Troll Palace.
In the dead of night, there is a faint fragrance in the air, which is the fragrance of blue bell flowers.
This kind of flower is one of the few flowers that can grow under the extreme climatic conditions of the ice sheet of the sky. When it blooms, it looks like a vast blue ocean.
Therefore, it has also become the national flower of the troll empire.
Prince Okamoto stood in front of the window, looking at the faint light outside, wondering what he was thinking.
The fragrance of blue bell flowers penetrated into his nose continuously, gradually calming his restless mind.
"Your Highness, aren't you going to bed yet?" Princess Nora appeared behind him and asked softly.
"Go to sleep first." Prince Okamoto turned around and smiled.
"Okay." Nora nodded obediently and quietly withdrew.
This troll princess, who was born in the offshoot of the St. Hilde family, lived cautiously in this foreign country, but fortunately, Prince Okamoto treated her well.
The only thing that makes Nora wonder whether to be happy or worried is that Prince Okamoto has never touched her.
To be honest, of course Nora couldn't accept the appearance of a troll, but if she couldn't give birth to an heir for Prince Okamoto, she felt that she had nothing to rely on in this cold palace.
When she heard that the Black Cavalry had attacked under the royal city, and even beheaded Modo II, Nalaruo said that it was impossible not to be excited, but at the same time, she also felt a deep fear—
The troll wouldn't take out his anger on her, would he
She didn't dare to confide these words to Prince Okamoto, because she understood that although the young southern prince respected her on the surface, this respect was more of a respect and alienation.
Of course, Prince Okamoto didn't know about the troubles of the princess, but even if he knew, he probably wouldn't care.
At this time, he has his own troubles.
Prince Okamoto stared at the darkness in front of him, his deep eyes seemed to penetrate the darkness and find the figure he was waiting for.
"His Highness Okamoto, good evening."
Finally, an old voice sounded behind Prince Okamoto.
In an instant, Prince Okamoto was refreshed and his eyes lit up.
"Master Squein, good evening!"
A troll in a black witch doctor robe was standing quietly behind Prince Okamoto. He was covered in a dark green mist, and he couldn't see his face clearly. He could only be judged from his old voice. should be very old.
Seeing this Squeen witch doctor, Prince Okamoto's attitude instantly became extremely respectful.
Because, this is the leader of the War God Church of the Troll Empire—White Wolf Witch King.
The status of witch doctors in the troll empire is similar to that of priests in the glorious empire. They don't have much combat power, but they firmly control the beliefs of thousands of people in the troll empire, and they also control the gods of the troll warriors. professional inheritance.
Although the White Wolf Witch King lived in seclusion, he never participated in the politics of the troll empire, and he was never seen even when foreign enemies invaded.
However, if he really shows up, it will definitely have a great impact on the political situation of the troll empire.
What's more, the coronation ceremony of the troll emperor will also be presided over by the White Wolf Witch King Squinn.
"I heard that Modo II died at the hands of the Black Cavalry Army?"
Squeen's voice was very deep, but it was clearly heard by Prince Okamoto, and it even had a shocking effect.
"Yes, His Majesty was unfortunately beheaded by Colin Angelet." Prince Okamoto replied honestly.
"En." Squeen nodded, his tone didn't fluctuate too much, as if he didn't care about it, "Then who do you think is more suitable to inherit the throne?"
Faced with such a straightforward question from the White Wolf Witch King, Prince Okamoto felt a little uncomfortable, but he quickly adjusted his mentality and said respectfully:
"I think Prince Abbas is more suitable to be the next emperor of the empire."
Squinn didn't speak, and his cold eyes lingered on Prince Okamoto's face, as if he was examining something.
The long silence made Prince Okamoto's heart start to tremble. He even felt that the gaze of the White Wolf Witch King was as real as a poisonous snake running back and forth across his body.
Finally, Squeen withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "You should know Prince Abbas's political orientation, right? Do you really think that a weak prince who advocates human culture should inherit the throne of the empire?"
Prince Okamoto's face remained unchanged, and he responded: "My lord, I think that under the current situation, it may be the best choice to reach a temporary settlement with the northern border.
What's more, the northern border is now falling into civil strife. It is still unclear whether the St. Hilde family can hold on to the status of the master of the northern border. At this time, we should temporarily avoid its edge and recuperate. "
Squeen was silent for a while before asking: "Prince Abbas is in charge of the peace talks with the Black Cavalry now?"
"Yes, and His Highness Abbas has made some progress, and the Black Cavalry Army has made some concessions again."
"Really? It seems that Colin Angelet is doing Prince Abbas a lot of face." There was no emotion in Squeen's tone.
"Of course, the Black Cavalry is also anxious to go back to deal with the chaos in the northern border, and they don't want to waste time here. Prince Abbas's consistent political stance will also help to quickly reach a peace agreement. After all, Viscount Angelet also I would love to see Prince Abbas on the throne."
"Hmph! When will the Troll Empire consider the opinions of the northerners?" Squeen said coldly, and before Prince Okamoto could speak, he asked another seemingly irrelevant question. : "Prince Okamoto, you don't have any heirs yet, right?"
"not yet."
"That's just right. Modo II's son is still young, so he must be educated. Why don't you adopt him as an adopted son and teach him well."
Prince Okamoto seemed to realize something, his heart skipped a few beats, and he quickly responded: "Okay, I will try my best to be a qualified father."
Squinn nodded in satisfaction, and then said casually: "I hope you can not only become a good father, but also a good emperor."
"What?" Prince Okamoto looked up in surprise.
"Yes, I will recommend you to inherit the throne." The smoke around Squeen quietly dissipated, revealing a wrinkled face.
The deep eyes are full of encouragement to Prince Okamoto.
"But...but... After all, I just buried a hundred thousand troops, and caused His Majesty Modo II to die outside the royal city..."
"Strictly speaking, the responsibility for these failures should not be borne by you alone. What's more, I can accept an emperor who stumbles, but I can never tolerate an emperor who grovels!"
Squinn's eyes instantly became sharp: "If Prince Abbas is really allowed to inherit the throne, I'm afraid it won't be long before the Troll Empire will become a vassal state of the Glorious Empire, and even the noble blood of the Volkin family They will all be stained with human blood!"
Prince Okamoto lowered his head, as if he couldn't bear Squeen's eyes, and said solemnly: "My lord, I understand what you mean. Please rest assured, I will never touch that human princess!"
Squinn nodded in relief, and comforted him again: "You don't have to worry about the obstacles that your previous failures will bring to you. I will help you persuade those troll nobles one by one. The Demon Empire can endure a temporary defeat, but it must not just break its spine!"
Prince Okamoto trembled all over, straightened his waist involuntarily, looked straight into the sharp eyes of the White Wolf Witch King, and said loudly:
"Yes, I will always remember your teachings!"
(end of this chapter)