LOL: I am a bad prince in Demacia

It's getting dark.

A dungeon located in the royal capital.

In the dull atmosphere, several rhythmic footsteps sounded, echoing "ta-ta-da" in the empty corridor.

"Open the door."

"yes!"

Following two conversations.

The door of the dungeon where the mage was imprisoned slowly opened, and the light gradually shone in, gradually illuminating the figure of Silas who was resting quietly against the wall.

Feeling the light source, Silas also opened his eyes and looked towards the entrance of the cell.

The person who appeared at the door was not the prince.

It was another group of people whose appearance here would not surprise him either.

The leading man was wearing a black robe, with an iconic mask on his face, and a gray stone medal on his chest. He had a tall figure and cold eyes.

It was Eldred, the leader of the Demon Seeker Corps.

Behind him were several similarly dressed demon hunters.

After the cell door opened, these demon hunters did not speak, and there was a deathly silence in the entire cell.

In this silence, the demon seeker began to take action.

The cell door was opened, and soon two demon seekers controlled Silas. Silas did not struggle, and his calm eyes seemed to be used to this kind of thing.

Eldred walked into the cage and slowly took out a copper needle. The front end of the needle shone coldly under the firelight, making his eyes even more cold.

When the needle pierced Silas's arm, the stinging sensation made his hand tighten a little harder.

He looked at the inside of the needle, which was gradually filling with his blood, and then pulled it out ruthlessly.

Then a demon seeker went up to the needle hole in Silas's arm and applied some potion to stop the blood from spilling out.

Throughout the whole process, there was no communication, and several demon seekers turned around and left the cage.

Silas has lost count of how many times all this has happened in the past ten years.

Of course he knows why he is alive now.

A country like Demacia, which is strict with self-discipline, has a very harsh attitude towards criminals, and there are many types of death penalty.

And when he lost control of his magic power and accidentally killed a team of demon hunters, he had already discovered his serious mistake.

Not to mention, he implicated many innocent people during his subsequent escape.

Even though he was still underage at that time, he should not be able to escape the death penalty.

But he survived and was sentenced to life imprisonment. It was as simple as living in this dark dungeon.

As for the reason, it is also very simple.

Because he can't die so worthless.

Silas has a special ability to perceive magic, which is why he was later reused by the Demon Searchers. This ability can be said to be quite important to the Demon Searchers.

Even experienced demon hunters often cannot tell whether a person is a mage just by looking at them.

But Silas can, he only needs one glance to confirm.

Therefore, this ability can be said to be even more powerful for the magic seeker on the road to capturing the mage.

This is just one of them. What matters more to these demon hunters is the reason why he lost control of his magic power that day.

So, he survived.

The demon seekers seemed to want to replicate his abilities through some means, and would regularly test his blood, hair, toenails, and sometimes even his skin.

This is why Silas once wanted to die.

But then he figured it out, he couldn't die like this.

He wanted to live to see the day when his compatriots were liberated.

At this time, he remembered what the prince said.

Jarvan III decided to pardon all mages.

With these words in his mind, Silas saw a new fellow mage being pressed in just a second before the cell door closed, with expressions of helplessness, fear and despair.

He couldn't help but think that if what the prince said was true, the Third Emperor decided to pardon all the mages in Demacia.

Will that day really come?

The cell returned to darkness, the chains shook, and Silas leaned against the wall again, his black eyes quite clear in the darkness.

For countless days and nights before, he had been leaning here like this, his thoughts were confused, and he wanted to yell like crazy. From the initial panic and fear to the later anger and hatred, he was accompanied by the chirping sounds of rats and reptiles every day. .

All the time, the hatred in my heart is accumulating.

Even now, he still hates it.

However, he began to think in this hatred.

Perhaps it was because of that prince that he gave up his intention to die when he was extremely close to death, and then had the opportunity to read books. Although the contents of those books were varied, they also made him understand the outside world better.

He began to think about more things every day and night, keeping his brain active.

Then, he saw the sky and smelled the breath of freedom.

It is undeniable that at that moment, Silas felt like he was alive.

When the blue sky came into view and the fresh air floated into his nose, even though the shackles on his body were still heavy, he felt like he was brand new.

He must be free again!

Located south of the royal capital.

The old home of the Chambers family.

As an old-established family, Chambers is quite famous. In his early years, he made great achievements with the late king of Demacia. Since then, he has been at the top of the list. There are also many talented people in the family.

Now that the Chambers family's original residence has moved, the old residence seems a bit more empty and quiet.

However, the area occupied is very large as always.

As the sky darkened, several carriages slowly stopped at the entrance of the old house.

Several nobles stepped down one after another, led by none other than Stuart Chambers, now one of the two noble representatives.

The few people walked towards the old house without talking after getting out of the car, and then entered a main house.

In the living room, two young maids were serving an old man in his sixties with half white hair. When they saw the visitor, they quickly stood up and left the living room.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the maid leaving, and then Stewart sat down on the sofa opposite and said, "Uncle, Jarvan IV returned this afternoon, and the Third Emperor has convened a meeting."

Sitting across from him was his uncle, Russell Chambers, from whom he inherited his current position.

For the old man in front of him, Tuart respected him very much and was deeply influenced by him.

Russell heard this and said, "What was said at the meeting?"

"The main thing is to reward Jarvan IV and the member of the Crownguard family based on their merits. Jarvan IV was made an admiral. Then there is the deployment at the Gate of Sorrow, and the rest are all insignificant matters. .”

Turt made a brief report, and then said: "Uncle, from my point of view, the performance of the second prince at the border this time is more outstanding than Jarvan IV. It seems that it is because of his important decisions, That affected the direction of the situation.”

