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Otherwise, even if the king only had one breath left, as a saint-level professional and holding the key to the inherited magic tower, he could still threaten Blois' life.
Then, Soran's speculation about the two archdukes was only half right.
They did have their eyes on something in the royal family, but they had no intention of rebelling.
Instead, they each support a certain heir, and if they succeed, the new king will give them "things" as a reward.
As for why he still chose a more strenuous way even though he was clearly strong enough to establish his own territory or even counterattack the royal family.
Blois was vague about the specific reason, but Zhang Mu had some guesses and estimated that it was related to the royal family's inherited magic tower.
Considering the above two points, not only has the king lost control of the kingdom, but even his own children may not obey him.
The man is not dead yet, but the child is already thinking about the things in his treasure house.
Otherwise, why would Blois go to the royal capital alone? Although he is a saint-level professional, he doesn't have to worry about his safety on the way.
Finally, there are the heirs to the two Grand Dukes’ investments.
Another Grand Duke chose to support His Royal Highness the Grand Prince.
Not surprising to be honest.
Regardless of prestige, personal strength, and ability, Andre is undoubtedly the best candidate.
What confused Zhang Mu was Blois's choice.
At first, he recognized Avril.
The inherited magic tower of the Lake royal family is a cylindrical tower with a spire reaching into the clouds and an ice-blue exterior. From a distance, it looks like an icicle connecting the sky and the earth.
Blois didn't know what secrets this magic tower had, but the magic properties of the magic tower and Avril were exactly the same, which made people's imagination run wild.
Sadly, however, Avril seemed to have suffered a serious blow a few months ago.
She became depressed and stayed in her palace all day long, and when she went out occasionally, she would just take a walk in the mountains and forests outside the royal capital.
When talking about this, Bulova's face was full of regret and sigh.
Zhang Mu scratched his face, looking indifferent.
Would my senior sister who wanted to go against the church become depressed and decadent because of a little setback?
Nonsense.
Shaking his head secretly, he asked, "Grand Duke, so the first thing you did when you arrived in the capital this time was to test the Second Prince?"
After spending a month together, Blois enthusiastically asked Zhang Mu not to use honorific titles. Zhang Mu didn't like tongue-twisting titles, so he changed to a more intimate one.
"Well, the king used to have many children, but in recent years they have been killed in the wild one after another, and there is no clue to the identity of the murderer."
"Who is so arrogant as to ambush and kill the prince around the capital?"
"Haha, who knows." Blois' tone was a little subtle, and he changed the subject, "I came to see you because of the upcoming battle for the throne."
"You want me to take sides?" He was straightforward, but Zhang Mu was not so subtle.
"Yes."
"Well... I have some doubts. Can the Grand Duke answer them?"
He nodded.
Zhang Mu organized the language in his mind and spoke slowly: "I have practiced for many years and barely advanced to the rank of mage.
It is undeniable that the magicians are considered to be one of the top forces in the kingdom, but... are you personally trying to win them over?"
He was indeed deeply confused.
The magician cannot be said to be weak, he is only one step away from becoming a saint-level professional.
The problem is that many geniuses cannot take this step.
There are hundreds of cities in the Kingdom of Lake, and the city lord must be at least a magician. According to the data provided by Blois, among these hundreds of city lords, about one-third are magicians.
Even if it's one third, that's still around 200 people.
Then, how many Saint-level professionals are there in Lake Kingdom?
Excluding the special existence of Potter, there are only three people including the king, and the king took the shortcut of the magic tower.
Bulova smiled and said, “Eight thousand against one hundred thousand, even though the enemy is not familiar with our weapons, being able to play to our advantage is a skill in itself.
You are a master of war."
"Sh..." Zhang Mu leaned back and stopped when his back was against the wall of the car. "I know a little bit about war, but in the Sol Continent where professionals are everywhere,
Is the ability to fight a war... a talent worth valuing?"
"Of course, being skilled in war alone is nothing..."
