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Chapter 1063 Chapter 294. Death of the Councillor

The last time Montreal Mountain encountered an intruder was more than a hundred years ago.

The magic circle of Montreal Mountain was activated, and a huge magic shield covered the entire mountain.

The sound of ancient trumpets rang out everywhere, and fully armed knights rushed into the streets.

The imperial people, full of martial virtue, were ready for battle. The men picked up shovels and axes, the women picked up brooms and door bolts, and the gray-haired old men put on the armor that they polished day and night.

"We're just going to sit there and watch and do nothing?"

Annan was obviously talking to the little bat, but he adhered to the philosophy of "If you're not looking at me, you're not talking to me" and "If you're looking at me, just pretend you didn't hear me."

Looking at the Montreal Mountain that was on high alert, Annan couldn't help but worry: "The Councillor is too impulsive. If he is one of us, we can discuss how to retrieve the life box together."

"Didn't you say he was a mysterious man? That means in the future he saw, only by going there in person can Vitalig be resurrected."

"But what happens after that? Can you still let Vitalig go?"

Olin simply said, "It was the Councillor who invaded Montreal Hill, not Vitalig."

In any case, Vitalig has the blood of the Montreal Golden Family flowing in his veins, and is the most qualified to take over the Kingdom of Rekanel. Controlling him or winning him over can maximize the benefits, but the Councillor... The Empire is not a soft persimmon, but a hard muscle, and someone needs to be held accountable for this attack.

The best ending is to become a prisoner...

The Speaker of the Senate is a powerful legend. At least in Annan's rough estimation, he is roughly equivalent to two or three small bats, but he is obviously not enough to face the imperial capital of the empire.

There were constant flashes of light in the dark green shield covering the entire Montreal Mountain, and the battle was still going on.

The longer it is delayed, the slimmer the chances of becoming a parliamentarian.

Annan wanted to use the crystal, but the chairman of the parliament was his enemy, so he rescued him, and the conflict shifted to himself.

No matter how much the ancestors liked him, they would not tolerate him making a move on Montreal Mountain.

But if he does nothing, how should he face Olmedo...?
The Augusta family only had a few children left who needed her protection. Olmedo had no relatives to rely on.

When Annan couldn't help but smash the crystal, the magic shield on Mount Montreal suddenly disappeared.

The barrier that trapped them also disappeared.

"it's over?"

Annan looked at the calm Montreal Mountain and then at Oulin.

"I'll go take a look." She walked out.

"no need."

A young figure appeared outside the door. "Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Vitalig Montreal, the second prince of the Kingdom of Rekanel. Teacher Irwin has told me everything."

"He said you would help me take back the kingdom."

Annan looked at Vitalig. This was their first official meeting. “Why should I help you?”

Vitalig smiled bitterly: "I think so too. You've done a better job than me. Rather than maintaining a rotten country, the people of the kingdom are more willing to stand on your side..."

Perhaps because he had come back from the dead, Vitalig seemed very open-minded.

"But Ilwyn asked me to tell you that you are not ready to govern a country."

"Even though this country is extremely weak, it still has a population of nearly ten million. In the style of Liberty City, you will not abandon even a single civilian, right? Then the hundreds of times increase in population will have an unimaginable impact on Liberty City, just like a farmer having to feed the entire town."

It's like a person falling in love with a dragon.

"And the ratmen will not give up. My brother's position is in jeopardy. They will make a last-ditch effort. You also need to face the ratmen who are eager to try."

They were spreading plague in the east not long ago.

"Where's the Councillor?" Annan asked instead of asking directly. "In order to revive me, he fought with Mr. Irwin and the dean of the Royal School of Magic. Then, in order to escort me out and avoid being controlled by the Empire, he... took the initiative to attract everyone's attention and was besieged to death."

Vitalig showed his sorrow. He survived, but at the cost of the death of someone close to him...

Annan, Oulin, and the little bat were silent and could not calm down for a long time.

A legendary wizard in exchange for the heir to a kingdom...is it worth it?
Oulin thinks it’s worth it, the little bat thinks it’s not, and Annan... I don’t know.

He thought of countless possibilities: the six legends besieging the Senate President, the Senate President being corrupted by the ratmen, the Senate President colluding with the outside world to capture the new capital, the Senate President urging him to marry Olmedo and have children... He never thought that the Senate President would die at the hands of the Empire, and for Vitalig...

He gazed deeply at Vitalig, for whom the chairman had sacrificed his life.

The soul maintained the state he was in before his death: a well-tailored aristocratic suit, with the brown hair common to all Montreal families. He looked elegant and not offensive.

Vitalig's shadow was so deep that it was almost impossible to tell that he was a soul. It seemed that the fruit of corruption also had the effect of nourishing the soul.

Compared to his brother, Vitalig is a qualified heir just by appearance.

"I'll go to the city and ask around," Ou Lin said.

"be careful."

"It'll be fine. If he handles it cleanly... they won't know where he came from."

Orin is complicated, and her chivalry makes it difficult for her to regard the Senate President as an enemy, but he did slap the Empire in the face.

"By the way, tell our ancestors too."

Annan said, answering Oulin's confusion: "If we keep such an important matter secret from our ancestors, they might blame us."

"it is good."

Oulin went to tell the old ancestor who was dozing in the manor what had happened. The old ancestor just smiled and said, "I know," and let Oulin do his own thing.

Olin came to Montreal Mountain. The imperial court was searching everywhere for clues about the murderer, but they didn't have the courage to come to the ancestors.

On the other side, Annan continued to enter the portal: "Did the Councillor say anything?"

Vitalig said: Teacher Irwin asked me to tell you something: "Someone needs to be responsible for all this, so I must die."

"If I die, the Empire will let it go. Only if I die will you stop."

Annan didn't spend much time with the Speaker, but that's exactly what he would say.

The Senate President planned everything and sacrificed himself to protect the kingdom.

Annan frowned: "He is wrong, I am not such a petty person."

"I don't think that's what Mr. Irwin meant. He's atoning for the kingdom."

"If you want to atone for your sins, Kro is enough."

Vitalig just smiled bitterly. If possible, he would rather Teacher Irwin choose another path... The life box is placed in the empire, and there will be a chance sooner or later.

"Why do you call the councillor teacher?"

"It was Mr. Irwin who taught me etiquette when I was young."

Annan had asked all the questions he needed to ask, and the next thing was how to arrange for Vitalig, who was entrusted to him by the Speaker of the House of Representatives...

"I can't make the decision alone. So I'm going to send you to Liberty City to decide the fate of the kingdom there. Do you agree?" Annan said.

Faced with this situation, Vitalig said frankly without any hesitation:
"it is good."

(End of this chapter)