Perel lowered his head and dared not look around. The light under his feet could tell the floor reflected his cramped and nervous expression.

The material of the Rainbow Palace is hard magic crystal stone, which is translucent from the walls to the pillars, and even the entire palace. Rather than a palace, it is a delicate tower-style building. Of course, the construction of magic stones is mainly used for defense. Only magic at the forbidden spell level can penetrate the wall of this tower.

There is no extra furniture in the huge space, only a large bed covered with heavy white gauze tents. Through the light reflected by the crystal, a figure lies lying on it.

"come over."

The old but powerful voice is not at all like a dying person.

"His Majesty Alberrecht, you suddenly summoned me. I wonder if you have any instructions?" Following the order, Perel knelt on one knee and greeted the greatest emperor in the history of the Empire.

"Just call me grandfather."

With a slightly unhappy voice, Perel immediately felt an invisible pressure expanding from inside the account to outside.

"This time I'm calling you, I just want to ask some questions that should be asked." After a slight pause, the previous emperor hidden in the sand tent said that Perel was in a cold sweat: "It's time to inherit the throne. Are you ready?"

"Grandfather...I..."

"Answer whatever you ask, hesitate, without any masculinity."

"Grandfather, grandson is not ready yet."

"Absurd!" A low shout made Perel lean down. He felt that he was not facing an old man who was drooling, but an angry dragon.

"Brett is really unreasonable..." After half of his words, he disappeared. Perel leaned on the ground, waiting for his grandfather's reprimand.

"I heard you were going to take the Adventurer exam?" After a long time, Alberrecht, who spoke again, suddenly changed his topic and did not talk about inheritance.

"Yes, yes..." Perel couldn't ask why his grandfather knew that he had participated in the confinement. His mind was blank now, and he could only ask one question and one answer.

"But do you find any strange people? Although the exam is boring, it still does a way to dig out talents. Several capable ministers during my reign discovered it through the adventurer exam."

"Yes, there are...but he...haves rather perverse." Thinking of his grandfather's taboo, Perel did not say the word "the tongueless".

"As long as you are talented, you will win over first and then carefully screen and cultivate it. If you go out a few years earlier, why should you fall to where you are today?"

"I..." Perel choked with sobs, and his grandfather knew his situation. If he hadn't had no confidence in succession, how could he dare to go out privately at the risk of being assassinated? Except for the war periods, all his life was basically spent in the palace.

"My father likes Muta more, and I feel that I am inferior to him in all aspects..."

"Even you have no confidence in yourself, how can I convince the ministers and nobles?" A hand stretched out from the sand tent, so fair that you could see the blood vessels under your skin, and gently patted Perel's head.

"Grandfather?" Perel, who had been in the title of crown prince for nineteen years, did not dare to breathe for a moment, for fear that he would hear it wrong.

"Brell is old and has a little confused. It's time to come to the Rainbow Palace to chat with me. Mutan's child is a little unclean and is not suitable for being the king of a country. Vien, just write it like this." After speaking the last two sentences, a "ding-ding-dang" sound suddenly came from behind the sand tent. Perel peeked secretly with the corners of his eyes, and saw a pair of barefoots walking past him. Judging from the size of his feet, he should be a woman.

"I'm tired, you go down." The palm that was caressing on the head shrank back: "Only those who hold it firmly in their own hands are talent. In other people's hands, it is a poisonous dagger, which will give you a fatal blow at any time."

Following the way back, Perel didn't lift his head, which had been hanging down until the door was closed.

"Your Highness!" Sarach cheered. Since the master came out safely, that is to say... His Majesty Alberrecht intends to protect him.

"Herman, prepare my itinerary for me, I will set off for Taran immediately."

"Your Highness, I am frank, the domestic situation is unstable now, and it is an extraordinary period. You are afraid that you will go out at this time..."

"I have to go!" Although Grand Duke Taran has always been nicknamed the Duke of Nepotism by the world, Lucien is the most popular candidate for the next Pope appointed by the Holy See. Although it is threatening to himself and Muta, if he supports him ascend to the Pope, he will definitely get his help.

The Holy See and the Empire have always been dependent on each other. The sooner you win Lucien's support, the sooner you can gain a foothold. And to get Mendel's support, the best way is to start with his shameful illegitimate son.

Looking at the sky that has become hazy from clear and gloomy, Perel, who promised not to reveal Victor's identity, showed his first smile today.

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"Your Excellency, you are here."

Amiye's return made Perel, who was immersed in his memories, recover from his distraction. In the huge reception hall, he and Mendel were eliminated, only the dean of the Dean, Pero and Ramde, the representative of the Magic Society, this term.

In the middle of the hall, the old man in a red robe was about the same age as Ramd, with an arrogant expression.

Amiye brought the person to the scene and hid behind Ramd in case of being affected by the angry Duke.

"Kelin Baier, I heard you brought Victor Wood, whom I recommended to enroll, to another world?"

Grand Duke Taran was well maintained. Although he was in his fifties, he only looked like he was in his early forties. When he saw him for the first time, he suddenly understood why so many women had to hang out with this married man despite the title of Duchess.