Speaking of the second prince, Russell's old eyes flashed and he said to himself: "It seems that I have heard more and more about the second prince recently."

Turt said: "Yes, he has the potential to overtake Jarvan IV in the limelight. In recent months, most of the discussions among the people in the royal capital are about him."

Russell looked at him and asked, "What do you think of this matter?"

Turte thought for a while and returned: "I think the third generation seems to have made a lot of plans for him. In my opinion, this is more like paving the way for him."

Russell listened and picked up the teacup on the table and took a slow sip.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Turt continued: "As far as I know, the second prince has basically been doing nothing since he came to the royal capital. He himself is like the fourth generation, he doesn't often show up among the people. But in terms of life and affairs, it is completely different from the fourth generation."

"But if you think carefully about what he has done along the way, he suppressed the beast tide, the cult, the ghost chaos in the border waters, and the current war on the border. No matter what happened, his corresponding methods were extraordinary. Being prepared in advance is like predicting the future to me.”

Turt's words trailed off.

Several people around him also thought carefully.

This is indeed true, these events can be regarded as rare major events, but the second prince seems to always be able to cope with unexpected situations.

Logically speaking, he came back from a black family, and his performance was really eye-catching.

Based on these things alone, the second prince's popularity now overshadowed that of Jarvan IV.

"Is it a prophet?"

When Russell heard these words, a smile appeared on his old face: "It is impossible to predict these things, but they can be predicted in advance."

Turt's face flashed with confusion and he asked: "What does uncle mean?"

"Whether it's the cult, or the black fog and war on the border, there will be signs before it happens. In other words, it is very possible for the third generation to detect it in advance."

Russell spoke slowly, causing Stewart, who was sitting across from him, to stare slightly.

"What my uncle means is that the third generation has known about these things for a long time." He said, thought slowly for a few seconds, and said to himself: "The way the second prince discovered the cult is indeed a bit weird, something that even the demon searchers have never found. He was able to rush straight into the cult. And with the early support from the fearless vanguard, if the Third World knew where the cult was from the beginning, it would have been possible."

When he thought about it this way, his and the minds of those around him became clear.

Jarvan III is indeed a capable king. If it were him, it would be normal for these things to happen.

After all, although the second prince does seem to have some talent, his recent actions are really too extraordinary.

If once was a coincidence, multiple times certainly wasn't.

It can only mean that when he was doing this, there was someone behind him who was adding fuel to the flames.

A closer look shows that after these things ended, the second prince's reputation soared. Now looking at Demacia, who doesn't know his name?

In the eyes of everyone, he is already a prince no less than Jarvan IV.

This is the purpose of Jiawen III.

"In other words, the third generation is indeed paving the way for the second prince?"

Although Stewart's tone was questioning, he had already confirmed it in his heart. He couldn't help but raise his head and look at Russell, who always had an understatement on the opposite side: "Uncle, is it possible that he is going to give up in the third life?"

Having said this, he did not continue.

But everyone here knows it well.

From this point of view, it is very likely that Jarvan III wanted to further cultivate this young son who had been lost and found while living abroad.

Maybe he even planned to let the second prince sit on the throne because of his original guilt?

Before the appearance of the second prince, Jarvan IV's throne was basically certain, and even for a period of time after his return, no one thought that his position would be shaken.

But now it seems that this is not the case.

The person who can decide the next successor to the throne will always be Jarvan III.

"Now it seems that the person did have this idea. However, it has not been implemented yet, and everything is not final yet."

A trace of curiosity arose on Russell's face: "With the character of the third prince, he has always been stable. I am a little curious about the second prince. After all, if he is really idle as you said, even if it is because of guilt, The third generation would not have such thoughts. This shows that there must be something about him that is very outstanding."

A young and handsome face flashed through Turt's mind, and his impression of the second prince was very clear.

When he was in the conference hall, he single-handedly changed Black Mist's decision.

After thinking for a while, Turt said: "This second prince is indeed talented. I just don't know much about him. After all, it has been less than a year since he returned."

Russell nodded slightly and said, "If I have time, I would like to see him."

"You can see your uncle anytime you want. The second prince has been in and out of the palace very frequently recently."

As Stewart said, he remembered something and said, "Also, has your uncle noticed recently that the third generation was secretly investigating what happened back then?"

What happened back then was naturally related to the second prince's mother, the current queen.

Hearing this, Russell smiled faintly: "My opposition was the strongest back then, so naturally it was noticed by the Third Generation. I was summoned to the palace a few days ago, so there is no need to worry about this matter."

He had a clear memory of what happened back then.

No matter how much I investigated this matter, I couldn't find anything.

So, don’t worry about it at all.

"That's good." Turt nodded with confidence and spoke again: "There is another matter. The third generation mentioned before that he intended to pardon all the mages in Germany. Although he was opposed by the ministers at the time, it was ignored."

"But according to my observation, the Third Generation seems to have been exerting force in secret, and the actions of the Demon Searchers have become increasingly restricted. If this continues, I'm afraid it won't be long before the pardon order is really implemented."

His expression was a little solemn at the moment.

After Russell heard this, his eyes also condensed: "This matter really needs to be taken seriously. Demacia has been fighting against the devil for so many years, how can it be changed because of a hasty decision."

Turte asked: "But it seems to me that the third generation has a firm intention and will not change it easily."

Russell didn't reply this time. He drank the tea in the cup slowly, his eyes twinkling as if he was thinking.

Sitting across from each other, no one made a sound to disturb them.

The night talk continues.

An hour later, Stewart and others left the old house.