Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 111 The Crown Prince's Competition

Yuffia believed in Ismail's wine.

If I was too drunk, I could tell which colleagues I have molested myself.

Wei Miao: "Migre...is there anything special about this second prince?"

Ismail replied: "Compared to the other two candidates for the throne, his mother family has no background, and he is His Majesty's personal bodyguard. After giving birth to him, he... passed away."

The subtext is that he is the product of an accident, and there is no backer behind him.

The empire has never been established. The emperor only has concubines. In addition to managing the country, another major responsibility is to find ways to give birth. Because the royal blood is special, only the fire bearer has the ability to conceive.

There are only two princes and one princess in this generation.

In addition to the king in the previous generation, there was also his brother who became the bearer of the pale fire after failing to compete for the throne.

"Pale Tinder", accidentally obtained from the realm of the sacred tree hundreds of years ago, sacrificed an entire team of fire bearers to bring it back.

The Church of the Holy Fire has studied it for half a century, only knowing that the fire is indestructible and is related to the sacred tree.During this period, there were eleven catastrophic fires in the church, and countless small fires of various kinds.

It was originally sealed in a square box made of cold iron brought back from the eternal night, but the powerful divine flame repeatedly broke through the seal.

If you just give up like this, the church will be reluctant. Most people think that the secret of the tree of divine flame is hidden in this special fire.

At this time, people in the royal family accidentally came into contact with tinder.Pale fire can actually be rooted in the body of people of the holy fire lineage.

Although the bearer has endured the pain of being burned by the fire, he can gain astonishingly powerful power, comparable to the son of the flame.

You must know that not every generation of the Son of the Divine Flame can continue, there are too many chances and coincidences in the birth.

After persisting for a certain period of time, the bearer will run out of fuel and the body will collapse, and the moment when flames emerge from the meridians is the end of life.

This generation of bearers persisted for 20 years, fought in the Eternal Night Domain for 20 years, brought back countless Eternal Night Essences, and now stays in the palace, waiting for the next bearer.

In other words, now is the time for the most silent competition.

Among the losers, some will give everything to the world.

"The prince Miggle has never been looked down upon by the dignitaries of the imperial capital, and I also retreated from everyone's sight. By chance, I came into contact with him."

Ismail smiled: "We met each other by accident, he said that he just wants to be an idler now, and he doesn't really care about the final result. As for whether it's a coincidence or... Well, the problem is, he Every time I come, I will bring a few bottles of good wine, spirits, do you understand...forget it, you don’t understand.”

"But he is a helpless person and cannot mobilize so many resources. By the way, the royal family still has a secret. Who can find a way to weaken the disaster of the flames, His Majesty Pablo promised, who will be the next emperor. "

Apparently, Ismail didn't think Miggler had anything to do with it.

Wei Miao looked at this teacher who was very unreliable when he was drinking, and was speechless, smiling on his face: "Then, does the teacher know... how to save the world?"

"Save the world?" The topic changed so quickly that Ismail almost flicked his tongue.

"The domain of the sacred tree and the fire-painted land are expanding every year, and the divine flame is encroaching on the world."

Wei Miao twirled a leaf of soft ashes from the silver hair: "And the endless ashes are signs that the world is being destroyed."

Things that have been consumed by fire will fall off in pieces of ashes.

"Your point of view... coincides with that sage." Ismail laughed, "I am just a retired son of the eternal night. If I have a way to save the world, I will put it into practice long ago. .”

"The most deeply studied of these is a historian accused of heresy, Bartley Abbott."

Wei Miao: "Can I visit him?"

Ismail: "Your arrival can't be hidden from those who are interested, but you have a special status, superior military power, and are naturally detached from the world. As long as you don't do anything out of the ordinary, no one will stop you. It's just a visit to a lonely scholar. Of course you have that right."

"He lives at 119 Steka Street, West End."

Wei Miao got up to say goodbye, and bowed slightly to him: "Excuse me, teacher."

"It's too late to be happy when old friends meet." Ismail waved his hand, his eyes were deep, "About the kindling you said, do you want to tell the church?"

"I will not refuse anything that is beneficial to the world." Wei Miao said with a smile.

"You are really different from me, Father..." He hesitated to speak, with a regretful look on his face.

Wei Miao thinks that Yuffia's temperament has little to do with the priest.

The Power of Eternal Night has the effect of a tranquilizer, and the coldness suppresses the excited blood.The all-time calm and firm belief make Yuffia.

"You take the travel expenses."

Ismail may have felt a little guilt in his heart, and gave her a heavy bag of gold coins, and a trace of heartache flashed across his face.

Someone puts money, there is no reason not to accept it.Wei Miao accepted Ismail's savings with a smile, and now her pockets are indeed empty.

Wei Miao put on her black robe again, closed that black eye, and walked out of this messy room.

Someone should be watching the retired Son of Night nearby. She can't cover her tracks, but she can avoid contact with them.

On the streets of the imperial capital, Wei Miao stopped a rickshaw: "No. 119, Steka Street, thank you."

Rickshaws are made of light wood, and they can only be seen in big cities. They are a convenient means of transportation for the powerful in the city.

Uffia's memory doesn't have much of the customs and customs of the imperial capital, so that Wei Miao didn't realize that she had arrived until the rickshaw stopped.

"35 silver coins, my dear lady."

Wei Miao paid the money and looked around.

Steka Street seems to belong to the upper city, the street surface is clean and tidy, handsome gentlemen and well-dressed ladies can be seen everywhere.

Wei Miao looked from room to room, and finally found the house number 119.

This is a luxurious apartment, with elegant black walls, iron doors decorated with glass, and gothic wall lamps on both sides, all of which show the social status of the owner.

Also, in this day and age, only those who have enough to eat and drink have the leisure to study history, and only the wealthy have the opportunity to become scholars.

Wei Miao politely rang the doorbell placed under the eaves.

A crisp bell rang from the other end of the house.Soon, an old and mid-spirited voice approached: "Here it is, who is it?"

Wei Miao said respectfully: "A history buff who came here for fame."

"Haha, there are still scholars in the field of history who care about me, an old man."

After the self-deprecating words fell, the door opened.

A bright old man stood in front of her, looking at her with piercing eyes behind the lens.

(End of this chapter)