Just when the two legendary wizards' faces were red as excited as children because of their own discoveries.

Just as Joshua continued to search for targets on the Black Sea Plain with the Black Dragon and the Flame Demon.

The Northern Empire, the ruler of the Empire, Emperor Isrell Delmond, wore an inconspicuous black ordinary costume and brought his two sons to a vast plain in the eastern part of the empire.

It was late at night, and the three of them rode their horses and moved slowly in the darkness. Even if the emperor in the head was as restrained as possible, he revealed a majesty as a mountain. It was precisely because of this that the beasts, monsters, and even some horse bandits wandering in the grassland gave up the idea of ​​taking action and obediently retreated back to their nest. Behind him, the second prince Dimore, with a cold face and a cautious seventh prince Alva, rode behind his father on a horse.

The prairie located on the southeast side of the Northern Empire has a very resounding name in the long past - the Breeding Plain, because this vast land is boundless from the perspective of ordinary people, and there are no mountains around it as reference. In addition, the legendary meteorites once fell here, which made the compass unable to operate. Therefore, if people who are not familiar with this place rashly enter it, they will undoubtedly be lost in this grassland that blurs direction and heaven and earth, and will not return.

But it's not now.

Because of the second pioneering order three hundred years ago, countless knights and declining nobles came to this land with their ambitions and desires, and countless refugees or adventurers who were unwilling to be ordinary for their lives. They used their lifelong efforts to build villages and towns, expanding the long border line of the empire little by little, turning the once unreturned plain into the "green sea grassland" that the local residents now call.

As vast as the ocean, this is the best description of this grassland, but even on such a plain, there are bumps and convexities. Now, in front of His Majesty the Emperor and his party is a sudden and bulging hill. It is said that under this hill is the meteorite that fell from the past, and similar hills have nearly a thousand places on the entire grassland. But Isrel obviously doesn't care. He drove his horse and brought his sons to the top of the hill.

On the other end of the hill, there is a calm and crescent-shaped lake. A river like a ribbon reflects rippling silver light under the illumination of the stars and moons. At one end of the river and lake, a quiet village is located here, with the lights in the village, which seem to be quiet and peaceful.

The father and son rode their horses and stood at the top of the hill. Isrel didn't say anything. He just stared at the small village quietly, with dark golden hair dancing with the wind. His Majesty the Emperor was pondering, and his two sons had their own thoughts.

The seventh prince Alva, the boy with long dark golden hair and sky blue eyes as his father, sighed a little tiredly. Until now, he still feels that his experience in recent days is a bit absurd.

Three days ago, after the spring celebration, the father, who had been missing for several months, came to him with his second brother. Isrell calmly asked the two to accompany him to "take a walk". Both Dimore and the young man certainly would not refuse his father's long-lost kind request, so he agreed simply and neatly, but what neither of them expected was that this "take a walk" would take three days.

In three days, he accompanied the Imperial Lord through many places, such as the Black Rock City full of mages and scholars, not far from the Imperial, such as the extremely prosperous flash gold capital located in the western border of the empire, and in addition to the southern fortresses, unmanned deserts, northern permafrost and coastal ports. With the power of legendary powerhouses and teleportation spells, they crossed a long distance that ordinary people could not go through in their lifetime in a few days, and set foot on the most conspicuous land of the entire empire.

Until now, they came to this vast green sea plain, next to this inconspicuous quiet fishing village.

No one knew what Isrel had. His majestic emperor had not said a word within three days. He just calmly took his two sons to all the land he ruled, leaving the two noble princes at a loss and could only silently guess his thoughts in his heart.

I can't guess. Thinking of this, the young Seventh Prince couldn't help but sigh again. What kind of character is his father? He was a legendary powerful man who made all their sons feel awe. He swept the contemporary emperor of the Orc clan who had been in trouble for five hundred years. If he didn't say his thoughts in person, who could guess what it was except Master Nostradamus? Who dared to guess the other party's thoughts?

On the contrary, his brother's thoughts could be easily guessed. Thinking of this in his heart, the young man quietly glanced at the indifferent young man who was steadily steering the war horse under him. Just so happened that the other party also glanced at his younger brother coldly. The two of them touched their eyes and turned their heads.

He hated himself. Alva thought so, the indifference as if he was not looking at a living creature was obvious. He wanted to kill himself.

This is simply normal. The Seventh Prince thought so because his mother died at the hands of his mother.

Isrell Delmond was the lord of the empire. Whether it was because of his status or his strength, he could not have only one person by his side. The imperial emperor succeeded to the throne was a period of cruel war. In order to win over the great nobles, he responded to many marriages without hesitation. This is the responsibility of an emperor, and harem struggles are also issues that no royal family can avoid. Everything is nothing to do with right or wrong, because everything is due to interests.

