Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

"Doo-hoo," the dice spun on the table and soon stopped, with the number 6 facing up.

"Oh, it's 6," a woman dressed in a flamboyant manner clapped her hands and said with a smile, "Then the mage piece uses 'earth magic,' young master Arshe, you can't move to the middle lane for now."

Across the table, the Duke of Lefère's second son, Arche, frowned. He picked up the die and looked at the top and bottom lanes of the chessboard.

The game of Go is not difficult, but sometimes it requires a bit of luck. Now that the middle lane is temporarily blocked, we can only look for solutions on the other two lanes.

"Young Master Arshe, are you just drinking Red Bull? Don't you want to add anything else?" The woman leaned forward, revealing her impressive cleavage. "I know that adding some deer blood would make it taste even better."

"Sorry, I'm not interested in those." Alshe lightly twirled the dice in his hand, not even glancing up at the "career line" opposite him.

"Sigh," the woman sighed irritably, "There are so few people today. I wonder where they all went?"

Hearing this, Alshe's lips curled up. He knew where those nobles who frequented Perfume Lily Street were right now. His father had clearly told him not to wander around during this time, but as an outcast among the nobles of Golden Flower City—"the silly goose of the Eagle family"—how could he listen to his father?

Thus, Archet unusually arrived at the Perfume Lily Street, even becoming one of the few noble guests there.

However, he didn't like playing games involving drinking in high heels; at most, he would just find a beautiful woman to play chess with.

"What if we move the knight forward a few squares?" Arshe looked at the chessboard, pondering his next move, but his thoughts were immediately interrupted by a few shouts.

"It's Lord Durak!" Several scantily clad women crowded around the window facing the street, shouting loudly down.

Upon hearing this, the woman across the table immediately stood up, lifted her skirt, and ran to the nearest window. "Is Lord Durak outside?"

Seeing his opponent run far away, Arshe sighed. It seemed he could only wait for his opponent to finish watching before he could continue playing.

"What Iceberg Knight? He's supposed to be the most handsome in Golden Flower City," he said, putting down the dice and scoffing. "He's just so-so, not as good-looking as Charles."

After saying that, Arshe looked at the chessboard on the table, and a few seconds later he sighed, "Where have you been hiding? This place is no fun at all."

On Perfume Lily Street, the Ice Knight Durak Slok, gripping his sword hilt, ran quickly towards the other end of the long street. He hadn't been to this street much, but he had heard of the infamous "Red Light District."

But today, the city's emergency assembly bell rang, forcing him to cross the street and run to rejoin his royal guard.

With his hurried steps, the metallic clanging of his armor drew the attention of passersby on the street, many of whom moved aside to make way for Dulak.

But this was, after all, one of the busiest streets in Golden Flower City, with all sorts of pedestrians around. Even though Dulac was careful to avoid them, a girl carrying a flower basket was still pushed into the middle of the road.

"Ah, you slut!" "How dare she try to bump into Lord Durak!" The women at the windows on the second and third floors immediately began cursing the flower girl who had been bumped into by Durak.

Some even shouted, "Sir, come and bump into me, my flesh is softer."

However, Dulac stood still and glanced at the flower girl who was struggling on the ground, trying to get up.

"How are you?" he asked coldly.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm fine, I'm fine." The flower girl quickly pulled the flower basket to her side and began to pick up the flowers on the ground. As she moved, the floral headscarf on her head slowly slipped back, revealing her long black hair and a pair of bright black eyes.

"Are you alright?" Dulak glanced at the flower girl on the ground and the scattered flowers around her. He didn't bend down to help pick them up, but instead gave the onlookers a cold look, deterring them from stepping on the flowers.

Then, she tiptoed and jumped out of the open space among the flowers in a few steps, then, holding onto the hilt of her sword, she continued running forward.

As he ran, he muttered to himself, "If I had used the side-stepping leap sword technique, I could have perfectly avoided that flower seller."

The ladies at the surrounding windows were still shouting enthusiastically. In the middle of the street, the flower girl quickly gathered all the flowers into her basket, then turned her head and gave a deep look at Durac, who had run away.

