Chapter 659: Chapter 659: Happiness Slips Away as Quickly as a Seasoned Driver After kicking Adams aside, Mo’er gestured to the other two princes hiding nearby: “Come over!” The two princes were overjoyed and rushed towards Morgan in a scramble. The two princes stopped in their tracks, looked at each other, then simultaneously ran forward again, starting to tug at each other, and soon began to scuffle. “Get lost, I’m the Second Prince. I should inherit the throne.” “You should get lost. I’m Father’s favorite son. I should inherit the throne.” The ministers and nobles looked on coldly as these two princes scuffled and spewed insults like clowns. Is this the more suitable candidate Morgan was talking about? Even Adams, generally timid, couldn’t help but think to himself at this moment, how am I worse than these two fools? Morgan felt a headache coming on and his veins popping out. He was trying to stage a coup with utmost seriousness, yet these two fools were turning it into a farce, destroying the solemn atmosphere entirely. He shouted angrily at the two princes still grappling with each other. The two shrank their necks in fear, quickly letting go of each other and tidying their appearances. Morgan pointed at the Second Prince: “You, come over.” The Second Prince was overjoyed and hurried over, while the Third Prince looked as if he had lost a beloved relative. He felt an impulse to reveal their plot to poison the old king, but fortunately, he wasn’t that foolish, knowing he’d be implicated too. The Second Prince ran over to Morgan with delight, affectionately calling out: “Uncle Morgan.” Morgan grabbed one of his hands and raised it up, loudly declaring to everyone in the palace: “This is the heir the king wanted to appoint while he was alive, the qualified new heir to the throne. Does anyone have objections?” The entire hall fell into dead silence. Many smirked or snorted disdainfully. Whoever wasn’t aware of the Second Prince’s character? Skilled in all vices, ask him for governance strategies, and you’d probably get nothing substantial even after a severe beating. Afraid the kingdom entrusted to this person would have the old king rolling in his grave. But now, the situation was overpowering, the court mages were eyeing menacingly, and for the nobles, preserving their lives and assets might not necessarily mean upholding justice. “We have no objections!” “The Second Prince is the best choice.” “Indeed, we support the Second Prince becoming king.” The opportunistic fence-sitters, seeing the trend, echoed, – all of them having previously exchanged benefits with the Second Prince. Now seeing Morgan delivered on his promise, they audaciously vocalized their support. Morgan immediately handed the scepter to the Second Prince, even skipping any words of admonishment. The Second Prince proudly raised the scepter high, radiating smugness, looking down at Adams with a face full of anger. “Oh, my brother, turns out you have that angry expression. I thought you only knew how to whimper. It’s a pity, now that I have taken the throne, keep crying, hahaha!” The Second Prince tauntingly jeered at Adams, laughing heartily in his triumph. Just at this moment, a voice suddenly rang out, halting Morgan, who was about to put the crown on the Second Prince’s head. Everyone in the palace searched for the source of the voice, finally shocking someone into exclaiming: “Up there!” Countless eyes gazed upward, where an elderly man in a plain magic robe, holding a magic wand, with white-bearded hair, suspended in mid-air over the palace. Morgan was not too surprised; he’d already prepared himself for intrusions. The leaker from last time hadn’t been found. Morgan knew someone was plotting against him in the shadows, and this coup had some intentions of drawing them out. Seeing the enemy finally couldn’t resist jumping out, a cold smile crept onto Morgan’s face. He placed the crown on the Second Prince’s head, then cast Feather Flying Technique on himself, slowly ascending into the air. He scrutinized the bearded old mage before him, remaining vigilant. An old age often implied high level and strong power, and before this person appeared, Morgan did not detect him hiding nearby, definitely not a mere pawn. Fang Zhou chuckled, stroking his white beard: “You may call me Merlin Mage.” “Impossible!” Get full chapters from 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 Morgan immediately refuted. Apart from Enkidu, the creator of spells, Merlin Mage was the idol and revered sage of all mages. He traveled the streams of history, appearing every few centuries, improving magic potions, refining spells, setting ranking levels for spells, devising numerous methods of research; each of his accomplishments was legendary. How could such a great legendary mage suddenly appear here, besides there’re many impersonators around the world claiming to be Merlin Mage. Though the people below were shocked at Fang Zhou’s appearance, they shared Morgan’s suspicions, not believing this elderly man was indeed the legendary Merlin Mage. Fang Zhou didn’t argue; he just smiled: “I believe Eldest Prince Adams is the qualified choice to become king, what do you all think?” “Where did this fraud come from, get out immediately.” Morgan sternly shouted towards Fang Zhou, simultaneously lifting his hand to send a Frost Freeze Beam towards him, intending to test his strength. As the Frost Freeze Beam approached Fang Zhou, it suddenly transformed into a wisp of white mist-like vapor, converging at Fang Zhou’s palm. The external water froze into a teacup, while the internal water boiled fervently, astonishingly existing without interfering with one another. A few tea leaves materialized out of nowhere, dropping into the boiling water, quickly steeping. In a blink of an eye, Morgan’s Frost Freeze Beam had become a steaming cup of tea in Fang Zhou’s hand. This wondrous display left everyone in the room, including Morgan, utterly stunned. An intense chill immediately shot up from Morgan’s spine to his head; without hesitation, he turned to flee. But just as he turned, Morgan realized he was like petrified, every part of him rigid and immobile, his mana thrown into chaos, unable to cast even a single spell. Not only Morgan but also those court mages below were equally immobilized, unable to utter a word, just wildly darting their bewildered eyes around. Fang Zhou leisurely took a sip of tea, looking down at everyone below: “I believe Adams is the best choice for king. Who agrees, who objects?” Object? Object my ass! With just one move, Fang Zhou settled Morgan and all those court mages, only a fool would step up to court death. “We have no objections!” “The Eldest Prince is the best choice.” “Indeed, we support the Eldest Prince becoming king.” Those fence-sitters who had previously supported the Second Prince were now promptly embracing the new power. The three princes were utterly dumbfounded; this drastic change was like riding a roller coaster. Especially the Second Prince, moments ago, the confident new king, now, he was knocked from grace. This fortune slipped away as swiftly as a seasoned driver; he hadn’t even fully grasped what happened. The crown on his head and the scepter in his hand hadn’t even warmed up yet.