Alien world

Chapter 256 109. Civil Disturbance
Vitalig patted the letter in front of Asimov:
"The Ratmen are heading north, we have to do something!"

The thin palm in the exquisite mage's robe picked up the letter.The vicissitudes of the old mage looked at it, and smiled: "The taste of being proficient in the common language... Vitalig, the young king of the North, like you, doesn't like learning."

"What are the southern kingdoms doing? They let the filthy ratmen set foot on human territory!?"

"You are the prince, not the crown prince and the king." Asimov refolded the letter paper along the creases, "We have no right to participate in politics. Whether we do it or not and how we do it must be decided by the eldest prince."

"Crow? What else can he do besides playing with women!" Vitalig hurriedly paced back and forth on the tower: "I can't just sit idly by... The kings of the north who are stationed in the north are all worried about the king's capital, We didn't do anything... He was not reminding us, but questioning us. They stationed the northern border for us, but they were betrayed by a group of extravagant nobles behind their backs!"

"Forget it if you don't help, I'll go find someone else!"

Vitalig got the letter back, thinking he had the wrong guy.Not long after, a carriage with the royal emblem on it drove out of the castle and entered the royal city without any hindrance.

In front of the Imperial Guard's mansion, Vitalig jumped out of the carriage and rushed into the mansion's office.

"Uncle, look at this!"

"Vitalig..." the easy-going middle-aged man sitting behind the table said helplessly: "A qualified member of the royal family who is familiar with etiquette is so impatient..."

"You are more anxious than me after reading it!" Vitalig pushed the letter paper in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man quietly read the content on the paper, and looked at Vitalig with deep eyes: "What do you want to do?"

"Let the kingdom unite against the Ratmen!"

"You know my nephew, your brother's character...he won't do anything until he gets rid of his competitors."

Vitalig's fist clenched and relaxed: "What if I am willing to give up the throne?"

"Give up? You shouldn't think so, Vitalig, you shouldn't hand over your rights to others." The guard officer of the Kingdom of Rikaner, Vitalig's uncle whispered:
"If they don't give it to you, then go get it yourself..."

……

In the royal city palace, the acting king and the eldest prince leaned on the jewel-encrusted throne, listening to the quarrel of the courtiers boredly.

The elves gave up the Southern Elven Pass, and the Ratmen broke through without attacking; the Dwarves gave up the Black Iron Mountains in the South, and the Ratmen drove straight in;

It's dangerous, it's troublesome, it's... boring.

Only when an uninvited guest broke into the palace, did the eldest prince slightly open his eyes.

"My brother..."

Vitalig straightened his chest, and glanced contemptuously at the frightened and restless nobles in the hall.The two captains of the Praetorian Guard stood behind him, giving him courage.

"You screwed up..."

The emotion called calm made Vitalig's mind clearer than before: "The Ratman clan is heading north, only one step away from the frontier, and you are still fighting for the throne, power, and wealth!"

"What do you want to say? Vitalig. What do you want to do?" asked the Praetorian standing at the front of the palace.

"The King of the North told me that the Ratmen in the south are a whole clan of Ratmen, not a group of Ratmen."

"You're lying!" the fat prince exclaimed in horror.

"This group of Ratmen crossed the Strait of Obiris. From south to north, the entire Violet Kingdom fell, and everyone in the country and city-state along the way was in danger. You actually think they are just a group of Ratmen?"

The tall, lanky earl said, "I think Frey means... that the King in the North is lying."

"Lying? My aunt Lindong praised him personally."

"...Are you talking about a boy from the Reeves family?" Millers Bernard of the Bernard family, one of the twelve northern kings, was surprised, and was interrupted by a scream next to him:

"Vitalig! You are adultering nobles! What are you trying to do!"

"Aristocratic fornication? Not anymore from today."

Vitalig stepped forward, unwavering, and when he was about to step up the steps, the cold sword edge was pressed against his neck—two spears blocked the way in front of Vitalig, leaving a bloodstain.

The eldest prince on the throne lowered his eyes lazily: "You can't take it anymore, my brother..."

Vitalig ignored the eldest prince and the guards, he looked at the guards in disbelief: "Uncle..."

"I'm sorry, Second Prince, I can't just sit back and watch your treasonous deeds bring shame to the Montreal Gold Family." The silent guard said.

The eldest prince left the throne and stepped down the steps step by step.

"My despicable brother... do you know what the consequences are?" Vitalig looked at him coldly as he walked forward.

"The consequence is...the second prince, Vitalig, rebelled and set off riots."

"You are wrong." Vitalig stared at him full of hatred: "It was the Montreal family that was removed from the northern border, and the orthodox belonged to the Tatum Empire..."

"It's you who's wrong, my stupid brother..." The eldest prince whispered close to Vitalig's ear, "Do you really think that the Ratman clan will go north for no reason..."

Those pale gold pupils shrank and oscillated.

"you……"

Vitalig's shock was swallowed up by the black blood gushing from his throat, and he staggered to the ground. His young body hunched up in pain, and after a few convulsions, he completely lost his vitality.

"The second prince, Vitalig, colluded with the Ratman and the nobles, failed in the rebellion, and committed suicide by taking poison... Since he is my younger brother, a member of the Montreal family... just kill his subordinates and confiscate all his property. ..." The eldest prince sighed and said, "Oh, and the king of the north who advised the rebels, bring him back and bury him with my younger brother."

The tired eldest prince turned around and returned to the throne, continuing to lazily and boredly look down at all the living beings in the palace.

……

A march of cries and chaos creeps toward the castle,
On the high tower, the young girl lying in front of the window looked at Asimov anxiously: "Teacher... what should we do..."

Asimov handed a wooden box to the girl: "Go to the north...to find the King of the North, His Royal Highness Vitalig has helped him, and the disaster was caused by his letter...Let him protect you."

"What about you?"

"If I stay, they will let you go." Asimov tapped the table, and the radiance of magic enveloped the girl. "Save the wooden box, it's the key to getting everything back on track."

After a flash of magic, the girl disappeared into the tower room.

bang——

At this time, the original wooden door was knocked open, and the guards in armor appeared in front of the door.

"Master of Epic, Mr. Asimov, curator of the Great Library, we have ordered you to be arrested on behalf of the king."

"You guys kill it," he said.

(End of this chapter)