If anyone really made a mistake, then it was probably that his elder brother's mother's family fell due to a big defeat, but his mother happened to give birth to him. However, his mother had no children due to physical problems. One side was weak but became noble because of her offspring, and the other side was strong but was urgent because of her lack of a descendant. Everything happened so naturally.

This is also inevitable for Isrell. He has been fighting all year round and shouldering the fate of hundreds of millions of people in the empire. How could he always care about such "small things".

Therefore, it is natural for the second emperor to look at him, because of his mother's hatred, the competition for the throne, and various reasons, Alva could understand these, but he could not accept them.

The young boy was already a little tired of him. He was not tired of this brother who wanted to kill him. What he was tired of was a relationship that was obviously a brother and sister but had to plot against each other, the repressed and cruel environment of the royal family, the hatred imposed on him because of elders, and the mother who had to become the emperor himself - of course, the most annoying thing was his father who had never spoken a word and didn't know what he wanted to do.

He didn't want to be bound, he just wanted to live his own life, a life that was rich and poor, good and bad, high and low, and a life that belonged to Alva Delmond, not the second prince of the Empire.

At the same time, after looking at his younger brother, the second prince closed his eyes.

The warrior at the peak of gold is enough to be called a strong man, of course, Dimore can see the depression and boredom in the other party's eyes, but in fact, his heart is different from the other party's guess. The second prince's unexpected calmness is without any hatred.

Yes, the child's mother persecuted his mother to the point of desperate situation and could only commit suicide by taking poison, but so what? What can I get if I compete with a teenage child and entangle with my young brother? I can get nothing and nothing can be changed, because this is true for the royal family, and it has been like this for thousands of years.

The last words before his mother died were not resentful, but he just asked him to forget all this and live a good life. But Dimore could not forget. He could still recall his mother's stop breathing. It was a nightmare that was deeply rooted in the bottom of his heart, and it was also the pressure and motivation that urged him to fight hard. It was because his mother was taken away, so Dimore vowed that he would never be a weak person plundered by others in his life.

He wants to become strong, so powerful that no one can take away what he values, so powerful that he can change all this - he becomes the emperor, change the ignorant system of the royal family and even the empire, and correct the root of sorrow from the bottom. All those who prevent this goal are his enemies, and Dimore will never show mercy to the enemy.

Of course, before all this is achieved, he will charge some interest from the lofty "Queen".

And Isrell just stared at the small fishing village in front of him.

The fishing village has no name. In fact, most of the small villages in the Green Sea Grassland have no name. The simple locals will only call each other in general "the fishing village in Crescent Lake" and "the sheep village grazing in the east". In short, these strong and accustomed to grazing and fishing have a rough grassland style and have never cared about such small things.

The village by Crescent Lake is not big, with about two hundred families. The small houses built with stone wood are scattered on the gentle and solid land by the lake. There is a circle of thick and short earth walls made of mud as barriers. After all, the green sea grassland is vast, and there are indeed many undestroyed monsters in the center that few people explore to guard against. There is a simple small pier at the edge of Crescent Lake, surrounded by small fishing boats with simple workmanship. The center of the village has a stone church with equally simple workmanship, with the walls engraved with the emblem of the Seven Gods.

At this time, a group of people were arguing in front of the brightly lit church. While His Majesty the Emperor was watching this scene, he was also paying attention to his two sons.

They are different. His Majesty the Emperor calmly recalled his other descendants, and then nodded gently.

Totally different.

The eldest prince Abel wanted to become the emperor. His life and struggle were all for this goal. Whether it was to go to the eastern provinces to rule, or other secret plans and alliances, they were all for his successor.

The third prince Nadia, a cheerful little guy who was too lively and overly cheerful, wanted to become the second queen in the history of the empire, not because of anything else, but because she thought it was cool and extraordinary, so she did it and worked hard like this. Her younger brother, the sixth prince Adrian, and a somewhat feminine boy, have always unconditionally supported everything her sister did.

The seemingly stupid fourth prince Elvis actually has a deep mind, but he doesn't want to be an emperor at all. Isrell can see the purpose of this hidden little guy at first glance. He doesn't want to be bound by the throne disputes, so he simply dressed up as a threatening look, preparing to find an opportunity to travel the world and see those scenery that he had never seen before. The fifth prince Alfra, who has been hiding in the eastern plains and never came back, has a clear and simple desire - she likes magic, art, and beautiful young men, and she has no interest in the dark battles of the royal family, so she will never participate in it, and she will never even come back to see his father for a glance.

Isrell knew clearly the ambitions, desires and desires of all his descendants, so he knew that these people were not suitable to be emperors, at least not as emperors who could inherit the new era he created in his mind.

Only Dimore and Alva, only these two people have a desire to surpass the position of "Emperor".

One wants to not be dominated by anything, the other wants to change this gradually fixed world.

This is great. So Isrell likes them very much. He likes young people who are arrogant but ignorant, because it is precisely because of this unwilling heart that people can keep stepping on higher stairs. Young people should be arrogant - they have been thinking about fighting for power for many years, so the Delmond family does not need such vulgar descendants.

