Chapter 1734

"Your Highness, please give up the right to inherit the throne!"

The prince never thought that the two leaders of the royal guard who allegedly came with their mother's order said this when they opened their mouth.

"Want me to give up the throne? Why?"

"Because... Her Majesty said that she still prefers... At least the inheritance of the throne of our country is still determined according to the succession law of Muggles."

The prince was puzzled by the leader's words.

In fact, he understood the surface content of the other party's sentence - it seems that some wizard forces tried to interfere with his succession to the British throne.

The so-called "Wizard forces" mostly refer to these black robed people in the square.

But what puzzled him was, why did these people intervene in his succession to the throne? Does he have anything to do with these wizards if he is not the next king?

Does the masked guy next to him want to take advantage of the fire and turn Britain into his bag?

However, this seems to contradict what the team leader said.

"According to the law of succession to the throne, even if I voluntarily give up the throne, it should be my son William who takes over the throne?"

Since the act stipulates that the king does not have the right to directly appoint a successor, the succession of the throne will not change as long as the first successor does not give up on his own, or there is something unexpected that cannot be inherited.

According to the inheritance law, even if he chooses to give up, his son will succeed - since it is not the wizard next to him who wants to seize the throne, what is the difference between him and his son?

"So..." the prince frowned and stared at the leader in front of him. "What if my answer is' no '

"No matter what your answer is, the result is the same."

This time, it was not any of the two team leaders who answered him, but the masked man who had never spoken since the beginning.

However, to the surprise of the prince and old Davidson, the guy wrapped in black robes and with a strange mask on his face seemed to be a girl with a gentle voice.

"What do you mean?"

After a little meal, the prince turned his head and looked at each other's mask and asked in a deep voice.

"It doesn't mean anything, your highness." the black robed girl covered by the mask shook her head slightly, "We just made an exchange with your mother - we are responsible for protecting the personal safety of most members of the British royal family, including you; and our request is that anyone other than you will inherit the throne and keep you in custody indefinitely until the end of this extraordinary disaster."

The prince was confused by the girl's words. Of course, he had figured out the current situation. In a word, his situation seemed bad.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help turning his head slightly and glancing at the old bishop next to him, as if to see what old Davidson thought about it.

But who knows, the latter immediately shook his head at him.

In fact, old Davidson was no less surprised than the prince at the moment, because he soon found that all the Wizards in black robes in the square had paid attention to themselves.

He was sure that as long as he made a rash move, those guys would not hesitate to fight together. It was unclear whether they would control him or simply kill him.

At present, old Davidson's cold hair stood up all over his body, and even his breathing became much sluggish.

At the same time, on the other side, the masked girl seemed not to see them making eye contact, and was still calm as before. After a while, she heard her continue:

"I know that your highness probably still doesn't understand... But I'm sorry, we're just acting according to the prophecy."

When the other party mentioned the prophecy, Davidson finally couldn't help saying:

"Prophecy? What prophecy?"

But the old bishop did not expect that when the girl saw him ask, she even raised her right hand and gently pointed with the white fingers exposed in her black robe sleeves.

"Your highness and some of your actions will become an opportunity to completely throw the whole European continent into chaos - you are the sinners of the world."

Old Davidson froze before the words fell.

The other party's words naturally reminded him of the plan he had just made with the prince. They haven't even discussed the idea in more detail! Unexpectedly, others already know it.

"Are you a prophet?" old Davidson blurted out subconsciously. Then he seemed to suddenly think of something. He suddenly pointed to the girl and said, "I know! You are the large black wizard organization that has been settling and living between Norway and Sweden!"

I remember at the beginning, kakarov also mentioned this organization with Maka. However, during that period, the huge black wizard organization had differences of opinion due to the birth of halbo and was in a state of civil strife.

Although they were noisy at that time, they did not really reach between Maka and halbo, so Maka put aside the intelligence about the organization after paying attention to it for a period of time.

Now it seems that the chaos within them has obviously settled down.

However, when old Davidson pointed to the girl and said that the other party was a prophet, the girl just shook her head lightly.

"No, you're wrong. I'm not a prophet," she denied softly. "My sister is the prophet of this generation - only because she can't show up in front of others for some reason, I can exercise her power on her behalf."

It is said that in this black wizard organization, there has always been a very rare prophet blood. Once a gifted person awakens the prophet blood, he will immediately become the only leader to guide the whole organization.

Under the guidance of prophets and prophecies, this organization will rarely have a very strong period. However, under all kinds of turbulence over the years, he has almost never made any wrong choices, and has been comfortingly preserved so far.

Now, their internal contradictions have been suddenly smoothed out, mostly because the prophet of their generation was finally born.

Old Davidson saw that although the other party said he guessed the wrong person, he did not deny his speculation about his identity as a Nordic black wizard organization.

However, when he still wanted to say something, the girl seemed to have no idea to talk to him anymore.

At the next moment, the masked girl waved her sleeve and calmly said:

"The throne has nothing to do with it. Take this gentleman down first!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a team of black robed wizards in the square quickly stepped out and rushed towards old Davidson.