LOL: I'm a bad prince in Demacia

Chapter 245
It's getting dark.

Located in the dungeon of the royal capital.

In the dull atmosphere, several rhythmic footsteps sounded, echoing "da da da" in the empty corridor.

"Open the door."

"Yes!"

With two conversations.

The gate of the dungeon where the mage was imprisoned was slowly opened, and the light gradually shone in, gradually illuminating the silhouette of Silas, who was resting quietly against the wall.

Feeling the light source, Silas also opened his eyes and looked towards the entrance of the cell.

It was not the prince who appeared at the door.

It was another group of people who would not surprise him when they appeared here.

The leading man was dressed in a black robe, with an iconic mask on his face, and a gray stone medal on his chest. He had a burly figure and indifferent eyes.

It was the leader of the Demonseekers, Eldred.

And behind him, there are several demon seekers in the same dress.

After the cell door was opened, the demon hunters didn't speak, and there was a dead silence in the cell.

In such silence, the magic seeker started to act.

The cell door was opened, and soon two demon hunters controlled Silas. Silas did not struggle, and his calm eyes seemed to be accustomed to such things.

Eldred walked into the cage, and slowly took out a copper needle. The front end of the needle shone coldly under the light of the fire, making his eyes even more indifferent.

When the needle pierced Silas' arm, the tingling made his hand a little harder.

He looked inside the needle tube, it was gradually filled with his blood, and then he pulled it out mercilessly.

Then a mageseeker went up and dabbed some potion on the needle hole in Silas's arm, stopping the blood from spilling out.

Throughout the whole process, there was no communication, and several demon hunters turned and left the cage.

All this, in the past ten years, Silas has lost count of how many times it happened.

Of course he knew why he was able to survive now.

Demacia, a country that is strict with self-discipline, has a very strict attitude towards criminals, and there are many types of death penalty.

And when he lost control of his magic power and accidentally killed a team of demon hunters, he had already discovered a serious mistake.

Not to mention, he implicated many innocent people on the way to escape.

Even if he was underage at that time, he should not be able to escape the death penalty.

But he survived and was sentenced to life imprisonment. It was as simple as passing through this dark dungeon.

As for the reason, it is also very simple.

Because he can't die so worthless.

Silas has a special ability to perceive magic, which is why he was later reused by the magic seekers. This ability can be said to be very important to the magic seekers.

Even experienced magic seekers, in many cases, cannot judge whether a person is a mage just by eyes.

But Silas can, he only needs one glance to confirm.

So this ability can be said to be even more powerful for the demon seekers on the road to arresting mages.

This is just one of them. What these magic hunters value more about him is the reason why his magic power lost control that day.

So, he survived.

The demon seekers seem to want to use some means to reproduce his abilities, and regularly come to test his blood, hair, toenails, and sometimes even skin.

This is why Silas once wanted to die.

But then he figured it out, he couldn't just die like this.

He wants to live to see the day when his countrymen are liberated.

At this time, he remembered what the prince said.

Jarvan III decided to pardon all mages.
The voice of these words lingered in his mind. One second before the cell door closed, Silas saw another fellow mage, who was pushed in, with a helpless, terrified and desperate expression.

He couldn't help thinking, if what the prince said was true, the third king decided to pardon all the mages in Demacia.

Will that day really come?
The cell was back in darkness, the chains were shaking, Silas was leaning against the wall again, a pair of black eyes were quite clear in the darkness.

For countless days and nights before, he leaned here like this, his thoughts were messy, he wanted to yell like crazy, from the initial panic and fear to the later anger and hatred, he was accompanied by the chirping sounds of mice and reptiles every day.

All the time, the hatred in my heart is accumulating.

Even now, he still hates it.

It's just that he began to think in this hatred.

Perhaps it was because of the prince, who gave up his intention to die when he was extremely close to death, and then had the opportunity to read books. Although the contents of those books were varied, they also gave him a better understanding of the outside world.

He started thinking about more things every day and night, keeping his brain active.

Then, he saw the sky and smelled the breath of freedom.

It is undeniable that at that moment, Silas had a feeling of being alive.

When the blue sky came into view and the fresh air floated into his nostrils, even though the shackles on his body were still heavy, he felt that he was reborn.

Freedom he must be free again!

Located in the south of Wangdu.

The old house of the Chambers family.

As an old-fashioned family, Chambers can be regarded as quite out of the door. In the early years, he followed the king of Demacia and made great achievements. After that, he has been standing in the top fashion. The family is also full of talents.

Now that the main house of the Chambers family has moved, the old house looks empty and quiet.

However, as always, the footprint is very large.

As the sky darkened, several carriages slowly stopped at the entrance of the old house.

Several nobles walked down one after another, and the leader was Stuart Chambers, one of the two noble representatives.

After they got off the car, they didn't talk, they walked towards the old house, and then entered a main house.

In the living room, two young maids were serving a half-haired, nearly sixty-year-old man. When they saw someone coming, they quickly got up and left the living room.

Seeing the maid leave from the corner of the eye, Stewart sat down on the sofa opposite and said, "Uncle, Jarvan IV returned this afternoon, and the III hereby called a meeting."

Sitting opposite him was his uncle, Russell Chambers, from whom he inherited his current position.

For the old man in front of him, Stewart can be said to be very respectful and deeply influenced by him.

Upon hearing this, Russell said, "What was said at the meeting?"

"It's mainly about Jarvan IV and the one from the Crown Guard family. Jarvan IV was awarded the title of admiral for his meritorious service. Then there is the deployment at the Gate of Sorrow. Other things are insignificant."

