“In this crown prince selection, someone has finally decided to make a move after all.”
Although Levi didn’t have exact evidence, he had read plenty of novels.
With a foolish type like his predecessor, in the crown prince selection, he would definitely be the first one targeted and wiped out.
You’re telling me the other princes and princesses wouldn’t make a move against him?
Even Levi himself wouldn’t believe that.
Levi’s words made both Isabella’s and Trist’s pupils dilate by a circle.
No matter how slow-witted they were, they already understood that whether it was Wintertown’s food crisis, the full thousand refugees outside the town, or the long-delayed disaster relief grain…
perhaps none of these were coincidences.
Someone was meddling behind the scenes.
“As a prince flowing with the blood of Windsor, do you truly believe that this king is a trash who only knows how to live in debauchery and make merry?”
“Have you never wondered why, after my mother, Queen Windsor, died, I had to disguise myself like this?”
Hearing Levi’s statement, Isabella’s and Trist’s pupils trembled violently.
The truth behind Queen Windsor’s death was shrouded in mystery, and the killer was nowhere to be found.
Now brought up again by Levi, the two of them only felt exceptionally heavy.
Everything from the past…
was it a disguise…
Recalling all the bastardly deeds Levi had committed before, those things didn’t look like acting at all!
If everything Levi said was true, then the depth of the Sixth Prince’s scheming and the excellence of his acting skills were simply too terrifying.
Isabella maintained a skeptical attitude toward this; at the very least, she still needed to continue observing.
If what Levi did next truly differed from the past by heaven and earth, then Isabella would genuinely change her view of him.
She would be willing to acknowledge Levi as her Lord.
Compared to Isabella, Trist was already shedding tears of an old man.
Having witnessed the “magic” displayed by Levi and sincerely hoping for his well-being, Trist felt that his decades of effort had not been in vain. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
Queen Windsor!
Have you seen this?!
I have successfully raised your child into a man!
Your child is not what the world sees him to be!
He is an outstanding heir who possesses your bloodline!
Levi naturally noticed the skeptical emotion flashing across Isabella.
But he didn’t say anything.
After all, if she believed him just because he said a few words casually, then this Female Knight would simply be too brainless.
Levi remembered how novels and anime always said that big breasts meant no brains, but looking at it now, Isabella had shattered this stereotype.
It was fine; impressions were changed bit by bit.
He had plenty of time to conquer this Female Knight.
Levi seemingly casually tucked the red flower in his hand onto the Female Knight’s head.
The vibrant red flower matched Isabella’s red hair very well.
Levi rubbed his chin and nodded with satisfaction.
“Not bad.”
He patted Isabella on the shoulder,
“Go on. I believe you will handle all of this well.”
Isabella slightly lowered her head and drooped her eyes,
“Yes.”
…
Northern border, Winterhold.
Compared to Wintertown’s dilapidated and antiquated appearance, Winterhold was like an entirely different world.
This was the most developed city in the northern border, serving as the transportation hub, trade center, and cultural center of the northern border.
All supplies and goods shipped to the northern border had to be transited through this city before going to other cities on the border.
And its current Lord was none other than the Seventh Prince of the Dawn Kingdom, Levi’s younger brother,
Richard Charles.
A handsome, black-haired youth with features as if walked out of an oil painting rested his hands on the railing, overlooking the prosperous scene of Winterhold. New chapters come out on novelping dot com first.
Chimneys puffed out warm smoke, and pedestrians moved along the streets in an endless stream; even in the severe winter, it was still bustling with extraordinary liveliness.
Behind Richard, a fully armored, helmeted knight was kneeling on one knee.
Without turning his head, Richard directly spoke:
“How is it?”
The fully armored knight emitted a deep male voice:
“Your Highness, rest assured. The assassins in Wintertown have already begun inciting the emotions of the refugees, and are expected to guide them into a riot by evening.”
“The internal connections within the Knights Order have also been cleared; when the refugees riot, they will ‘accidentally’ open the town gates.”
“Very good.” A sunny smile appeared on Richard’s face.
This youth, barely in his early twenties, was already an existence with extreme shrewdness.
While toying with the bone goblet in his hand, he said:
“Sixth Brother is indeed trash, but no matter how much of a trash he is, he has participated in this crown prince selection.”
“I do not allow any unstable factors to affect me.”
“Sixth Brother, oh Sixth Brother, if you must blame someone, blame yourself for having the blood of the Charles family flowing in your veins, and blame yourself for being so useless.”
“I suppose if it were any of the other brothers or sisters, they would make the exact same choice.”
A gloomy and malevolent smile appeared at the corner of Richard Charles’s mouth, forming a sharp contrast with his exquisite face.
As long as Levi lost this selection, all the resources of the northern border would be exclusively enjoyed by him alone.
His chips to become the ultimate victor of this crown prince selection would increase by another weight.
“Tsk.”
Suddenly, a flaw on the bone goblet caused a trace of displeasure to flash across Richard’s face.
He casually threw the bone goblet onto the ground and instructed:
“Remake it. This time’s materials…”
Richard seemed to think of something and revealed a happy smile.
“Just use that batch of newly delivered Orcs.”
“The bones of Orcs should undoubtedly be very sturdy and durable.”
“Yes.”