"Dimore, Alva."

The low and majestic voice interrupted the contemplation of the two princes. Isrell shouted the names of his descendants. This was the first time he had spoken in three days, so both the second and the seventh princes hurriedly raised their heads, staring at their father's back, waiting for his follow-up.

His Majesty the Emperor didn't say much. He just raised his hand, stood at the top of the hill, pointing to the small fishing village not far away, and whispered: "Look at this village."

"What do you think?"

Dimore and Alvacichi looked up and looked into the distance. The two princes were seriously observing the fishing village not far away. Their strength allowed them to see every detail in this small village. With the secret help of Isreir, they could even hear the quarrel between the two groups in front of the church in the center of the village.

The reason for the quarrel is simple and simple. There are two groups of fishermen in this small fishing village. The leaders of both sides compete for the leadership of the village and secretly attack each other. Not long ago, the leader of one side accidentally drowned in the lake because of carelessness a few days ago. The leader of the other side naturally would not miss this opportunity. Under many straightforward threats and persecutions, this group of people wanted to drive the entire family of the former competitor who died accidentally out of the village and completely eliminate this invisible threat.

Conspiracy and struggle at the country level, let alone the two princes who grew up in the royal family, even the rascals and tramps in big cities would not have any thoughts about such sparse and ordinary little things - it's too normal. Will people still sigh because the sun rises and moons fall every day?

But in contrast, both princes frowned.

"I think this is wrong." said the young Alva. He looked unhappy and was not afraid of the questioner being his father. He directly expressed his thoughts: "Competition is normal, but it is too much to kill all of them. I want to stop this."

"Silly infighting."

Dimore's answer was cold and straightforward: "I can't see what the meaning of this is when they cooperate."

Isrell nodded undeniably. He did not comment on whether his child's ideas were right or wrong, childish or simple. He just turned his head and continued to look at the center of the village. The fisherman who was still quarreling over trivial matters, said calmly: "For ordinary people, it is indeed meaningless behavior, but for the emperor, all this is my responsibility and fault."

"Why do they quarrel? Why do they compete? Why do one side kills after the other fails?"

He didn't care about the strange expressions of Dimore and Alva. There was no high point in the eyes of the dominant master of the empire. He just stared at the fishing village like an ordinary person and whispered: "Because of interests. You can understand such a small thing without me saying, but in the final analysis, it is because people's desires cannot be satisfied."

"As an emperor and a ruler, we should satisfy the desires of the people. If we want to eat, we should fill him up, we should wear clothes, we should destroy the enemy if we want to be peaceful, and we should provide him with a ladder if we want to go further. The emperor ruled thousands of people and had the greatest rights in the world, so the emperor should also have the greatest responsibility in this world."

Speaking completely opposite to all the kings and rulers in the world, the master of the Northern Empire looked dull: "In this fishing village, the ordinary and boring battle is a microcosm of the whole world. The same thing happens in any land under the sky. How to solve them and make them never happen again is the problem that I and Mr. Nostradamus have spent half their lives thinking about."

"Alva, there are thousands of things that are wrong in this world. If you can solve this problem, you cannot solve everything. Dimore, selfishness is the reason for the breaking of all cooperation, and it is also one of human nature. Not everyone is a sage."

Looking at his two sons who were still not very clear, Isrell shook his head. He knew that the next few words might be too early for them, but His Majesty the Emperor always felt that he didn't have enough time and couldn't help but want to tell them.

Just so happened that Dimore couldn't help but speak.

"So what should you do as an emperor? How can you change all this?" the young man asked urgently. After saying that, he realized that his tone was wrong. However, the second prince did not have the heart to correct his tone, but stared at his father seriously. He had a feeling that he had never really understood his father.

"As emperors, what you need to think about should not be superficial or correct or stupid, but should see the essence through phenomena."

Hearing this, Isrell chuckled and said calmly: "Since everything is related to interests, as long as the national strength is developed and the productivity is extremely abundant, and everyone can satisfy the most basic desires, then most of the struggles in the world will no longer exist."

"If you want to stop it, you will enact laws; if you want to eliminate it, you will develop national strength."

"This is the way of thinking of the king."

Looking at the thoughtful two sons, Isrell was a little relieved, but also helpless. He knew that it might take a long time to make these two little guys really understand their ideals, and they both ignored another thing.

That is, in this world, there are not only kings and people, but also great power belongs to themselves. One person is equivalent to a "strong man" in a military, a city or even a world.

It is useless to just become an emperor but have no strength. In addition to the way of kings, they also need to learn more about the "strong ones", but he is not familiar with those, because before the legendary strong ones, he was the imperial emperor first, his strength was not pure enough, and he did not understand certain concepts enough.

In the entire Mycrov continent, there is probably only one person's strength, pure and impurities free.
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