Behind Morley Palace is a small royal manor, with artificial lakes and exquisite gardens. Unlike other places in Morley Palace, only royal members can come and go here, and even servants cannot enter.

Since the empire Emperor Isrell Delmond and his wives and concubines, there are actually not many royal members, and there are only eight descendants in total. Among them, the eight princess died at a young age due to bloodline. After Isrell completely advanced to the middle level of legend, no descendants were born. Now there are only the eldest prince, the second prince, the third prince, the fourth prince, the fifth prince, the sixth prince and the seventh prince.

This is also a regret for the extraordinary strong people. Due to their overly powerful power and the essence of life, it is difficult for them to combine with ordinary lives to produce descendants. In history, only the first leader of the Cangkong Knights once had descendants with the strength of the legendary middle level and a human-shaped golden dragon. The Golden Dragon Lady was also at the peak of the extreme intention, otherwise she would not be able to be nurtured.

Because my sister died in childhood due to the defects of the essence of life, the Seventh Prince is the youngest among all the descendants of the emperor. At this time, this young man with dark blond hair and sky blue eyes was practicing martial arts in a remote corner of the royal garden, tempering his breathing, meticulous posture, and not having any laziness and slickness.

It is late winter now, and the leaves and branches in the manor are all white, like ice sculptures, and the surface of the artificial lake is condensed like a mirror. The frosty forest is so cold that it is so cold that it will tremble coldly if an ordinary person comes here to catch a cold. However, the seventh prince, who is only in his teenage years, has no feeling at all. Even his forehead is constantly oozing out of sweat due to exercise, and his whole body is steaming.

The breathing and movements were coordinated, mobilizing the energy in the body to flow. The astonishing heat turned into white steam and came out from the top of his head, like a smoke column. Halfway through the exercise, he even felt a little too hot, so he pulled open his clothes impatiently, revealing the body that could be called strong and symmetrical under the clothes. There seemed to be a layer of Douqi light emerging from the flesh and blood inside the smooth muscle lines, blocking the surrounding cold.

"Dang thump."

The Seventh Prince Alva originally wanted to continue to hone his breathing method, but he saw a small shadow running towards him not far away. The boy smiled slightly, then squatted down and caught the little tree man who seemed to be unable to stop the car and wanted to hit him. He whispered to the tree man with a violet flower on his head, "What, is there any news from my mother?"

"Jigujigu..."

The little tree man made a cute muttering sound, which seemed to be illogical, but Alva seemed to understand. He frowned slightly: "Is this true? I understand, I really need to think more."

The seventh prince's dark golden hair, appearance and excellent physical fitness were undoubtedly inherited from his emperor's father, and the ability to communicate with the tree man was inherited from his mother. However, the sky blue eyes were neither like Isrel nor Queen Edna. It should be a blood change or a special ability formed after hearing all the words of the little tree man, Alva patted the tree man's head, and then put it back, allowing it, who had completed its mission, to return to the garden and turn it into a violet.

"Is Count Radcliffe..."

The royal manor became quiet again, but the seventh prince, who was alone, no longer had the interest to continue training. The young emperor's descendant simply sat on the snow, looked up at the sky, and murmured in a slightly envious tone: "Another new legend..."

A few years ago, Alva, who accompanied his father Isreil to work together and met Nostradamus, reported the news, was extremely envious of the Northern Earl who had the inheritance of sages and advanced from silver to the extreme in just one year. He was not old at that time and was still a little immature in his mind, and he thought that if he passed on the inheritance to him, he could do those things.

But after a few years, after some things, Alva clearly understood that his abilities were not as high as he imagined, and that warrior who had already achieved a legend would never be a person who relied on luck. No one could sublimate his own essence of life by relying on luck and become an extraordinary and high-level existence. Every strong man has his own unique and extraordinary features.

That is indeed a better person than himself.

It is precisely because he kept hearing the deeds of the count and other young masters in the palace that the seventh prince has been persistent in studying and practicing hard. With the help of royal resources, advanced heritage and the best teacher, Alva now has a silver realm. With the arrival of the demon tide, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and he can be considered to be a mid-level silver level, and he has developed fighting spirit. His silver realm is still different from ordinary silver. His strength is so deep that he can win even if he fights with several knights of the same level.

But this is not enough at all.

Not to mention that count, even if it is far behind that person, the second prince Dimore, whom he has never met, is not.

Among the only seven remaining descendants of the emperors, only three are worthy of Aval's attention. Among them, the eldest prince is now commanding a province in the East of the Empire to train government affairs, and his strength is to take advantage of the arrival of the demon tide to break through gold. Although his subordinates have outstanding strength and many nobles support him, in terms of personal strength, the Seventh Prince believes that he can completely surpass him in a few years.

