in the past two years? Even the Down Castle and the Baron were because of us..."

Modrian's brown pupils instantly shrank, and he seemed to understand something. No wonder the economic development of Irvingdale towns has not been affected by other cities in the past two years and is in a state of rapid prosperity.

He thought it was the deterrent power of many heroes and elite cavalry under his command, but he ignored some of his profound external influences.

Also, why did the Temple of Power attack the town of Irvingdale so coincidental before this banquet? Isn’t anyone really leaked the news? Or was it just to find out the strength of Valoran?

Many things cannot be said, but they are not clear and difficult to explain. It is far more appropriate to be in your heart.

"Since that's the case, I'll choose..."

He knew the battle for royal power. Just Valoran had already taken most of his attention by taking this acre of three-point land, and he had no extra power to participate in this black hole-like battle against the throne.

As for the subsequent events, as he once said in front of Uncle Benny, the strength he now has is enough to allow him to deal with many sudden things.

The words of rejection have not been expressed yet, and the long-lost cold system prompt sounded in my mind.

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【Ding.....Main mission released!】

【Main Mission: The Death of the King】

【Task time: 60 days】

【Task Reward:???】

[Task introduction: Why are you afraid of dying people? A storm that swept the Kingdom of Stoke is about to begin. Perhaps it is not just the Kingdom of Stoke, but what you have to do is very simple. On the broken throne, raise the flying Valoran flag high.]

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"It's very simple? Sorry, it's extremely difficult for me."

The sudden main mission left Modrian speechless. He tried his best to keep his face calm, but his thoughts flashed in his heart.

The upcoming battle for royal power, the broken throne, the death of the king!

It seems that I can't escape it, so there are not many choices that can be made now, no, it should be said that there are only ones.
Chapter completed!