After a few seconds of pause, he suddenly reached into the storage bag on his waist and pulled out a magic rifle.
"How can you……"
"How could I have that?" Bulova smiled and said his pseudonym, "Aiji, you didn't clean the battlefield well enough."
He had the First Army's magic rifle in his hand. Zhang Mu was indeed a little surprised, but only "a little".
It was inevitable that the magic rifle would enter the public eye, and he was mentally prepared for it.
Bulova stroked the gun. "Did you get it from the maze?"
"Yes."
He smiled noncommittally and continued, “This is a sophisticated manufacturing process that even the best craftsmen I have are hard to achieve.
Even if you spend a lot of effort to forge a weapon of the same level, the speed is too slow.
And these weapons of yours… even the arc and size of the round holes are exactly the same, as if the gods have used their authority.”
Looking up, he asked, "You have a huge blacksmith shop."
"It's okay." Zhang Mu replied perfunctorily.
Bulova stuffed the rifle back into the storage bag: “Don’t get me wrong, I have no intentions towards your things.
Moreover, as I said before, weapons have advantages, but they must be fully utilized to be effective.
What I really value is...
Eight thousand soldiers fought until only a thousand were left, but their morale remained strong. "
"This, the Grand Duke can also do it."
"I can not."
"Huh?" Zhang Mu looked at him puzzledly.
"Some people are born to be legion commanders."
Zhang Mu's thighs trembled. "So, it is because of this war that you came to me in person?"
"Yes."
“It’s hard to understand.
Cities on the Sol Continent are forbidden from using force. As long as one side avoids fighting, there is basically no room for war talents to be displayed. "
"You'll understand later."
He fell silent. Seeing that he had taken the initiative to change the subject, Zhang Mu started talking about something that concerned him: "Since the Grand Duke intends to give up Her Highness Avril, who is the candidate?"
"The second prince."
Zhang Mu was confused again: "Really?"
"of course."
"Why? Does the Second Prince have a chance of winning?"
"not much hope."
Before he could ask, Blois took the initiative to explain: "If you want to know why, I don't like the eldest prince."
"which aspect?"
"My personal feeling." He turned his head and looked out the half-open window at the endless wilderness. "It's like tasting candy for the first time and finding it unpalatable."
Who is this?
Zhang Mu felt confused.
Although it is impossible to accurately judge Blois' age due to his young appearance, it can be estimated from his strength as a Saint-level professional that he is at least three hundred years old.
On Blue Star, that’s a full ten generations!
People in their seventies and eighties are extremely rational, but at his age, why does he still have the temper of a child?
Reluctantly taking a deep breath, Zhang Mu said, "I am not familiar with the three princes, so I will give you an answer after arriving in the capital."
"can."
After that, the two began to chat about some relaxing topics.
Bulova is indeed a long-lived professional with rich experience. When he talks about his experiences traveling around the continent when he was young, it seems endless.
Both of them were high-level professionals and did not need to sleep to replenish their energy, so they chatted all the way to the royal capital.
"Marshal, we can see the royal capital." Dam's voice came from outside the carriage, interrupting their chat.
Standing up and pushing open the door, Zhang Mu stood behind the coachman and looked ahead with squinted eyes.
It was a majestic city-state located on the plain.
The towering city walls stretch across the land, like an impenetrable solid barrier, protecting the citizens.
The city gate was located right in the middle of the city wall. It was tall and wide, and there were people and carriages passing by like ants.
Due to the special rules of the Thor Continent, there is no moat around the royal capital, and naturally there is no retractable drawbridge.
But...it might be soon.
Zhang Mu looked at the foot of the wall. There were farmers in linen clothes waving shovels, and farmers pushing carts, loading the piled-up soil onto the carts and pushing them towards the distant meadow.
"What are you doing?" He turned around and asked Blois, who was bending over to pass through the door of the carriage. "It looks to me like they are digging a moat, but with the church here, do you need anything like that?"
"It should be the second prince's idea."