The Five Emperors are obsessed with painting and magical technology. They are now studying in Guantian Baita in the eastern plains. They are also a popular well-known painter there. Her personal strength is rumored to be at the middle level of gold or even high-level. With the power of her mother, the hidden power of this princes should not be underestimated. In addition, Baita's outstanding mage friends are even slightly better than the prince. Fortunately, the Five Emperors do not seem to plan to return to China to compete. She is devoted to the highest level and truth of painting skills. The throne? Don't disturb this princess to study the truth!

Some of the other princes and daughters went out with several powerful royal men, and some stayed in the imperial capital, but in general, they were relatively mediocre.

Alva himself, in terms of potential power, with Queen Edna and the family behind him as a backing, he is actually no less than his brothers and sisters, but his personal strength is really a little wider because of the age gap. Among the three people worth noting, even the eldest prince who is not interested in martial arts actually has the power above the level of his peers with the excellent bloodline of the royal family. Compared with pure power, the fifth prince who pays more attention to knowledge also has the strength of the middle level of the golden level, not to mention that the rumor has been honing in the army and has already had the second prince who has the peak golden strength since his return.

This is a world with extraordinary power. Sometimes, the power belonging to oneself is far more important than the power behind it. Especially this generation of emperors started out in war, and Isrell was particularly concerned about this.

The gap between silver and gold is so big that it is desperate. Two people with the same talent and work hard, time and luck determine the outcome between the two. In terms of luck, Alva only knows that he is not bad, but it is definitely not good, but time is completely on Dimore's side.

Now, the father is in good health and his children do not need to fight. Just like the young dragon will not compete with his brothers for territory before his parents leave, but Alva, as a smart man, always thinks a lot. For example, if one day, Isrell, a legendary strong man who suppresses everything, suddenly doesn't want to be the emperor and travel around the world, what should they do if they are the heirs reserved? No one will give up the position of the emperor.

——The father loves all his children equally, so he doesn’t love anyone.

Thinking of this, Aval shook his head gently. The young prince had already seen his father's plan, even more clearly than his mother's. Isrell had no intention of appointing an heir at all. He sent the eldest prince to study government affairs and let the five princes who like magic go out to study. The other princes and princes do what they want to do according to their own wishes. In this way, the future achievements of everyone will naturally be divided into levels, and the strongest among them is the next generation of emperors.

However, the father was particularly harsh on the second brother.

Thinking of this, Aval couldn't help but clench his fists, and the boy closed his eyes and frowned.

Harsh treatment does not mean suppression in the royal family, but rather means higher and more expectations. It is precisely because of expectations and dissatisfaction that he will supervise and let him go through the training. A legendary strong man is still the emperor's expectation. It would be fine if he cannot achieve it, but if Dimore really completes the training of his father, can he really compare with him?

Smart people will weigh the pros and cons. Aval is naturally a smart person. If he is not in the royal family, but an ordinary wealthy family wants to compete for the position of the head of the family, then Alva will naturally give up. He knows his limits of ability, so sometimes a step back will make the sky wide open. But the royal family is different. The Seventh Prince knows that standing behind him are several great nobles and his mother. Fighting for the next throne is related to the interests of all of them. This is not something he can give up by saying that he can give up.

"Acquiring a master, indeed, taking a legendary strong man as his master is the only way I can barely catch up with my brothers and sisters in terms of personal force."

Thinking about the message conveyed by his mother, Alva pondered for a long time, then laughed in silence and shook her head: "But why did the count of the Northland accept me as his disciple? Why? My mother is really thinking too much... I'd better do myself first and then think about what happened next."

After sorting out his thoughts, the young seventh prince stood up again. He returned to the woods in the garden. Soon, the breathing method containing the wonderful rhythm and the exercise sound of the body breaking through the air sounded in the garden again.

Time flies, and a month passes in a flash.

It is April 20th, the 835th year.

In the north, in the lord's mansion, Joshua was about to set off and head to the imperial capital.

At this time, the spring thunder shook, and even the weather in the north began to warm up, and the snow in the fields began to melt gradually. In some places, farmers had already started to plow the fields, preparing for sowing, and workers who expanded the city also started to work again, not to mention the warmer other parts of the empire, which had resumed their labor more than half a month earlier than in the north.

The arrival of spring also means the arrival of early spring celebrations. As the beginning of the year in a substantial sense, every year's celebration requires His Majesty the Emperor to preside over. This is not a complex ceremony, but a laughable carnival. The most profound childhood memory of many children in the imperial capital is the annual early spring celebration, and they can always live a very fulfilling and happy day on this day.

Of course, this time it may not be much the same.

