The Princess of the Kingdom of Ice (4)

According to the Divine Oracle, Her Highness the Saintess will be the Hero's lover.

This directly led to the fact that the eldest prince Lance, was the most resistant to the summoning of the Second-Generation Hero, even more so than the members of the Second-Generation Hero Hero's Party.

Lance was deeply in love with Rosweisse, and his obsession with the saintess bordered on madness. Given Lance's impulsive and extreme personality, he was indeed capable of doing such a thing.

As the eldest prince, Lance had many spies and informants, so finding out the Hero's whereabouts was not difficult for him.

"And just recently, when I went to the Mage Association on business, I happened to see Lance's confidant Lindbergh, ordering a large number of Mana Bombs from the Mage Association..."

Upon hearing this, almost everyone was convinced that it was Crown Prince Lance who was plotting to murder the Hero out of jealousy!

Even Morton, the Royal Guard Knights Order, felt that this prince was utterly unqualified and had no right to inherit the throne.

If the throne falls into Lance's hands, the destruction of the empire is foreseeable in the not-too-distant future.

Morton took a deep breath. "The struggle for the throne is none of my concern. I am loyal to His Majesty, not anyone else. I will report what has happened here to His Majesty as it is, and how to make the final decision is His Majesty's business."

As he spoke, Morton unfurled a magic scroll.

In the Imperial City.

Wadsworth sat leisurely on the sofa, leaning against the soft cushions, with a hot and beautiful woman in his arms who looked to be no more than twenty years old.

Her serpentine body writhed gently in Wadsworth's arms.

This woman is not one of his wives, although he has more than a hundred wives... each one of them is beautiful and has a graceful figure, but what's that saying again?

"Homegrown flowers are never as fragrant as wild ones?" That's what the First-Generation Hero seemed to say.

The woman in his arms was a young lady from a viscount's family, and Wadsworth found her alluring charm quite enjoyable; most importantly, she was young.

What man doesn't like a young and beautiful girl?

Although he was an emperor, he still needed to relax occasionally; otherwise, the mountain of official duties would have shortened his lifespan by several years.

He was quite confident in his disguise skills, and the girl in front of him did not realize his true identity. It was only his innate noble air that made people think at a glance that he must be a great nobleman.

Wadsworth's furry claws landed on the woman's waist, maliciously tracing their way down her slender waist. Just as they were about to touch her most sensitive areas, the woman ruthlessly slapped the claws away.

"Uncle, your hands are very improper..."

Wadsworth wasn't angry; rather, the sweet, coquettish voice made him feel like his bones were melting.

The woman was incredibly alluring and charming, but whenever Wadsworth tried to take things further, she would always stop him. Wadsworth never forced her; he simply enjoyed the flirting.

Lifting the woman's chin with his fingers, and looking directly into her light green eyes, Wadsworth shamelessly spoke:

"What 'uncle'? Call me 'brother'..."

On the other side, the attendant who was sitting on the sofa not far away, drinking tea, trembled slightly upon hearing this, his forehead covered in black lines.

Shameless! Unscrupulous!

Don't you even know how old you are? You're in your fifties or sixties, and people call you "brother"? How can you be so shameless?

This scene was truly unbearable to watch. Fortunately, no one recognized Wadsworth, otherwise the Empire would have lost all face.

Wadsworth, his stubble-covered lips pressed against the woman's long, fair neck, kissing her repeatedly.

The stiff beard seemed to tickle the woman, causing her to giggle.

Just as Wadsworth was about to take the woman's kiss, he suddenly felt a tickling sensation in his ear, which made Wadsworth face fall immediately.

Who is this person who's so inconsiderate, bothering me at this time? I'm definitely going to dock their pay later.

Although he was extremely annoyed, Wadsworth knew that anyone who could contact him using Message Magic was no ordinary person. He released the woman in his arms. "Beautiful lady, please wait a moment. I seem to have a problem that needs to be dealt with."

He gracefully apologized to the woman, Wadsworth walked to the side while pressing his ear. Soon, Wadsworth expression changed, and he looked like an enraged lion, his fists clenching so tightly they made a cracking sound.

Upon seeing this, the accompanying attendant immediately realized something was wrong, quickly put down his teacup, stood up, and went to Wadsworth's side.

"Nizi, Nizi... Nizi..."

The deep roar immediately told the attendant that the Crown Prince had once again done something to anger His Majesty. This was normal, happening several times a week. However, the attendant keenly sensed that His Majesty's reaction this time was more intense than ever before.

Wadsworth's eyes blazed with fury; at this moment, the emperor resembled a ferocious beast, ready to devour anyone who might harm him.

That look made the noble lady, who had been about to approach, shudder and dare not get any closer.