Stuart gave a brief report, and then said: "Uncle, from my point of view, the second prince's performance on the border this time is even more prominent than that of Jarvan IV. It seems that his important decision has affected the direction of the situation."

When mentioning the second prince, Russell's old eyes flickered, and he said to himself: "It seems that I have heard more and more things about the second prince recently."

Stuart said: "Yes, he seems to have overshadowed Jarvan IV in the limelight. In recent months, most of the discussions among the people in the capital have been about him."

Russell looked at him and asked, "What do you think of this?"

Stuart thought for a while and returned: "I think the third generation seems to have made a lot of plans for him. In my opinion, this is more like paving the way for him."

Russell listened and picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip slowly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Stuart continued: "As far as I know, the second prince has basically been idle since he came to the capital. He himself is like the fourth generation, and he doesn't often show up among the people, but his life and affairs are completely different from the fourth generation."

"But if you think about it carefully, what he has done along the way is suppressing beast tides, cults, the chaos of ghosts in the border waters, and the current war on the border. No matter what kind of thing, his corresponding methods are extraordinary. In my opinion, he has been prepared for a long time, just like a prophet."

Stuart's words fell.

The few people around also began to think carefully.

This is indeed true, these few things can be regarded as rare major events, but the second prince always seems to be able to deal with emergencies better.

It stands to reason that he returned from a black family, and his performance was too eye-catching.

Based on these things alone, the second prince's limelight once overshadowed Jarvan IV.

"Is it a prophet?"

When Russell heard these words, a smile appeared on his old face: "These things are not possible to be predicted, but they can be predicted in advance."

Confusion flashed across Tuart's face, and he asked, "What does uncle mean?"

"Whether it's the cult, or the black mist and war on the border, there will be signs before it happens. Or the third generation is very likely, so we should be aware of it early."

Russell spoke slowly, causing Stuart, who was sitting opposite him, to stare slightly.

"Uncle means that the third prince knew about these things a long time ago." He said, thinking for a few seconds slowly, and said to himself: "The way the second prince discovered the cult is indeed a bit weird. He was able to go straight to the cult that no demon hunters had found. And with the early support of the fearless pioneer, if the third prince knew the location of the cult from the beginning, it seems that it can be said."

Thinking about it this way, the brains of him and those around him became clearer.

Jarvan III was indeed a capable monarch. If it was him, it would be normal for these things to happen.

After all, although the second prince did seem to have some talent, but what he said recently was a bit too extraordinary.

If once was a coincidence, many times certainly not.

It can only show that when he was doing these things, there were people behind him who were pushing the flames.

Taking a closer look, after these things were over, the second prince's reputation soared all the way. Looking at Demacia now, who doesn't know his name?
In the eyes of everyone, he was already a prince no less than Jarvan IV.

This was the purpose of Jarvan III.

"In other words, the third prince is indeed paving the way for the second prince?"

Although Stuart's tone was doubtful, he had already confirmed it in his heart. He couldn't help but look up and look at Russell, who was always downplaying his expression: "Uncle, it's possible that the third generation is going to let him go."

Having said that, he didn't continue.

But everyone here knows it well.

From this point of view, it is very likely that Jarvan III wants to further cultivate this youngest son who was lost and found in exile.

Maybe because of his guilt at the beginning, he planned to let the second prince sit on the throne?

Before the appearance of these two princes, Jarvan IV's throne was basically a certainty. Even after he returned for a period of time, no one thought that his position would be shaken.

But now, it seems that this is not the case.

The one who can decide the next successor to the throne will always be Jarvan III.

"Now it seems that that person does have this idea. But it has not been implemented yet, and everything is not conclusive."

A look of curiosity rose on Russell's face: "With the personality of the third prince, he should always be stable. I am a little curious about the second prince. After all, if he is really idle as you said, even if it is because of guilt, the third prince will not think so. This shows that he must have something, and he is very good."

A young and handsome face flashed in Stuart's mind, and he still had a very clear impression of the second prince.

When he was in the conference hall, he single-handedly changed the decision of Hei Mist.

After thinking for a while, Turt said: "The second prince is indeed talented. It's just that I don't know much about it. After all, it has been less than a year since his return."

Russell nodded slightly, and said, "If I have time, I would like to see him."

"Uncle can see you anytime you want, and the second prince has been in and out of the palace very frequently recently."

As Stewart said, he remembered something, and said, "Also, has uncle noticed recently that the third generation is secretly investigating what happened back then?"

What happened back then was naturally related to the second prince's mother, who is now the empress.

Hearing this, Russell smiled faintly: "I had the strongest objection back then, and naturally I was noticed by the third emperor. I was summoned to the palace a few days ago, so there is no need to worry about it."

He still remembers clearly what happened back then.

No matter how much the third generation investigates this matter, nothing can be found out.

So, don't worry about it at all.

"That's good." Stewart nodded reassuringly, and said again: "There is one more thing. The third king mentioned before that he intends to pardon all the mages in Debon. Although the ministers opposed it at the time, it was nothing."

"However, according to my observations, the third generation seems to have made efforts in secret, and the actions of the demon seekers have become more and more restricted. If this continues, I am afraid that it will not be long before the pardon order is really implemented."

His expression was a little dignified at the moment.

When Russell heard this, his eyes were also fixed: "This matter really needs to be taken seriously. Demacia has been fighting demons for so many years, how can it be changed because of a rash decision."

Stewart asked: "But in my opinion, the third generation seems to have a firm intention and will not change it easily."

Russell didn't answer this time, he drank the tea in the cup slowly, his twinkling eyes seemed to be thinking.

Sitting opposite each other, no one disturbed them.

The night talk is still going on.

An hour later, Stewart and others left the old house.

(End of this chapter)