At this time, the scheduled celebration date was nearly one day, but the atmosphere in the imperial capital was still extremely dull and depressing. Many nobles did not allow their children to go out, but just stayed cautiously in the mansion and carefully observed the surrounding situation.

Of course, Joshua knew why. Although others were in the north, the news was not blocked. Isrel and Nostradamus disappeared for several months without reason. Of course, the warrior knew about this. And the moment he knew, he had already guessed where the other party was.

The fog of divine disasters, and the void stargazing place.

"Think about it carefully, the reason is still with me."

Joshua stood in front of the mirror and asked Ying to show off one set of dress after another. He didn't know what dressing was, so he was so happy to let the silver-haired girl worry about him. Anyway, it didn't matter what he wore. Even if a legendary strong man wore armor, the nobles would naturally find a lot of specious explanations for him. However, since he could wear a better look, it would naturally look better. After all, in addition to taking care of the face of His Majesty the Emperor, he himself also represents the Radcliffe family.

"What's the reason, master?"

At this time, Firefly was constantly taking out all kinds of dresses from the closet and standing on tiptoe to gesture on the warrior. The girl who once did not even change her transformation costumes has now become a master of clothing matching under the influence of all the maids. While she muttered, "This is too frivolous", "This is not matched" and "This is too thin", she took the time to ask her master curiously.

"When I told them about the true function of the fog of God, I knew that Isrel would definitely take Nostradamus to all the fog of God in the empire to experience it."

Looking at the busy firefly, Joshua chuckled and shrugged, saying, "After all, he probably has mastered the mystery of divinity now. Observing the divinity of other gods is naturally a means of his progress. As for the Void Stargazing, it should be related to Master Nostradamus."

After all, that is the most obvious and fragile place with the trajectory of time and space, and it is also the closest place to the Great Demon Tide in the Mycrov world.

Thinking of this, the soldier glanced at the still entangled firefly, shook his head, took a black dress and said, "That's it. I'm wearing other colors too brightly, this one is more suitable for me."

"Hey, no, master, you have worn this color too many times, and there is no freshness at all!"

Seeing that Joshua directly rejected his long-term thought-out combination, the girl couldn't help but wail: "There is still more time, so we can continue to choose more. For example, this silver-gray style is a bit like armor, which is very suitable for you..."

"It's not long. My firefly, I want to go to the imperial capital early." Joshua reminded kindly: "The celebration will begin at noon, and it's already ten o'clock in the morning. Brandon and Villdanni are waiting for me in the imperial capital. What they promised must be done, and the legendary powerhouse is not a reason to be late."

"But the big guy should have appeared later, the better..." The girl murmured to herself, sounding very unwilling.

But Joshua nodded: "You are right." He looked up and looked at the sky with a pointing point: "The later the big guy is, the better."

But sometimes if you don’t go early, you can’t see a good show from the beginning.

"I'm going too!"

And at this moment, a sound came from the ceiling.

Miss No. 3's magic projection slowly fell from mid-air. The girl of Winged Man frowned, pinched the corner of the warrior's clothes, and said in a firm tone: "Jothia, I'm going too!"

"... Of course I won't refuse, but how do you go." Facing the extremely rare No. 3, it would be better to say that there was only this firm request since the meeting. The warrior naturally would not refuse. Anyway, as he was, even if Archbishop Atanis from the Cathedral of St. Lauren, took the entire Lord's Mansion with his apprentice, let alone bring one more person, but he was a little surprised: "Do you want me to bring your body over? This is a bit dangerous."

"It seems you forgot... Of course you don't need to bring it!" For some reason, No. 3's voice became a little dull, and the exquisite magic projection as delicate as a real person quickly dissipated, leaving only one sentence in the air: "I'll come here soon!"

Qiao Xiuya and Ying looked at each other. At this time, Rin, who heard the movement, also poked half of her face out of the study. The three of them were a little puzzled, and the young black hair said in a young voice: "This... Miss No. 3 should be saying 'come back soon', right?"

Everyone didn't know whether artificial intelligence had a mistake in grammar, but then, with the sound of extremely dull and heavy footsteps approaching the second floor step by step with the screams of the maids downstairs.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The roar of steel and the woe of the obsidian floor sounded together. In the shocked eyes of the Shenji brothers and the warriors - the steel girl with a living metal structure weighing 2,255 kilograms (and some other devices were installed), appeared in front of everyone. Wherever she passed, the stone slabs were broken and the stairs cracked. The entire lord's mansion was in chaos from the basement to the second floor.

"Jothia, this is your gift to me."

Humph, No. 3, who is petite but full of weight, controls his steel body, and puts his arms on his chest. She smiled and said, "I am a little tired of seeing the Northland. Take me to the imperial capital you have been talking about to take a look!"
Chapter completed!