"This guy is a 'Latchet' too."

After saying that, she pulled the headscarf off her shoulders, put it back on, covering her shiny black hair, and then continued to ask if anyone wanted to buy flowers.

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"Have they all arrived?" Prince Grover, sitting on his horse, turned to look at Leo Potts, the Minister of State, who was half a horse's length behind him.

When the old man went to the suburban palace before, he rode at breakneck speed and almost broke his bones. Now that the second prince has deliberately slowed down his ride, he can finally catch his breath.

"Your Highness, everyone is waiting for you." The old man bowed slightly on his horse, his expression very respectful.

While the nobles were waiting, he acted decisively, mounted his horse, and rode straight to the outskirts. It was remarkable that someone his age still wanted to make progress.

If the second prince successfully inherits the throne, he will surely remember who went to great lengths to personally "invite" him out of the palace.

"Why are there so few guards up ahead?" Grover glanced at the west gate of Golden Flower City not far away. The number of guards at this gate was less than half of what it used to be, and there were quite a few people going in and out. In theory, it should be strictly guarded.

"I reckon all the manpower has been transferred to the east of the city." Minister Leodor thought for a moment before cautiously saying, "Now that the Grand Duke of the North is actually waging war around the capital, this is a contempt for the dignity of the royal family. You need to see His Majesty as soon as possible and explain the consequences."

"I know." Grover glanced at the old man beside him, a slight twitch creeping onto his lips, but he quickly returned to his previous nonchalant demeanor.

The group of twelve quickly arrived at the city gate. Just as several guards were about to step forward, Leod stopped them, saying, "His Highness needs to go to the palace immediately. You all need to clear the way for him."

The guards glanced up at the second prince on horseback, then bowed respectfully and began to approach the pedestrians, pushing and shoving them to clear a path for His Highness.

However, their actions were rude, which caused complaints from pedestrians, and some even argued with the guards.

A few minutes later, the scene became increasingly chaotic. A guard rode up to Grover and said, "Your Highness, something seems amiss."

"Wrong?" Grover turned his head to look.

"These guys don't seem like ordinary pedestrians; they're more like adventurers," the guard frowned, looking at the chaotic scene. "And those guards are too inexperienced. In the past, when something like this happened, they would have already started using force to drive them away."

After hearing the guard's explanation, Grover frowned and looked around. The city gate guards were indeed behaving too mildly. At first, they would push and curse, but when the pedestrians resisted, the guards were pushed a few steps closer to him.

"Something's not right. Could it be someone from the Grand Duke of the North?" Grover's mind raced with thoughts. He then waved his hand, preparing to give the order.

But while he was fast, someone was even faster. A bowstring snapped in the crowd, and an arrow shot straight toward the second prince.

In an instant, Grover's eyes narrowed, and he instinctively pulled the Executive Minister next to him.

The old man was still dreaming of being promoted to prime minister when he was suddenly pulled away.

"Ah!" He screamed as the arrow pierced his body, and he fell off his horse.

"Enemy attack!" a guard shouted, and everyone drew their weapons. "Your Highness, let's go back to the palace quickly; it's safer there."

Seeing that the sneak attack had failed, the guards and pedestrians at the city gate stopped pretending and drew their weapons, rushing towards Grover and his group.

Even as Grover turned his horse around to flee, a number of armed men rushed out from both sides of the road behind him.

"How dare the Grand Duke of the North act so recklessly?" The second prince drew his longsword and shouted at the crowd.

"Kill him, and you'll get the secret medicine!" A shout rang out, and the "pedestrians" rushed towards the cavalry guards like madmen.

"Your Highness, we'll protect you and break through!" the guard captain shouted, taking the lead and preparing to clear a path for the second prince behind him.

But things didn't go as planned. Several burly men wielding large axes and swords charged at him.

The commander of the guards had no choice but to resort to a strategy of trading injury for life.

The mournful cries of horses echoed, and guards behind him had already been cut down and thrown from their horses. Grover desperately brandished his longsword, trying to carve out an escape route for himself.

