Troll Royal Palace.
In the dead of the night, there was a faint fragrance in the air. It was the fragrance of the blue bell flower.
This flower was one of the few flowers that could grow in the extreme climate of the Sky Ice Plains. When it bloomed, it was like a vast blue ocean.
Therefore, it became the national flower of the Troll Kingdom.
Prince Okamoto stood in front of the window and looked at the faint light outside. No one knew what he was thinking.
The fragrance of the Blue Bell Flower kept wafting into his nose, calming his restless mind.
"Your Highness, are you not going to sleep yet?" Princess Nala appeared behind him and asked softly.
"Go to sleep first." Prince Okamoto turned around and smiled.
"Okay." Nala nodded obediently and left quietly.
This troll princess who was born in the side branch of the House of Saint Hilde was very cautious in this foreign country. Luckily, Prince Okamoto treated her well.
The only thing that made Nala not know whether to be happy or worried was that Prince Okamoto had never touched her.
To be honest, Nala obviously couldn't accept the appearance of a troll, but if she couldn't give birth to a child for Prince Okamoto, she felt like she had no one to rely on in this cold royal palace.
When she heard that the Black Cavalry had fought their way to the royal palace and even killed Modo II, it was impossible for Nala not to be excited. But at the same time, she also felt a deep sense of fear.
The troll wouldn't vent his anger on her, right?
She didn't dare to say these words to Prince Okamoto. Because she knew that although this young Southern Prince respected her on the surface, this respect was more of a distance.
Prince Okamoto obviously didn't know about the princess' worries. But even if he knew, he probably wouldn't care.
Right now, he had his own worries.
Prince Okamoto stared at the darkness in front of him. His deep eyes seemed to be able to pierce through the darkness and find the figure he had been waiting for.
"Your Highness Okamoto, good evening."
Finally, an old voice sounded behind Prince Okamoto.
At that moment, Prince Okamoto's eyes lit up.
"Good evening, Lord Sequinn!"
A troll dressed in a black witch doctor's robe stood silently behind Prince Okamoto. His entire body was shrouded in a layer of dark green mist, obscuring his face. However, one could tell from his aged voice that he was very old.
Prince Okamoto's attitude instantly became extremely respectful when he saw Voodoo Doctor Squinn.
This was because this was the leader of the Giant Devil Empire's War God Church — the White Wolf Shaman King.
The status of witch doctors in the Giant Demon Empire was similar to the status of priests in the Radiant Empire. They didn't have much fighting power, but they firmly controlled the faith of the thousands of people in the Giant Demon Empire. They also had the inheritance of the Giant Demon Warrior profession.
This White Wolf Shaman King lived in seclusion and never participated in the politics of the Giant Demon Empire. He didn't even show his face when the enemy invaded.
However, if he really did show himself, it would definitely have a huge impact on the political situation of the Giant Demon Empire.
Moreover, the coronation ceremony of the Giant Demon Emperor was to be presided over by the White Wolf Shaman King, Sequinn.
"I heard that Modo II has died at the hands of the Black Cavalry?"
Sequinn's voice was very low, but it was clearly transmitted into Prince Okamoto's ears. It even had an intimidating effect.
"Yes, His Majesty was unfortunately killed by Colin Angele," Prince Okamoto answered honestly.
"Yes." Sequinn nodded. His tone didn't fluctuate much, as if he didn't care at all. "Then, who do you think is more suitable to inherit the throne?"
Faced with such a straightforward question from the White Wolf Shaman King, Prince Okamoto was slightly uncomfortable. However, he quickly adjusted his attitude and said respectfully,
"I think Prince Abbas is more suitable to become the next emperor of the empire."
Sequinn didn't say anything. His cold gaze lingered on Prince Okamoto's face, as if he was examining something.
The long silence made Prince Okamoto's hair stand on end. He even felt that the White Wolf Shaman King's gaze was tangible, like a venomous snake shuttling back and forth on his body.
Finally, Sequinn retracted his gaze and said calmly, "You should know Prince Abbas's political orientation, right? Do you really think that a weak prince who admires human culture should inherit the throne of the empire? "
Prince Okamoto's expression didn't change. He replied, "Sir, I think that in the current situation, perhaps reaching a temporary truce with the Northern Frontier is the best choice.
Moreover, the Northern Frontier is now in internal strife. It's still unknown whether the House of Saint Hilde can maintain its position as the ruler of the Northern Frontier. At this time, we should temporarily avoid the brunt of the conflict and recuperate. "
Sequinn was silent for a while before asking, "Prince Abbas is now in charge of the peace negotiations with the Black Cavalry?"
"Yes, and Prince Abbas has already made some progress. The Black Cavalry has made some concessions again."
"Is that so? It seems that Colin Angele is giving Prince Abbas face. "Sequinn's tone was emotionless.
"Of course, the Black Cavalry is probably in a hurry to go back and deal with the chaos in the Northern Frontier. He doesn't want to waste time here. Prince Abbas's political stance will also help to quickly reach a truce agreement. After all, Viscount Angley also wants to see Prince Abbas ascend the throne. "
"Hmph! Since when does the Giant Demon Empire need to consider the opinions of the people of the Northern Frontier? " Sequinn said coldly. Then, without waiting for Prince Okamoto to speak, he asked a seemingly unrelated question, "Prince Okamoto, you don't have any children yet, right?"
"Not yet."
"That's good. The son of Modo II is still young and can't lack education. Why don't you adopt him and teach him well?"
Prince Okamoto seemed to have realized something, and his heart skipped a few beats. He hurriedly replied, "Alright, I'll work hard to be a qualified father."
Sequinn nodded in satisfaction, then said casually, "I hope you can not only be a good father, but also a good emperor."
"What?" Prince Okamoto raised his head in surprise.
"Yes, I'll recommend you to inherit the throne." The smoke around Sequinn quietly dispersed, revealing a wrinkled face.
His deep eyes were full of encouragement for Prince Okamoto.
"But … But … I've just sent a hundred thousand soldiers to their deaths, and caused His Majesty Modo II to die outside the capital …"
"Strictly speaking, the responsibility for these failures should not be borne by you alone. Moreover, I can accept a stumbling emperor, but I can't tolerate an emperor who grovels!"
Sequinn's eyes instantly became sharp. "If Prince Abbas really inherits the throne, then it won't be long before the Troll Empire becomes a vassal of the Empire of Light. Even the noble bloodline of the Volgin Family will be tainted by human blood!"
Prince Okamoto lowered his head, as if he could not bear Sequinn's gaze. He said solemnly, "Sir, I understand what you mean. Don't worry, I'll never touch that human queen! "
Sequinn nodded in satisfaction, and comforted him again. "You don't have to worry that your previous failures will hinder you. I'll help you persuade the troll nobles one by one. You just have to remember that the Troll Empire can tolerate temporary failures, but you can't break your spine just like that!"
Prince Okamoto shuddered, and involuntarily straightened his back. He looked straight into the White Wolf Shaman King's sharp eyes and said loudly,
"Yes, I'll always remember your teachings!"
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