Chapter 511 - The King’s Uncle Has Done a Lot of Harm (1/2)

The old king’s full name was Londox Fareins.

He was a man-child.

Although he was in his fifties, his personality was sincere and pa.s.sionate like a child’s. That was the evaluation of the n.o.bles.

In reality, old King Londox was not very capable as an individual and was of average quality as a king.

But as the king of the strongest human nation in the world, he didn’t need to be too capable, because, with great ability and personal qualities, he was bound to think of progress and development.

Now the Fareins Kingdom had expanded to a point where any further expansion would inevitably affect ruling and cohesiveness, and eventually, the country would fall apart.

The most important task for the king of Fareins now was to maintain the balance between the great powers in the country. To have a good relations.h.i.+p with the lords.

To have a good emotional intelligence.

If these three requirements were satisfied, one would be a good king of Fareins.

In reality, Londox did so well that the vast majority of the n.o.bles and lords thought he did his duty as king. In the last thirty years, there were no major incidents in Fareins.

It was only during the past two days that something went wrong. Stephanie was missing.

The king’s mistress was dead.

Biden seemed to have betrayed the king, and his arm was severed.

But the n.o.ble powers of the capital were calm, expressing that none of this was a problem. It wasn’t far from the point where the old king would retire and Stephanie would take the throne as queen, the so-called transition from old to new, and so it was only natural for some strange things to occur.

After all, with the addition of illegitimate children, Londox had more than a dozen sons, most of whom were adults, and it was normal for one or two of them to be displeased with Stephanie.

It was just internal royal strife, a minor matter.

It would be fine after a while.

This was the underpinning of the most n.o.ble empire in history, the most powerful nation of intelligent beings.

So what if the royal family was in turmoil! As long as most of the lords and most of the forces were not in disarray, who would dare to invade the Fareins Kingdom?

Even if the dragons attacked, they wouldn’t fear.

The dozen or so Legendary Mages, two dozen or so Legendary Warriors, and more than a hundred other Legendary professionals in the Fareins Kingdom weren’t there for nothing. And there was also the pope of the Church of Light and Blackthorn Gus, two rivals, who were both making their way to DemiG.o.d.

Usually, they didn’t like each other, but once a strong enemy attacked, everyone believed that the two of them would put aside their prejudices and work together to defend against the enemy.

Now, almost all the n.o.bles, including Alfred, were watching the show.

In fact, with Alfred’s rank and ability, all he had to do was open his mental power field on Stephanie’s manor and he would soon be able to spot Roland and the others hidden underground

But after talking with the old king, he found out that this incident seemed to be just a farce, a farce of a father testing his daughter.

The incident wasn’t created by the king, he just knew something and went along for the ride.

Figuring out what was going on, Alfred was able to calm down.

An immortal Golden Son, so gifted that he seemed to be able to compete with Mordenkainen and Melf, was the one Alfred valued.

It didn’t matter if Stephanie died or lived in this farce, or how far her relations.h.i.+p with Roland would progress.

It would be nice for her to live and have some kind of spark with Roland, naturally.

If she died, he’d sigh a little, but that would be all.

Stephanie was indeed pretty, and a widow, and might be to Roland’s liking.

But there were plenty of wives in the capital

For example, Phyllis, the daughter-in-law of the Impaler, had the plumpest, whitest, tenderest body in the capital, a woman at her best and ripest, and she was also a decent person, with no negative rumors surrounding her, so if Stephanie wouldn’t do, Alfred wouldn’t mind introducing her to Roland.

And the red fox marquis’ half-Succubus wife, although already forty-seven years old, still had a face like a young girl’s, and more importantly, she had the dignity of a legitimate n.o.blewoman but also gave people a kind of libidinous sensation that only Succubi could. This kind of mixture of temperament would probably also be to Roland’s liking.

There were many other similar candidates, and if the capital had no suitable ones, there were over a hundred other large cities and thousands of medium-sized cities with hundreds of millions of beautiful and mature women; there was bound to be those to Roland’s liking

There was no shortage of beauty in the great Fareins.

There was never a shortage.

Using one or more women to tie a talented Mage to the chariot of Fareins was a super-cheap deal no matter how one looked at it.

Alfred had a few words with the old king and left.

Almost all the forces in the city were waiting for the result.

Only a handful of forces were still investigating these things. The Saint Samurai Schuck of the Temple of Light. He lived in a house built for him by the Holy Realm, low-profile on the outside and upscale on the inside, and was looking over the information his men had acquired.

Margret, the little red dragon princess, wandered down from upstairs with bare feet, then laid down on Schuck’s lap, yawned widely, and said softly, “After all these days of searching, have you found out anything yet?”

“Things are a little strange.” Schuck freed a hand and stroked the little princess’s smooth hair. “It’s odd that the whole capital is watching the show.”

“What’s wrong?”