As the game promotes, the Conflict Continent is a turbulent world.

The fragile peace on the continent of Mycrov is about to be broken, and adventurers will use their swords and shields to write a new epic chapter with courage and wisdom on such a land full of blood and smoke.

It sounds like it makes people feel excited, but in this world, you will feel the ubiquitous depression.

The people who were frightened and uneasy due to the increasing frequent wars, gradually became deserted due to the erosion of chaos in other worlds. As the black smoke gradually covered the sky, making the sun, moon and stars dim, and the hearts became more and more cold and less warm. Everything that was once peaceful has passed away and will never be returned.

The so-called epic is like this. The earth is blood flowing into rivers, the bones pile up into mountains, the ancient country is shaking, and the flames of civilization are like candles in the wind.

Of course, there are always people who can adapt to this cruel and depressing world and still live like fish in water.

Sitting on a large chair in the library lounge, Joshua put down the book in his hand and looked up at the man who was talking.

"I know you."

He said calmly: "Second Prince, Dimore Delmond, I didn't expect to see you here."

The young man completely walked out of the shadow of the bookshelf and stood in front of the warriors and his divine machines.

This is a familiar face. Joshua had seen it many times in newspapers about the empire in his previous life. Although his face is a little young now, it can be seen that this person is the current second prince of the empire, His Majesty the emperor of the future Northern Empire.

Dimore has dark and golden shoulder-length hair like his father. His appearance is not outstanding, but his temperament as if he is unsheathed, is known to people. He must have inherited the blood of the Dalemond Royal Warrior. When he heard Joshua's words, the second prince, whose identity was discovered, moved his gray-brown eyes slightly, and seemed a little surprised.

At this time, Dimore was wearing an extremely simple dress, just wearing an ordinary imperial guard uniform. Apart from the inconspicuous golden sun emblem on his shoulder, it was impossible to tell that he was a heir to the throne. If Joshua had not known the other party's identity for a long time, anyone would have mistaken him for an ordinary knight from the Northwest Plain.

"Do you know me?"

Originally thought that his hidden identity was seen like Joshua, Dimore couldn't help but subconsciously pressed the sword on his waist. He didn't want to take action, but just because of habit, the second prince said to himself in confusion: "Even those ministers have many people who can't recognize me, but you can see it at a glance."

“That was natural, impressed.”

Shrugged, Joshua's eyes swept over and looked at this tough person who was known for his iron and coldness in the future.

Dimore Delmond, who is perfectly adapted to this cruel and depressing world. Unlike the mediocre eldest prince, there is a fierce beast hidden in the heart of this second prince.

About six years later, the current imperial emperor, Isrell Delmond, died. Because the incident suddenly happened, he did not leave a will. The Northern Empire was in civil strife. Many princes fought mercilessly to seize the throne.

Even the huge empire, which was not shaken in the face of such a disaster as Longfu invasion, suddenly fell on the verge of collapse. The soldiers who defended their country raised their spears and swords and fought with their former comrades. After a large-scale battle called [March Chaos], the entire northern empire was faintly divided into seven parts by the seven princes and princes, and even had the limit of division.

In the face of the abyss that is about to invade, such actions are undoubtedly a way to kill, but now that things have come to this point, no one has the ability to turn the tide and reverse the situation. The split of the empire seems to be a foregone conclusion.

And it was Dimore that changed all this.

This originally nameless and taciturn second prince appeared from nowhere and suddenly showed his strength close to the legendary level. He raided thousands of miles and killed all his former brothers and sisters one by one without any mercy. Finally, in the blood pool and fearful eyes of the ground, he put on the iron crown of symbolic rights and obligations expressionlessly, and crowned himself as emperor in the central hall of the Morley Palace, the holy city of Sanshan.

In his previous life, Joshua had met Dimore several times. Compared with the tough and iron-blooded emperor at that time, who seemed to be unable to see through the abyss, the second prince now seems too young. Although his face has experienced many battles, his eyes are still clear and cannot conceal his thoughts.

It's really interesting. Joshua couldn't help but think of it in his heart. He wanted to laugh a little, but he didn't expect that the iron-blooded emperor would look like this when he was young in the future.

Just as the warrior was observing Dimore, Dimore was also observing the warrior.

He didn't care what Joshua said before. No matter whether Joshua knew him or not, his purpose would not change.

It would be better to say that if the other party did not see through his identity, Dimore would be disappointed.

The gray-brown eyes swept over, and the second prince looked at Joshua who was sitting on the big chair carefully.

This is a tall man, like a cast steel.

Even though the warrior sat expressionlessly, he was as majestic as a mountain. There was no slight fluctuation in his red eyes, but it conveyed endless pressure, making Dimore feel like he fell into the deep sea and kept sinking. He also felt that there was a glacier that was about to fall into the sky, cold and extremely dangerous in front of him.

"sharp."

His right hand had already touched the hilt of the sword, but Dimore realized something was wrong. He shook his head slightly and drove away the hallucinations in his mind. After a while, he raised his brow and exclaimed softly: "It is worthy of being a powerful soldier whom the father praised too. Just his eyes almost made me take the initiative."

"I probably guessed the purpose of your visit."

Joshua leaned against the back of the chair. He didn't seem to be standing up, but continued to sit there, smiling relaxedly: "Think about it carefully, this does match your personality, but how did you know I'm coming here?"

The warrior recalled some rumors about the future emperor, and now it seems that the news is not fake.

"It seems you know me well...but it's just a coincidence. I was already in the Royal Library before I knew you were coming to Master Nostradamus."

Without caring about Joshua's actions, Dimore walked slowly to the table. He looked at the warrior with his gray-brown eyes. There was no fear and anxiety that ordinary people would have in his eyes, only pure curiosity and excitement: "Count Radcliff... This is the first time I have heard my father admire a warrior so much. You must know that as a legendary strongman, even the five commanders of the legions are just 'not bad' in his eyes."

"And you are the 'best'."

Using the best of deliberately emphasized as the conclusion, Dimore sat opposite Joshua, his eyes swept over Ying and Lin, and Ying and Lin also looked at him calmly. The second prince raised his eyebrows and said, "Is this your maid and housekeeper? Although he is young, he is very determined. Should he let them retreat a little?"

"Don't worry, they are also 'best'."

Shaking his head to refuse, Joshua looked at the second prince who was already impatient in front of him and asked with interest: "It's here? This is the Royal Library. Are you not planning to change the place?"

"No problem, it's here."

Untie the sword from his waist and put it on the side of the table. Dimore moved his wrists, his eyes hot: "Just end before the guards arrive, you can do it, right?"

"nature."

The warrior looked at the other party's sword from the corner of his eyes. It was an ordinary cross sword, well-made and the leather on the hilt was seriously worn. Its owner must have used it frequently, and the scabbard was covered with blood stains that were not cleaned. From the perspective of quantity, its owner must have worn it through countless sinister battlefields, and the resentment of the deceased was entangled on it, proving the holder's martial merit.

It is rumored that the second prince concealed his identity in his youth, joined the army of the Western Plains, and fought with the green-skinned orcs for several years until the orc court was completely burned down and he returned to the imperial capital. Now it seems that the news is true.

Moreover, in rumors, he likes to challenge the strong. In the future, Brandon, the sword of the Empire, was often taken to duel by him in the name of investigation. Dimore even has the nickname of "Dull King".

So now, is his actions because of a simple competitive spirit?

No, there are some other things mixed in.

"So, as you wish."

Too lazy to think so much, Joshua laughed. He swept the books on the table aside, then put his arm on, the red fighting spirit condensed, and the heroic voice of the warrior echoed in the hall.
Chapter completed!