Without looking back, Wadsworth rushed out of the hotel and headed straight for the Imperial Palace. His attendant wisely refrained from asking what had happened, understanding that many things were not his responsibility to know, despite his close relationship with His Majesty the Emperor, which had lasted since childhood.

Rushing all the way to the First Prince's palace, where two servants were still waiting at the entrance, their expressions changed instantly upon seeing His Majesty Wordsworth appear in a furious manner. They instinctively stepped in front of Wadsworth, bowing and opening their mouths as if they wanted to loudly ask His Majesty what was on his mind.

Before he could even speak, Wadsworth waved his hand and shouted, "Get out of my way!"

The two servants were thrown back by the force of the impact, crashing heavily against the wall. By the time they hit the ground, they were already dead.

With a powerful stride, Wadsworth kicked open the door to Lance's bedroom, sending fragments flying everywhere. When Wadsworth saw the scene inside, a surge of adrenaline overwhelmed him, and he nearly fainted.

The large room contained dozens of figures, both men and women.

Their clothes were scattered on the ground, as was Lance's; everyone's face was filled with obsession and madness.

That damn bastard!

Treason, evil obstacle!

Upon seeing His Majesty the Emperor suddenly appear, everyone was startled, and the infatuation and madness on their faces were quickly replaced by fear.

"Get out of here, all of you!"

Worsworth roared Wrath.

A group of figures hurriedly picked up the clothes on the ground and rushed out of the Crown Prince's palace. When the guards at the outer gate saw this scene, they probably already knew what had happened. He spread his arms and bolts of lightning descended from the sky. In the blink of an eye, only a few dozen charred corpses remained on the ground.

Seeing Lance still impatiently picking up a robe and draping it over his shoulders, Wadsworth almost laughed out of exasperation.

Well, the student has surpassed the teacher!

At most, he might disguise himself and seduce noble ladies outside, but his own son is dozens of times more extravagant than him?

"Lance, look at yourself now! You don't resemble the Crown Prince at all! You are destined to inherit the throne!" Wadsworth was too exhausted to even be angry. He couldn't understand why his son, whom he had carefully nurtured since childhood, had turned out like this.

He wasn't like this before.

Lance yawned lazily. Although he was only wearing a simple robe, and his clothes were rather disheveled, he still exuded nobility and elegance.

"Father, you didn't come here just to spoil my good mood, did you?"

"Why are you so angry? Is it because I didn't call you? Okay, I'll remember, I'll call you next time."

Wadsworth trembled. He took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the raging fire within him. "Why... why did you murder the Hero in Conrad?"

"Murdered the Hero in Conrad?" Lance was stunned. He instinctively shook his head. "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't, it wasn't me."

However, Lance's denial completely enraged Wadsworth, who suddenly raised his right hand and slapped Lance across the right cheek.

"You spineless bastard, you dare to do it but not admit it, huh?" Wadsworth roared.

His strength was astonishing; with one slap, Lance's body was sent flying, half of his face was almost completely rotten, and in some places, you could even see the bone inside.

But at this moment, Lance felt no pain on his face. He had arranged for several assassins to murder the Hero last night, but he knew very well that those assassins were basically just there to die, only to test the Hero's true strength. He wanted to break the Hero's neck with his own hands.

He didn't murder the Hero in Conrad; he didn't even know the Hero was in Conrad.

He didn't know where his father had heard these rumors, but his father's complete distrust of him made Lance's nose sting, and a strong sense of grievance welled up in his heart. Two cloudy tears streamed down his Wrath face.

Chapter Three is presented here.

Chapter 139 The Princess of the Ice Country (4)

"From today onwards, you will stay in this room. Except for welcoming Antasia and formal occasions where you must appear, you are not allowed to go anywhere. Reflect on your actions."

After uttering those words, an enraged Wadsworth stormed out of the room and ordered the guards to seal off the area, forbidding the eldest prince from leaving the palace unless absolutely necessary.

At the same time, summon the attendant waiting at the outer gate. Lindbergh absolutely cannot continue to live in this world. If there is to be an investigation afterward, just push all the responsibility onto Lindbergh and claim to the outside world that Lindbergh acted on his own to curry favor with the Crown Prince.

Poor Lindbergh, he had spent the last two days in the Fairy House enjoying the service of beautiful women, completely unaware that this was the last pleasure of his life.

Inside the palace, Lance's face was contorted in agony.

The magic scroll in her hand healed the wounds on her face inflicted by her father, but the trauma in her heart could not be healed for a long time.

Because of the princess's affair, his relationship with his father has been strained in recent years. He cannot understand why the Abshien Family insists on adhering to a tradition that has lasted for thousands of years and insists on marrying a woman from the Macefield Family.