But no matter how much he thought about it, he still tried to delay time as required by Victor.

"Dude, it's normal for a mage to have an accident in the duel."

"Normal?" Fernandez stood up, and his gloomy expression made Ramde, who was standing beside him, wink at Ke Lin who was standing below.

"Then it is normal for the academy to lose a high-level mage because of this?"

The duke's upward tone made Pero, who had not spoken, speak.

"Hisser Da Gong, although this incident was caused by an inappropriate duel, it is not appropriate for you to take your anger at the Academy because of this?"

"I'm not suitable? The purpose of my sending this young man into the crystal worm is to train him into a talent, rather than to serve you as a free experimental target!" After turning around Ke Lin twice, Fernandez's eyes were like a poisonous snake hunting, staring at the calm and relaxed evil mage.

"Yes, I also think Wood is very talented. If you train a little, you will definitely become a great wizard that has been famous in history." Perel's words that added fuel to the fire certainly made Ramde unable to sit still anymore.

"Your Highness! Grandpa! This is just an accident! No one wants to see such a thing happen. For the magic world, Wood's death is also a considerable loss. Besides, the duel is a competition between mages and cannot be linked to the academy."

"When did I say he was dead?" Ke Lin snorted coldly when he heard Ramd's eagerness to separate himself.

"You mean... he is still alive?" Although Mivira already knew that Wood was already a dead soul, Perel's insufficient magic knowledge was not enough to let him know. A teleportation in another world was just as easy as a complete dead soul to go home.

"Cruff..."

The heavy wooden door in the reception hall was pushed open, and a figure who wrapped himself tightly in a pitch-black robe walked in.

[Sorry, I'm late.] Even if I can't see my appearance, the words written quickly in the air are enough to explain the identity of the person I come.

"Victor..." Fernandez quickly walked forward, putting his shoulders intimately, feeling the biting cold, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Ramd's eyes were almost protruding from his sockets. He looked carefully at the man standing side by side with the Grand Duke. The layer of death became even stronger from the seemingly empty.

[Mr. Tobbeer's blessing, swam around the sea and saw a lot of new things.] Three short sentences can be regarded as an explanation of the experience of missing for more than ten days.

"Wood." Perel's voice stopped Ramd from asking about the question: "I'm very pleased to see you."

[This is my honor, His Highness Perel.]

The impeccable aristocratic etiquette made Fernandez, who was standing beside him, nodding secretly, thinking that the eldest son was not uninterested as he said, and he mastered both posture and words just right, and obviously he had learned it with great care.

"Well... Since Wood is fine, you should be spared the punishment you mentioned before." Ramd seized the opportunity and interjected, but he received three pairs of eyes and stared at the same time.

"Dean, I heard that Wood is an auditor." Mendel directly ignored Ramd's request. His words made the uneasiness that had just been suppressed in the hearts of the representatives of the association who loved to find fault.

Ramde only relies on Princess Notting to win many times in the association's election. If even Perel, the first heir, is optimistic about Victor Wood, then wouldn't he beggard to continue to trouble this undead mage? How come he is in name only, and he is still a prince of a country.

"Because Wood is Fisher's beloved disciple, I don't think he is inappropriate as an auditor. Since the Duke blames him, may you not have the intention of letting this young man inherit the alchemy chief?" Pelo rarely spoke, but he could hit the nail on the head every time he spoke.

"Well... it depends on what Vic said. He once expressed his love to study spells, so I sent him to Jingyao." Fernandez's ability to change the topic had reached its level of perfection, and all the fingers immediately pointed at the protagonist of the incident, Victor.

[I think my meaning has been expressed clearly enough.] On the surface, Victor obviously intends to give up the position of the chief alchemy. No one can hold a position as a senior executive of the Alchemy and Magic Association at the same time. Choosing one of them means giving up the other.

"Since you're an auditor, let's lend me Wood." Perel suddenly said in a shocking voice.

"Your Highness?" Due to the haste, Fernandez did not ask Perel's purpose in detail, and most of his attention was distracted by the disappearance of his eldest son.

"I personally admire Wood. Although he is a tongueless person, he persists in the path of learning magic. This alone is worthy of admiration and is fully in line with the standards of his grandfather's ability to absorb talents."

I don’t know whether it was Alberrecht’s name or Perel’s intentional enthusiasm for his influence, but the reception hall fell silent, and the expressions on everyone’s faces were different.

[What does Your Highness mean by borrowing?] The first thing to break the situation was Victor, who wrote a positive question in the air.

"The adventurer's free and exciting life attracts me more than any aristocratic activity. Unfortunately, because of his special identity, I have almost no chance to leave the palace." Although I didn't say much, it was enough for everyone to understand the hints in his words.

"A team of various professions, traveling around is very suitable for adventures as pasties after dinner or relieving boredom, but... the emperor would not agree." Mendel did not think that Bret would let his son, whom he never liked, do so.

"Grandfather has agreed."

The seven characters represent much more than the literal ones.

Victor stepped forward a few steps, held his hand, and gently pressed his forehead.

Simple and solemn etiquette, common to both civilians and nobles, represents oath of allegiance.
Chapter completed!