Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"Huh? Is the lord of the City of Wanderings thinking of retiring? We haven't really bothered him much."

Upon hearing that the announcement concerned the succession, many liches lost interest. To them, royal power was meaningless, and wealth was ultimately nothing. Liches had little expectation of royalty, nor did they need to understand matters of bloodline succession. It was irrelevant to them, and their past memories told them it was a solemn but tedious occasion.

However, the long procession also led some liches to attend the ceremony, and Lord Carlos extended an invitation to everyone in the City of Wanderings.

Upon learning that the location was in the plaza beneath the central tower, Lyle took a step forward.

He had a premonition that this inheritance ceremony was closely related to him and could not be missed.

Seeing the large army split in two, the operator looked at his friend.

"How to say?"

"Let's go join the fun with the epidemic doctor."

Most of the liches who went to observe the ceremony were young newcomers from Andrei, whose bone age was relatively young. They were not as academically proficient as the older liches and were more driven by the novelty.

The other liches who continued to wait simply smiled; each soul had its own way of pursuing its goals.

Among this crowd, a lich is making a choice.

"The heavens move and all things are in motion."

The nameless man, who harbored great ambitions, frowned as he looked at the results of the divination.

"Fate has me staying here? But I need to go back to Andrei to start my metaphysical research project. Oh well, I'll follow the guidance of fate."

"Um, Mr. Nameless..." A faint voice came from beneath the solidified boulder, and a small piece of lace-trimmed velvet popped its head out, "Now that your divination is over, can you pull me out?"

The giant rock formed from the celestial phenomenon chose the reporter.

Wuming smiled and nodded. "Okay, Mr. Reporter, let me calculate whether I should save you or not."

"Strange celestial phenomena." Fate has once again chosen the journalist.

"nameless!!!!!!!"

Lyle's steps were somewhat hurried. As the Arcane Eye at the top of the central tower once again shone its light, Lyle arrived in the crowd. His lich companions, who had arrived earlier, had already set up a skeletal support structure on the spot. Nia's tentacles carried Lyle to the top, where he observed the entire ritual site.

Mystics, clad in robes and hooded to conceal their faces, enveloped the elevated platform, while a pale blue magical barrier kept the citizens out.

"That high platform..."

Unknown characters were engraved on the circular platform, twisted like snakes and sharp like claws, the magic flowing within the hieroglyphic script clearly visible. What surprised Lyle even more was that the stone was studded with diamonds. The diamonds, which had damaged the rock's structure, did not destroy the characters. They were distributed in certain places, seemingly both natural and artificial, vaguely forming a magic circle.

Lyle spotted a familiar figure among the onlookers.

Mr. Schiller, the director of the Soul Theater, Mrs. Pomfrey, the Queen of the Abyss... and the members of Twilight Memories.

When the gates of the distant Silver Castle opened, the magical golems leveled the overgrown weeds along the way, and everyone discovered a hidden passage connecting the royal city to the central tower.

Following the honor guard, Carlos, the lord of the Wandering City, walked out of the royal city and ascended the high platform amidst the entourage of arcane practitioners.

Wearing a bright silver robe, Carlos removed his hood, revealing a golden crown that blended seamlessly with Dorjit's sun-like blond hair. He looked down upon all living beings with an air of superiority, but Carlos lowered his proud head as if he were that one.

The steady footsteps resonated in everyone's hearts. Only one voice remained in the heavens and earth, like the breath of an angry dragon. The aged figure, an old man with an air of scholarship, accepted the king's bow. His usual peace vanished, and the cold light in his eyes made him seem like a god who disregarded all living beings.

“Irene Dorgit. That’s my name.”

"I am the monarch of the fallen kingdom of Morokui."

"Also from the previous era, the King of Magic."

Chapter 431 The Wrath of the King

Irene Dorgitt.

The founder of Twilight Memories.

Mr. Irene is the father of Carlos, the lord of the City of Wanderings? And the former king of the Dorgit royal family?

Lyle was overwhelmed with joy, his heart pounding with excitement.

No, in truth, I had been vaguely prepared. The people of Twilight Memories were all former kings, and Mr. Irian displayed power against the Legion of Judges that rivaled that of angels. As the master of this dreamlike city, he was no less formidable.

It turns out that Mr. Irian's words at the time were not an exaggeration.

"Twilight in Morokui, the King of Magic..."

The King of Magic was not, in fact, a king who possessed magic, but the king of all magic.

As the revealed reality aligned perfectly with his own thoughts, Lyle felt his body heating up, and a sense of anticipation gradually grew.

He was increasingly looking forward to what was to come.

In official settings, Mr. Elion was not so talkative. There were no lengthy words or declarations. Elion coldly surveyed the surroundings, and those who met his gaze all lowered their heads and looked down. Even the Andrei lich climbed down from the skeletal platform.

"I feel a bit uneasy. My gut tells me not to mess with that old man. Unbelievable, I'm a lich."

"Although I think you usually talk in a very sinister way, I agree with your point of view this time."

"This old mage is very dangerous."

Perhaps pleased with the behavior of those around her, Irene stopped staring aimlessly and looked at Carlos.

“Bring him over here, and bring your child up as well.”

