The juice seemed to be frozen suddenly, and the ritual officers and servants standing respectfully were both stunned and used the scene of the pattern.

The second prince Muta pointed at the Supreme Emperor's private magic consultant with Petchi.

"Your Highness, don't act recklessly! The Supreme Emperor is outside, don't be impulsive!"

"Get out! You useless trash, I will not listen to your advice anymore. You must have kept your low profile and endurance. You must have taken his benefits, or they all surrendered to that guy. If I fall, you won't have a good life!" Pushing away a few aides who tried to stop him, Muta waved the sword in his hand and slashed at Victor.

"Clang!"

A crisp metallic striking sounded, and Lucien took the long sword that struck Victor with the unpulled Mara light.

"Are you crazy, Muta?" Lucien's heart was puzzled.

How could Muta have such great power? Although he also practiced martial arts, his ability was mediocre. No matter whether it was power or degree, it was not as good as before.

"Go away, otherwise I will chop you up." Muta, who was furious, didn't remember that he was not the opponent of Lucien, who was famous for his martial arts. All he thought about was cutting off the damn guy with a smile on his lips, and even forgot that the other party was a dead soul, not a monster that could be killed with an ordinary sword.

"Stop it, if my grandfather knows that "you" has not finished speaking, Lucien will be swept aside by a tough force.

Muta, who had straight eyes, raised his sword almost madly, and waved it again at Victor who was still sitting on the chair without moving.

"Brother!" He hurriedly got up from the ground. Ping Xien shouted anxiously. He felt that things were not simple. Muta's spirit was extremely disordered, as if he had been hit by a spell. Moreover, the weapon in his hand showed a faint fluorescence when it approached Victor, which was the light unique to the spells such as excessive undead. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have to stop Muta.

The sound of the second pause suddenly became particularly loud in the side hall where it suddenly became quiet. Muta smiled and stared at the sword that had already slashed into Victor's shoulder.

"Go to death is a trait of the undead weapon, go to death,"

Perel looked at what happened in a few seconds with a shocked face, his mind went blank. It was not until Muta laughed out loud that he suddenly woke up. "What are you doing?!" He openly attacked another heir. According to the law of the empire, not only would he be captured for the title and rights of the nobles, but he would also be exiled forever. Even if his grandfather encouraged several heirs to fight with each other, he would not like to see clumsy competition methods. Killing another heirs so blatantly was probably his most annoying method.

"Hahaha, die, all those who block my succession will die." Perel's words made Muta, whose eyes were dull, suddenly find focus. Just as he half-sided to pull out the sword embedded in Victor's body, the lich, who had not moved, made a creepy low laugh.

"Is it just like that?" Your ambition and **." No one saw clearly how it took action. After speaking, Mutaxi flew out.

It hit a nearby pillar, and the sound of the fracture was clearly made the ritual officer and the servant scream in a different way.

Lucien walked back to Victor, his eyes full of disagreement. Because he was facing his back, Perel did not see the message conveyed by their eyes.

"Well, you bastard," the broken ribs penetrated into the lungs. Muta.com said a few words and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

The staff stood there, and no one dared to come forward to help, because there was a figure standing at the door of the side hall.

Alberrecht seemed to have not seen Victor and Muta's wounds, and his light blue pupils were as cold as crystals, staring coldly at everything he saw.

"You each represent a force in the country or in the southern continent, and most of them have a certain influence on Notting. I do not want to see you fight for inheritance, which will affect the stability of the empire. I call you here and let you fight for inheritance for yourself in the form of words, in the hope of selecting the future Notting ruler in the most peaceful situation, but your behavior "really disappoints me." The last sentence was obviously said to Muta,

Although the injury was serious, Muta crawled towards the gate with his hands and feet, hugged Alberrecht's feet with blood-stained hands and begged repeatedly, hoping to win the mercy of his grandfather. Unfortunately, Alberrecht is famous for his indifferent family affection. Not only did he not lean over to support the injured Muta, he kicked him further away with one kick.

"Useless waste, according to the law of the empire. After heals, continue to return to your residence and never think about the king again."

"Grandfather!" Muta was so angry that he vomited blood again: "Are you really going to make the undead the heir? Are you not afraid of God's blaming? You ask where we are going to guide Notting, what future will your current actions bring to the Emperor and the Kingdom?"

Perel took a breath, shocked by Muta's boldness again.

Just think about it in your heart. Isn’t it a waste of death to say it? Muta, I really didn’t expect you to be so stupid. Even if there is no hope for the throne, you can’t give up on yourself to this extent. If you don’t say these words, maybe your grandfather will spare your life.

Alberrecht slowly turned around and looked at Muta, who was bloodless, and showed a smile that shocked everyone.

"Everyone in the world is afraid of me, and my relatives are afraid of me and hate me. The ministers and the powerful no longer curse me in their hearts. But even if there are many, so what? I will live well. God will not interfere with the world. If Mara can come in person, I will thank Victor." After that, Alberrecht ordered the guards to carry Muta away, and told him to send him out of the City of Glow immediately after he was cured.

Looking at Muta who was being taken, the guests gathered in the hall were so arrogant that they didn't dare to say anything. Without saying or talking, people communicated with each other. Although they couldn't see or hear what was born in the side hall, they all understood that this was completely lost in the heir of the king who had once been powerful.

In Notting's royal family, the weak have no right to survive. All those who can survive are strong and fierce people. The next one is out. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the first prince Perel who has been cowardly for more than ten years. "Alberrecht has eliminated a competitor, but you are not beautiful enough. Alberrecht slowly walked into the side hall. The fully armed guards immediately closed the door and isolated all the gazes of exploration.

"The situation is urgent, and I don't care whether the handle will be left behind." Victor stood up and simply admitted that Muta's chaotic mind just now was what it did.

"Although it's a bit different from the original plan. But overall, it's still smooth

"What did grandfather say to you?" It should not be empty words like how to manage the country. Lucien knew that grandfather Victor had some special purpose as a successor. As soon as the camp war ended, Victor would lose his value. After that, he would face a war against Victor automatically, which was automatically made by his grandfather or the pope.
Chapter completed!