Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

”That’s my own business.” Zhang Mu acted as if he didn’t appreciate the good intentions and proactively changed the subject. ”There are some things I’d like to know. Can Your Highness help explain them?”

This behavior was very rude, even offensive.

Yet the Second Prince didn’t seem angry; his brows remained tightly furrowed, and he opened his mouth as if to speak but hesitated, seemingly still wanting to persuade him to take the matter with Andre seriously.

Seeing this, Zhang Mu smiled. ”Don’t worry, Your Highness, I have arrangements.”

He had no other choice and emphasized once more: ”You’d better explain to my brother, or even apologize if necessary.

If my brother refuses to let you go... I will help you secure a chance to escape back to Gur. Once you enter the city, even my brother won’t be able to do anything to you.”

”If that day truly comes, I will rely on Your Highness. Now, let’s talk about what I just mentioned.”

”City Lord Eji, please ask.”

”As you’ve said, I rarely come to the capital, and the process of royal succession is very unfamiliar to me.”

After the prologue, Zhang Mu got to the main point: ”It’s common knowledge that violence is prohibited in the city, and we City Lords must also comply.

The selection of a royal heir is not through a public vote, and it’s impossible for City Lords to directly use force to help their supported candidate seize the throne.

That being the case, what is the point of the three Highnesses joining forces to delay the Debriefing Meeting and keep the City Lords in the capital?”

”If the King were healthy and the capital were stable, it would naturally be meaningless.”

The Second Prince picked up his wine glass and drained it in one gulp. ”The problem is that the kingdom is now in turmoil, and the King is in a coma.”

”Has the selection of the King turned into a vote this time?”

”Haha, of course not.” He laughed in spite of himself. ”But it is indeed somewhat similar.”

”Elaborate.”

”The King’s power is not just that crown, but also the control over the cities within the territory.

If a royal descendant ascends the throne and all the City Lords refuse to submit or follow orders, the King will lose all authority, and the kingdom will come crashing down.”

”Oh, I see. I understand now.

It means that whichever of the three Highnesses wins over far more City Lords than the other two, that person can become the King?”

”Yes.”

Nodding to himself, Zhang Mu asked again, ”Before coming to the capital, I heard some rumors... um... it seems some City Lords have intentions of declaring independence?”

”That is indeed the case.”

”Then they shouldn’t have come to the capital at all, right?”

”Ever since the gods bestowed the Silent Forest, the Lake Kingdom has been at peace for over a thousand years. They are all young City Lords who grew up in peace,

they have never experienced the flames of war, nor do they understand why the Royal Family is the Royal Family.”

The words were slightly vague, but Zhang Mu picked up on something.

The Royal Family had a trump card, one powerful enough to make all those with restless hearts among the City Lords calm down.

He estimated it had something to do with that Magic Tower.

Speaking of the Magic Tower...

Zhang Mu emerged from his thoughts. ”Your Highness, I heard that the Royal Family’s inherited Magic Tower is a towering ice tower. Why... didn’t I see it in the capital?”

”I’m sorry, City Lord Eji. I would love to tell you, but that is a royal secret.”

”Oh, I’m the one who should apologize for asking something I shouldn’t have.”

After expressing his apologies, Zhang Mu felt he had asked everything he needed to, so he stood up. ”Thank you for your hospitality, Your Highness. I’ll be heading back now.”

”Time was short, so things were a bit simple. Notify me in advance next time, and I will prepare a feast.”

The Second Prince saw him to the gate, and as he watched Zhang Mu’s departing figure in the distance, he called out loudly, ”City Lord Eji, do not forget my suggestion!”

It wasn’t clear if the suggestion referred to ”explaining to Andre” or ”asking him to help escape back to Gur.”

Although neither was among Zhang Mu’s options, it was a kind gesture after all, so he raised his hand and waved while his back was turned to the Second Prince.

As the figure disappeared around the corner, a person completely shrouded in a black robe silently came up behind him.

”Your Highness,” a raspy, aged voice sounded.

”Have you found out?”