Chapter 1733: Nordic girl prophet

"His Royal Highness, please give up the right to inherit the throne!"
The prince never expected that the two Royal Guard leaders, who came with their mother's orders, came and said this sentence.
"Want me to give up the throne? Why?"
"Because ... Her Majesty said that she still prefers ... At least my inheritance of the throne is still determined according to our Muggle Law on Inheritance of the Throne."
The prince seemed puzzled by the leader in front of him.
In fact, he seemed to understand the surface content of the other party's words, and it was the power of the wizard who tried to interfere with his inheritance of the British throne.
The so-called "wizard forces" mostly refer to these black-robed men in the square.
But what puzzled him a lot was why did these people come in and intervene in his succession to the throne? Is he improperly the next king, and has anything to do with these wizards?
Is this guy next to him wearing a mask trying to take advantage of the fire and turn Britain into something in his pocket?
However, this seems contradictory to what the leader said.
"According to the Law on Inheritance of the Throne, even if I take the initiative to abandon the throne, my son William will take over as the king?"
As the Act stipulates that the king does not directly designate the successor, as long as it is not the first successor to abandon himself or there is an accident that cannot be inherited, the succession of the throne will usually not change.
According to the inheritance law, even if he chooses to give up, his successor will be his son. Since this wizard is not the next wizard who wants to conquer the throne, is there any difference between people other than him and his son?
"So ..." The prince frowned, staring 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 wasn't any of the two leaders who answered him, but the masked man who had been standing beside him from the beginning.
However, the prince and old Davidson were somewhat surprised that this guy who was wrapped in a black robe and had a weird mask on his face seemed to be a girl with a mild voice.
"What do you mean?"
The prince paused for a moment before he turned his head to look at the other's mask and asked Shen Shen.
"Nothing, Your Highness." The girl in the black robe covered by her face shook her head slightly in shock, "We just exchanged with your mother. We are responsible for protecting most of the British royal family, including you. The personal safety of members; our request is that anyone other than you inherit the throne and keep you indefinitely until the end of this extraordinary disaster. "
The prince heard the words of the girl confused. Of course, he has already figured out the current situation. In short, his situation seems to be bad.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head a little, looked at the old bishop beside him, and seemed to want to see what Old Davidson thought about it.
But who knows, the latter immediately shook his head at him.
In fact, at this moment Old Davidson's surprise was not less than that of the prince. Because he soon discovered that the wizards in the uniform wearing black robes in the square had all paid attention to themselves.
He was sure that as long as he acted slightly, those guys would not hesitate to shoot together. As to whether they will stop him or simply ask him for his life, it is unknown.
Right now, the cold hair on Old Davidson's whole body was erected, and his breathing became stagnation a lot.
At the same time, on the other side, the masked girl was as calm as she did not see them communicating with her eyes. After a while, she heard her continue:
"I know that His Royal Highness is probably not quite clear just by saying this ... I'm just sorry, I just waited to follow the prophecy."
Seeing the other party mentioning the prophecy, Davidson, who had never dared to speak, finally couldn't help it:
"Prophecy? What prediction?"
But the old bishop did not expect that, when the girl saw him asking, when even raising her right hand, she gently touched her white fingers exposed in the sleeves of her black robe.
"Some actions of Your Highness and you will be an opportunity to bring the entire continent into chaos completely. You are sinners of the world."
Before the words fell, Old Davidson froze.
The other party's words made him naturally remember the plan that had just been initially set with the prince. They haven't even discussed the idea in more detail! I don't know anyone else already.
"Are you ... a prophet?" Old Davidson blurted out subconsciously, and then suddenly seemed to think of something, and pointed at the girl suddenly, "I see! You are the one who has been between Norway and Sweden. A large black wizarding organization that lives! "
I remember that at the beginning, Karkaroff had mentioned this organization with Makar. However, during this period, this huge black wizarding organization had divergent opinions due to the birth of Haierbo, and was in a state of civil strife.
Although they were arrogant at that time, they did not really reach out between Maca and Haierbo ~ EbookFREE.me ~, so after paying attention to Maca for a while, they will leave the information about this organization Shelved.
It now appears that the internal chaos has clearly settled.
However, when Old Davidson pointed to the girl and said the other party was a prophet, the girl just shook her head slightly.
"No, you're wrong. I'm not a prophet." She softly denied. "My sister is the prophet of this generation. It's only for some reason that she can't show up in front of people, and I'm here to exercise her power. "
It is said that in this black wizard organization, the blood of the prophet, which is now very rare, has always existed, and once the gifted person awakens the prophet's bloodline, he will immediately become the sole leader who guides the entire organization.
Guided by prophets and prophecies, though, this organization rarely has a very strong period. However, under the turmoil over the years, almost no wrong choice has been made, and it has been comfortably retained to this day.
Now, their internal contradictions are suddenly alleviated, mostly because the prophets of their generation have finally been born.
Old Davidson saw the other party, though he said he had guessed the wrong person, but he did not deny his speculation about the identity of his Nordic black wizard organization, and immediately knew it.
However, just when he wanted to say something, the girl didn't seem to have the idea of ​​chatting with him anymore.
The next moment, I saw the masked girl waving her sleeves, calmly:
"It's nothing to do with the throne. Take this gentleman first!"
She had just finished speaking, and a team of black robe wizards in the square suddenly stood out, rushing towards Old Davidson quickly.