He never imagined that his father would so indiscriminately pin the crime of murdering the Hero on him.

He overheard his father giving orders outside and knew what fate awaited Lindbergh, but he was powerless to change it.

Like his father's attendants, Lindbergh was a childhood playmate of the eldest prince. Although they were not brothers, their relationship was closer than that of blood brothers.

Qin Chu!

Suddenly, the name of the Hero popped into the Crown Prince's mind.

Yes, it was this guy. It must have been this damned bastard who deliberately framed me, sowed discord between me and my father, and wanted to leave me with no one to rely on.

He also wanted to take Rosweisse away from him.

No... Rosweisse is his, and no one can take Rosweisse away from him.

Suddenly, a dense layer of tiny, dark red scales appeared on Lance's eyeballs, like a thin film obscuring his pupils, leaving only the dark red blood before his eyes.

"Give me strength!"

With a hoarse voice, Lance looked into the Void and gave a command to that mysterious and unknown being.

Soon, scales began to spread across Lance's body, covering his entire body in the blink of an eye, and then peeled off layer by layer from Lance's body, just like shedding his skin.

Immediately after the scales fell off, Lance's aura noticeably expanded, seemingly becoming even more powerful than before.

Hahahaha...

Inside the palace, the eldest prince laughed hysterically.

With a burst of maniacal laughter, scales began to spread across his body once more.

His eyes were filled with madness. "Your Highness Saintess Rosweisse, please wait patiently. I will surely rescue you from Qin Chu's clutches."

On the other side, at Conrad Demonic Beast Lair.

Qin Chu, Ekaterina, and Violet had already appeared at the bottom of the cave.

Just as the explosion occurred, Qin Chu used a small spatial magic circle imprinted on a magic scroll to transfer the three people here.

Hearing the constant roaring outside and feeling the tremors beneath his feet, Qin Chu's expression turned strange. "Violet, I only asked you to create some chaos to separate me from those people, why did you make such a big fuss?"

Judging from the noise, the mountain above Conrad Demonic Beast Lair must be about to collapse! Goodness, the violent roar and tremors spread hundreds of meters underground, and large clouds of dust fell from above.

I wonder which is more powerful, this or a nuclear warhead on Earth.

It almost caused the entire Demonic Beast Lair to collapse. If Qin Chu hadn't used the spatial teleportation magic scroll in time, along with his False Immovable as a Mountain power, he might have been injured.

However, Violet's pretty face clearly showed doubt. She shook her head. "I didn't do it. The explosion happened before I even had a chance to do anything."

Qin Chu was stunned. The figures of Antia and Saya simultaneously floated out of Qin Chu's body. Antia held a long spear and, together with Violet Ekaterina, vigilantly surveyed their surroundings.

Saya, perched atop Qin Chu's head, said, "I sensed the aura of Mana Bombs just now. Someone must have planted it in the cave beforehand, just waiting for you to go in so it could detonate."

Saya's words infuriated Qin Chu. "Is someone trying to assassinate me? That's incredibly insidious! I'm such a good person, elegant and gentlemanly, I've never really offended anyone..."

Uh... Qin Chu ran his fingers through Saya's head and scratched her hair, as if he had indeed offended quite a few people.

For example, Athena. Of course, because Athena believed that there was still a remnant of Jello's soul inside her, Athena would never do such a thing.

Rosweisse... she wouldn't do that, so we can rule her out.

After much consideration, it seems that only the eldest prince Lance, is the most likely candidate.

Damn it, how dare you scheme against me? I'll kill you later.

However, the most important issue right now is how to draw strength from this opportunity, which is a rare chance that we absolutely cannot miss.

This was the deepest part of the Demonic Beast Lair. Qin Chu had been here once during his first playthrough and was very familiar with the place. He could hear rustling sounds, clearly indicating that some strange creatures were approaching from the darkness.

Although there was no light at all, the darkness did not affect Qin Chu's vision. He could clearly see his surroundings. The cave was about ten meters high, and there were rugged rocks all around. He could see a large number of cave entrances leading to unknown places in all directions. They were densely packed and crisscrossed, as complex as the blood vessels of the human body. The air was filled with a sinister and foul smell.

A large number of round insects, about three meters long and fifty centimeters in diameter, were constantly wriggling on the ground, the mountain walls, and above our heads. They looked somewhat similar to the Phantom Demon, and their bodies were covered with dense hairs, with countless soft, wriggling limbs on their abdomens.

Seemingly due to their excessive roundness and obesity, rings of bulges appear on their bodies as they move.

The front of its body was not a mouth, but rather a cluster of wriggling tentacles resembling octopus tentacles, the inside of which was covered with dense, hard barbs.