When An Fei and Ernest returned to Thor's house, they had just stepped into the door and were invited directly to the living room by the old housekeeper with a worried look. I don't know what happened, Niya and Thor's students gathered in the living room, and the atmosphere seemed particularly depressing. Niya leaned her cheek with her hands, her eyes were blank and staring at the front, and there were tears left in the corners of her eyes. Chris Ting, who was usually very cheerful, covered her face with her hands and sobbed softly, while Brave was whispering something beside Chris Ting, probably trying to persuade her.

"What happened?" An Fei felt a chill in his heart. Out of the assassin's instinct, he always likes to think about things that can make the atmosphere so depressing... Thor? Could it be that something happened to Thor?!

"Master An Fei, haven't you heard the death knell?"

"Death knell?" An Fei and Ernest looked at each other. Could it be that the bell sound came from Mount San Broncico? I heard it at that time, but neither of them took the bell seriously.

"Your Majesty... has returned to the embrace of heaven." The old butler sighed.

"Really..." An Fei sighed relieved instead. His Majesty, Your Highness, has nothing to do with him. Just die, as long as Thor has nothing to do with him.

Niya, who was on the other side, breathed a sigh of relief, and she felt very sad. Since she had a memory, Yulande treated her as if she was her own daughter, and cared for her very much. Even if Niya caused some trouble, Thor pretended to criticize her for his sake, but Yulande didn't care about that, and no one could feel sorry for Niya in front of him!

Chris' sob sound became louder and his shoulders were trembling constantly. An Fei saw that everyone's expression was very sad. If it were only me who was plain, it would be not very good. He quickly put on a painful expression, lowered his head and started to "silence". Compared to acting, the people here are far inferior to An Fei.

The news of Urand's death spread throughout the holy city like a gust of wind. Speaking of Urand's death, it was very bizarre. The magic teleportation array had a mutant change. Urand, who walked into the teleportation array, disappeared without a trace, and there was not even a single hair left. The four personal guards responsible for guarding the teleportation array were also affected, and they were all bombed to death, and none of them lived.

In the past, only the king had the right to mobilize the Wei Rong troops in the Holy City, but now no one is in charge of the overall situation. If this situation is delayed for a few days, it will inevitably cause riots. Fortunately, Miolic has always been prestigious in the army. He is also a powerful golden knight. He quickly grasped the command of the Wei Rong troops and issued martial law orders to control the situation in the entire Holy City.

On the top of Mount San Broncico, there is a large artificial platform. There is a spectacular dome on it, engraved with vivid reliefs. Near the railings, there is a high-backed seat made of warm jade. In front of the seat is a huge eagle carved with stones. This is the "creative" of Jurande. Even the eagle soaring in the sky must crawl in front of him, symbolizing his ability and ambition.

In the past, Yuland liked to sit on this chair and watch the scenery of the Holy City. At this moment, the person sitting on it was replaced by the eldest prince of the Mao Empire, West.

The magic circle on the platform suddenly became brighter, and West's close friend Brufid showed his figure from the magic circle and walked slowly towards West.

"Your Highness..."

"I said, don't bother me!" West said in a hoarse voice.

A sarcastic look flashed in Brufid's eyes, and then it turned into sadness: "Your Highness, I know you are sad, but now is not the time to be sad! Do you know? You are about to have a disaster!!"

"Whether it's a disaster or a blessing, don't bother me again, please!"

"You..." Brufid sighed and stood silently behind West.

I don't know how long it took, but West slowly closed his eyes, and a crying and laughing expression appeared on his face: "When I was very young, my father often came here with me and told me some fables that could inspire me. Let's look at the moon, the stars, and the lights of this holy city. I remember my father said... One day in the future, these are mine! Haha... I am too young and I don't know anything, and I ask my father, are the moon and the stars also mine? My father smiled and replied that everything belongs to me."

Brufid didn't speak, he knew that he should be a good listener at this time.

"Later I grew up and had two younger brothers around me. I don't know when, but I had a deep prejudice against Grandon and Rodhart. I'm afraid... I'm afraid that one day, what my father promised me would be taken away by them!"

"After hearing the news of my father's death, I suddenly understood why people should do this. Only after they are lost will they know how to cherish it!" West suddenly stood up and pounded the ground with his magic wand excitedly: "What's good here? Tell me, what's good here?! Looking down at the holy city and looking down at the entire earth will bring me?"

