Tragic life of the Prince

Ralf soon arrived in front of the guest house where Man Shi was living.

He soon entered the room and quickly found the old doctor sitting on the desk, experimenting with some liquids.

"Doctor" Ralf called out, and he moved ahead.

But at the same time, the doctor emptied a purple liquid into a red one, and then,

Boom!

An explosion occurred, and the two liquids were blown apart.

The doctor was propelled into the air and crashed on the ground near Ralf.

"What the…"

Ralf was surprised and wanted to help, but the old man immediately jumped back to his feet, his messy white hair tainted with black, and screamed, "Haha, I did it!"

Ralf gaped at the old man, who was dancing joyfully, and called out again, "Doctor!"

Man Shi turned around and noticed Ralf standing behind him.

A smile surfaced on his wrinkled face. " Oh, the Crowned Prince is here, How can I help you?"

Ralf looked at the room and the tightly shut windows carefully, and when he was sure that no one was listening, he came closer to the doctor and said, "You will not heal the king!"

"Ah!" The doctor showed the most horrifying expression he could muster and gasped.

"But why"

"Tch, don't overreact, old man; you know why I am here," Rlaf spoke out, sensing his fake expressions.

The horrifying expression on the doctor's face calmed down; of course, he knew why!

The death of the king may be a bad thing for the kingdom, but for the princes, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get the throne.

He looked into Rlaf's eyes and said, "It will not be cheap, young prince "

Ralf nodded tactfully. "What do you need?"

The doctor rubbed his hands together in anticipation and spat out, "Well, how about your maid, Lyia"

"You" anger surfaced on Ralf's face as he grasped onto the collar of the doctor.

But the latter didn't even flinch; his eyes were tranquil and filled with lust. "That's the price, prince, and remember, I am killing the King, not any random man."

Ralf clutched his hands tightly as a myriad of emotions swirled in his heart. Lyia was someone he loved from the bottom of his heart.

Despite that, the personal maid could only serve the prince appointed to them and couldn't sleep with another one if not permitted by the prince himself. Thus, the decision of who Lyia will sleep with was in Ralf's hands.

But there was something that he loved more than anything and could even sacrifice his soul if asked for:

The Throne!

A resolute expression formed on his face, and Ralf said with a nod, "Alright, you can have her, but only if she agrees."

He pulled the doctor closer from his shirt and said, "And you better not use any tricks on her."

The doctor flashed an honest smile and remarked, "Don't worry, I have a taste for seducing, not forcing myself on women."

"Don't worry, I will be watching everything."

Calming down, he pushed the doctor back and, without waiting, left the room.

The old doctor looked at his retreating back and chuckled slightly. "This family is messed up!"

Ralf was not the only prince that visited him; others too offered some good "gifts" for killing the king!

***

"Haa!" "Hoo!" "Haa!"

On the training ground behind the royal palace, a group of soldiers was marching back and forth as their arms swung systematically.

Each of the soldiers wore azure full-body armour with an insignia of the Kingdom of Marer.

The soldiers numbered a thousand and had ferocious expressions on their faces as they swung their arms wildly.

This was the special forces of the kingdom, and each soldier present here was a cultivator!

Due to the lack of talent, only a small fraction of soldiers could be converted into cultivators, and those who did were put into a special force.

In front of the army, a lady was standing with a stoic countenance on her face.

She was six feet tall and wore light body armour that covered her upper chest and legs. Her light blonde hair was tied into a ponytail as it swung slightly due to the wind.

She had a hulking figure, with well-built muscles covering her entire body and six-pack abs visible on her stomach.

Her breasts were well built and protruded out as if threatening to burst through the armour, and her ass was well shaped, occasionally inviting some stares from the nearby soldiers.

"Faster!"

Sensing the break in momentum in the march, the lady slammed a long spear in her hands on the ground and shouted out with a ferocious expression.

Ha! Ho! Ha!

A tremor ran down the spines of the soldiers, with deep fear reflecting in their eyes as they accelerated their movements.

Behind the muscular lady, a small boy who barely reached her waist was standing with a sword in his hands.

He was the son of the youngest queen, Titania, Daeman Crest.

The young prodigy, who had the highest realm of cultivation among all the princes

Daeman glanced at the well-built ass of the lady, with muscles clearly outlined, and licked his lips.

He relaxed the sword in his hands and then said with a sigh, "Teacher, I think it's enough training for today."

The lady named Elsa turned towards Daeman with a sharp glare and snorted, "Let them be, after my father's illness, they should be prepared for any unexpected. attack."

Daeman nodded at her reply, "Alright, as you say, Teacher."

'How vicious!' Daeman thought in his heart as he looked at his ferocious teacher.

She was the eldest daughter of Sofia, Ralf's big sister!

From childhood, Elsa had a good talent for fighting, so their father appointed her as the leader of the cultivators in the army.

And when Daeman also showed a good talent for cultivation, under the request of the king, she took Daeman as her student to teach her combat.

Even though he was a direct competitor of her brother Ralf, under the orders of the King, Elsa had to agree half-heartedly.

And thus they became teachers and students.

But today, a strange worry could be seen on Daemian's face as he gazed at his teacher.

It was because he had visited the old doctor today, and as compensation, he had asked Daeman to convince his teacher Elsa to have sex with him.

Rubbing his head in frustration, Daeman thought in his heart, "Now, how will I tame this tigress?"

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