At the distant city gate, Count Valentine drew his longbow again, aiming the arrow at the second prince who was wielding his sword.

"Don't move, don't move," he muttered under his breath as the bowstring was slowly drawn back.

The arrow that was supposed to be shot was still on the bow. Valentine was just aiming at the enemy; he had not yet made up his mind whether to shoot the second prince in public.

It is important to know that shooting an heir to a kingdom is a very serious crime, far more serious than the treason of the Mello family.

If Grover manages to escape today, Valentine, as the executor of this rebellion, will only suffer the fate of having his entire family beheaded.

But what if the second prince, Grover, dies?

He would then be the third prince's staunch ally, and as the kingdom's sole legitimate heir, Theodore would undoubtedly become the next king.

None of the minor nobles who wrote letters to Theodore all day long were willing to participate in the struggle at this moment; they only talked about it, and none of them dared to actually get involved.

Even Theodore's maternal clan was only stationing troops on the border of their territory at this time.

Only by killing the second prince on the spot can the Valentine family embark on the path to rise, and then no one will be able to stop him from becoming a duke.

"It all comes down to this," Valentine said through gritted teeth, as the bowstring snapped and the arrow shot like a meteor toward Grover, who was wielding his sword on horseback.

"Whoosh!" The arrow was as fast as lightning. Even though one of the guards shouted a warning, "There's a hidden arrow!" it was too late.

With a "thud," Grover was struck in the shoulder by an arrow, and the immense momentum pulled him down, causing him to fall directly off his horse.

"Kill him!" The surrounding rebels shouted in unison when they saw the second prince fall from his horse. They waved their weapons and pushed forward, wanting to dismember Grover.

The perilous scene had everyone on edge: the glaring guards, the greedy adventurers, and Valentine, who felt he had finally achieved his goal and had a smirk on his face. Everyone had their own purpose and their own pursuit.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment; the shouts and cries gradually subsided until they disappeared.

The people around him moved slower and slower, but their ferocious expressions remained clear.

Grover endured the pain in his shoulder and struggled to get up. He knew he was on the verge of death, but he didn't want to die yet.

But the giant axes and longswords were already upon him, their cold light shining into his eyes, ready to strike him in the next second.

"Am I going to die?" A thought flashed through Grover's mind; he was filled with resentment.

He was unwilling to die like this, unwilling to not become king, and unwilling to not avenge those people.

With a loud "thud," a loud noise exploded right next to Grover, followed by a shockwave that sent the surrounding rebels flying backward.

Just as everyone was wailing, a cracking sound came from the ground.

Then, several adventurers were pulled into the air with shouts, and their bodies began to twist. The sound of bones cracking rang out continuously, followed by their screams.

Logically speaking, these guys involved in the attack were all seasoned adventurers, including many powerful members of the Brotherhood and the Knights, but they were still unable to resist. It was as if they were lifted into the air by a pair of large hands and then twisted into a pretzel like a towel being wrung out.

Then, these creatures wailed as they were randomly "pinched" together, like children building toys, forming a round doorway on the ground.

Grover stood there, supporting his shoulders, staring blankly at the "door" formed by the adventurer's body, unsure of what to do.

Those guys were still alive, but they couldn't move and could only wail and groan, as if that was the only thing they could do before they died.

The other adventurers scattered like startled rabbits, trying to get as far away from the bloody "door" as possible, fearing they might be the next material to be used as a door.

"It's you?" Grover looked at the other side of the door, where several illusory figures swayed like reflections in water. "Ayara, Fitz, you..."

He reached out his hand, moved towards the door, and quickly disappeared into the reflection.

In the distance, Count Valentine trembled, unable to believe what he was seeing. The predetermined goal, which was about to be achieved, had changed at the last moment, and in such an unbelievable way.

"What should I do?" he muttered, his mind racing as he tried to think of a solution.

Meanwhile, in the distant sky, no one noticed that there was another person floating there.

"How could it be a 'dimensional gate'?" Elma frowned as she watched the bloody "gate" formed by adventurers collapse with a roar.

"Who used demonic magic to save the second prince?"

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