"Your Highness, don't be too excited." Brufid advised slowly.

"Excited? Haha...what do you want me to do? Will you continue to be my prince as if nothing happened?"

"Your Highness, I don't know if I should say something." Brufid hesitated for a moment: "Your Majesty is indeed a rare wise ruler. His talents and wisdom are not comparable to those of you. The Maho Empire is as powerful as today, which is inseparable from Your Majesty's ability. But... Your Majesty, can you know why Your Majesty can reach this level today?"

"Speak on." West said lightly.

"Because your Majesty has fighting spirit in his heart!" Brufid said in a solemn tone: "And you, my Highness, you have lost your fighting spirit!"

"What the hell do you want to say?!"

"The accident happened so suddenly. Your Majesty did not leave any last order. You now tell everyone that Your Majesty has chosen you as the heir, but... who would believe it? Will Rodhard, who holds a principality, believe you, or will Grandon, who holds the military power on the front line, believe you? My Highness, there is a fire burning under your throne, but you are immersed in the news of Your Majesty's death and you are powerless to extricate yourself. Soon, the flame will swallow you!"

West sat down slowly, his face pale, obviously, Brufid's words hit him in pain.

"Your Highness, you said that you have always had a deep prejudice against Grandon and Rodhart. So, do they have prejudice against you? You should know it in your heart, right?"

West smiled bitterly. People are not wood. When a person faces a smile, he will always give him a smile. When a person feels the other person's hostility, he will naturally respond with the same hostility. West himself knows what his two younger brothers are towards him! But who can blame this? He took the initiative to destroy the originally very harmonious brotherhood.

"Your Highness, you have disappointed me very much. From the perspective of a friend, I will advise you at the end, since you already know that people only know how to cherish after losing it, then why not cherish the present? Do you want to try the taste of regretting the second time?" After Brufid said that, he turned around and walked towards the magic teleportation array.

"Brufid, what are you going to do?" West asked in surprise.

"Your Highness, I have finished what I should say, and I have finished what I should do. You don't want to consider my opinion at all. Is it meaningful for me to stay here?" Brufid smiled and walked towards the magic teleportation array again.

"Wait, Brufid! What do you... want me to do?"

A smug smile appeared on Brufid's face. He knew that West would never let him go. The helpless West could not have friends!

"Your Highness, are you willing to listen to my advice?" Brufid slowly turned over.

"Brufid, tell me, what should I do now?"

"What you want to do is very simple. First of all, you must make yourself full of fighting spirit! Think about it, my Highness, you have lost your father. Do you still want to watch the power left to you by His Majesty and let others take it away?!"

"No!!" West answered very firmly.

"Next, you have to find a way to spread the news that you have inherited the throne and seek recognition from people. Of course, your enemy will jump out and firmly oppose you. All you have to do is find the most powerful enemy and defeat him quickly!"

"Enemy..." West smiled bitterly. Brufid's words were nonsense, and there was no specific way.

"Your Highness!" Brufid kept paying attention to West's expression: "Who do you think will pose the greatest threat to you?"

"Who do you think it is?" asked West back.

"Grandon! He now has more than 200,000 troops and has received the help of the great magician Thor. I think he poses the greatest threat to you."

"What did you ask me to fight against Grandon? Army? Now the guards in the Holy City are controlled by Miolic. Are you sure that he will stand on our side?"

"I'm not sure, it depends on you to fight for it." Brufid shook his head: "But Grandon is not as terrible as you think!"

"What do you... mean?"

"Your Majesty's affairs are too sudden for us, and for Grandon, he will not be prepared, and your Highness should not forget how much influence the great magician Thor has in the Mao Empire!"

"It's because of Thor that I'm worried! If Grandon was the only one, he wouldn't be able to let more than 200,000 troops follow him!"

"Your Highness, what if Thor would stand on our side?"

"This is impossible!" West was stunned and shook his head, "Sol has always admired Grandon very much, and Niya has been the best with Grandon since he was a child. The last time I met Niya, I deliberately said something about Grandon, and Niya almost turned against me."

"Your Highness, where is Nya? Where are Grandon and Thor?"
Chapter completed!