Even with his dazzling crown, Carlos showed the utmost respect for his father, as did the arcane mages. In Lyle's view, the arcane mages guarding the scene were trembling. Ever since Mr. Irian's voice appeared, the arcane community had entered a state of frenzy; if they could die for their master now, they would absolutely do it.

Upon receiving the order, the arcane practitioner quickly brought up a figure clad in a silver robe.

The shadow of the hood concealed his face, but the golden threads of hair peeking out from the corners were proof enough. Tall and slender, his steps were steady yet light, carrying a youthful agility, and his pale hands emerged from his sleeves. Ignoring his appearance, the mere act of moving—ascending the platform and arriving beside Irian—gave off an air of gentle refinement.

A handsome and refined young nobleman.

The heir knelt on one knee and bowed to Elion with meticulous etiquette, clearly showing great care.

The perfect manners caused Irian to close his eyes for a moment. He maintained his solemn demeanor, but his tone had unconsciously softened considerably.

Irian extended her palm, and as her arm moved, the runes on the ground lit up in sync with her hand, magic surged, and a crystal-clear magical barrier enveloped Irian, Carlos, and the successor.

"Take off your hiding place, child. You are safe here."

Upon hearing Eleanor's command, the heir slowly grasped the brim of his hat.

The true face of the future heir of the City of Wanderings is being revealed, and everyone is craning their necks, eagerly anticipating his appearance. Lyle is no exception; in areas beyond his sight, Lyle begins to close his eyes and sense his surroundings.

Sure enough, the successor gave me a very familiar feeling.

He really is...

Ha ha ha ha...

A sudden, oppressive feeling, as if his heart were being clenched, gripped Lyle's chest. The sinister laugh that flashed through his mind sent a chill down his spine, and fear crept up his spine. From that moment on, the world Lyle perceived changed.

That successor was indeed very familiar to him, but the familiarity was terrifying.

The aura emanating from him was exactly the same as Lyle's.

It was like two sides of a mirror, and a disgusting sense of resistance grew in Lyle's heart.

The heir removed his hood, and his face, illuminated by the sunlight, drew gasps and exclamations of admiration from the crowd.

His handsome face was like a sculpture carved from gold and jade, and his eyes seemed to speak. His azure eyes were like the sky and the sea, with a gentle and alluring quality. He possessed both the heroic spirit of a man and the gentleness of a woman. The person who appeared before Irian was such a perfect person.

“Ino…”

Why isn't it William? Where is William? Am I mistaken?

The reality that deviated from his expectations filled Lyle with doubt, but the ceremony continued.

Perhaps it was because Irene shared the same abruptness as Lyle, or perhaps it was because Ino's appearance far exceeded Irene's expectations. The first thing the Magic King did was not to praise his appearance or acknowledge his identity, but to look at Carlos.

"My child, are you sure this is your offspring?"

“Yes, Father, I met him at the Blood Rose Bar that day. He was a cleaner there. Even though he was dressed simply, I recognized him at a glance. He is my son. He is my William.”

What's going on, Mr. Carlos? Was your promotion of William a sham? Your pleasant conversation and the care you showed William—did you have ulterior motives?

Lyle felt terrible and terrified.

Ino is replacing William, replacing everything he went through.

Within the barrier, Irene acknowledged her child's perspective and looked at Ino with even greater satisfaction.

“I will complete your succession ceremony, my grandson.”

"But first of all, you brought that thing with you, didn't you? That thing that will always belong to you."

Ino smiled slightly, and the sunlight seemed to dim in response to that smile, casting shadows on the ground.

“Yes, Grandpa, I brought it with me, my credentials.”

Ino reached into his sleeve and took out the keepsake that belonged to him.

A glittering gold coin, one side engraved with a scroll recording magic, and the other side showing a human head, which happens to be the profile of Irian Dorjit.

Dorgit's Lucky Coin, William's Lucky Coin.

No! No! No! William's gold coin is his family heirloom; it's a magical item that belongs only to William.

That one from Ino must be fake! Yes! This fake will be exposed very soon!

Lyle was looking forward to it.

Irene picked up the gold coin, and the moment her fingers touched it, the words on the ground rose into the air, came to life, and roared like giant beasts, spraying the magic contained within the characters onto the gold coin.

The coin, imbued with magical energy, was guided and deformed by Irene's magical threads, ultimately revealing to everyone a delicate triangular pyramid-shaped magical alchemical artifact.

“Success, child. The key has been activated—the key to controlling the underground magic network node of the Wandering City, the very foundation of the kingdom.” Irene smiled and handed the key to Ino. “Welcome back, our magic prince. Here, it’s yours, you deserve it.”

Ino smiled brightly, reached out her hand, and touched the key.

"It is my honor to receive a gift from Grandpa."

"Hahaha, that's my honor, child."

The chilling voice was like the gates of hell opened in a purgatory of the underworld, sending a bone-chilling cold across the world. Irian's tone was icy, her voice filled with rage.

"It is truly an honor for me to be called 'Grandpa' by followers of evil gods."

Irene's sudden change of attitude caught everyone off guard.

Ino didn't even have time to react. His fingers were clenched so tightly that the key was just a split second away. In that instant, he had gone from a magic prince to a prisoner. Magic chains pierced his body—scapula, sternum, leg bones, ribs. Ino vomited blood and instantly became unable to move.