Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 965 19. Spirit World Recovery

"crash"

The black, chic and eccentric Ark Royal landed slowly at the Royal Palace Airport in Wakanda.

The lower deck opens.

Wearing a windbreaker and sunglasses, Eric walked down the gangway, only to see T'Challa waiting ahead at a glance.

The prince of Wakanda, the next king.

Also Eric's cousin.

The two brothers have a good relationship.

Although the same blood is flowing in the body, the two have no substantial conflict of interest.

Eric was well educated by Merlin since he was a child, and he didn't have any undue pursuit of the kingship of Wakanda. In these years, he rarely returned to Wakanda.

His existence does not threaten T'Challa's princely position, nor does it threaten Wakanda's transition to kingship.

The citizens of Wakanda don't even know Eric exists.

In this case, a true friendship develops between Eric and T'Challa.

but...

With the birth of Eric's son, things took a new turn.

After the old king T'Chaka heard that Eric and Charlie had a son, he ordered the Doramiji guards directly under the king to go to New York to protect his grandson.

This action directly aroused the queen's concern.

It also aroused the concerns of the Eric couple.

Obviously, King T'Chaka intends to include Riley Jr. in the list of Wakanda's future heirs.

From the point of view of an old king, such thinking is correct.

Although T'Challa and Ororo will inevitably give birth to an heir after they get married, no one can say what will happen in the future.

In case they had a girl.

Or in case something unexpected happens...

A kingdom cannot live without an heir.

The birth of little Riley represents the emergence of a new generation of blood in Wakanda, which is a great thing for the withered royal family.

Although Eric withdrew from the competition for the throne, his son was involved without any suspense from the moment he was born.

"T'Challa."

Eric and his cousin were sitting in the car heading to the palace. He took the initiative to break the silence and said to T'Challa sitting in front of him:

"I will explain this to my uncle. The bloodline of Prince Njob will permanently withdraw from the lineage of succession to the throne..."

"I have no intention of involving my son in Wakanda's royal struggle, and I have no intention of..."

"Stop talking, brother."

T'Challa didn't care much.

Touching the ring on his finger, the prince looked out the window and said:

"I can understand what my father did, Eric, and if it were me, I would do it too."

"Although Wakanda has advanced technology, our civilized regime is still in a relatively backward state. This is caused by historical factors. We cannot change this. We can only adapt and change slowly."

"Little Riley has the most noble blood of Wakanda flowing in his body, and becoming a king is one of his countless lives."

T'Challa looked at Eric and said:

"I don't think you should refuse, at least you shouldn't refuse. The child will make his own choice when he grows up."

"Blood on the throne, T'Challa!"

Eric emphasized his tone. He said:

"I've heard countless similar stories from Merlin. There are no conflicts between us, but it doesn't mean that there are no conflicts among our children."

"And there can only be one king, and it is doomed that once the competition starts, there will be losers."

"I don't want to see Wakanda divided, and I don't want to see children turn against each other because of this kind of thing."

He leaned on the seat, and said to the Black Panther Prince a little depressed:

"I really didn't know that my uncle would do this. If I had known, I wouldn't have told him the news of Little Riley's birth."

"You don't know that the Doramidji guards that suddenly appeared that day blocked the entire hospital and scared Charlie."

"Hahaha, I heard about it."

T'Challa let out a hearty laugh, he patted Eric on the shoulder, and he blinked and said:

"I heard from Okoye that Charlie called some Cybertronians to escort her out of the hospital, and our best fighters in Wakanda almost got into a fight with the robots."

"So it was a mistake."

Eric sighed and said:

"The outside world is different from Wakanda after all. I don't want my son to live as a prince since he was a child. If Merlin is still there, Merlin certainly doesn't want it either."

"Well, since you are so determined."

T'Challa looked at Eric and said:

"Then go and talk to your father."

"But I think it is unlikely that he will withdraw the Doramji Guards. What happened in New York before made the father very angry. He has repeatedly stated that he wants you and Charlie to move back to Wakanda."

"Father said that he smelled the breath of a chaotic era, and no matter how chaotic the outside world is, Wakanda can protect you."

"is it?"

Erik closed his eyes as he recalled what he had seen in the burned base in Siberia.

He said softly:

"Not necessarily, T'Challa, the outside world is crazy now... If the storm has already blown, then Wakanda will eventually be involved."

Ten minutes later, in the king's palace in Wakanda, His Majesty T'Chaka's roar echoed.

"Don't think about it!"

The old king who had been in power for many years snarled at the helpless Eric:

"You marry a woman outside, I have no objection! That's your business, I respect your choice."

"But little Riley is the most honorable little prince in Wakanda, and his safety must be guaranteed!"

"New York, that city is full of demons! I don't understand why you and your wife have to live there!"

The stick in the old king's hand was beating on the ground, and he shouted loudly:

"Why don't you want to move back to Wakanda? This is your hometown! And put my grandson outside to join your adventures..."

"I don't think a team of Black Panthers will keep my grandson safe!"

"Maybe I should send more guards over..."

"uncle!"

Eric retorted:

"Me, Charlie and little Riley live with the most powerful group of people in the world, guarded by 4 Cybertronian mechanical knights, and a palace that can escape into the void."

"If we need it, there is an army from hell to guard your grandson...you don't need to worry about his safety at all."

"The most powerful heroes you say are killing each other!"

King T'Chaka didn't budge, staring at Eric, he said:

"They almost destroyed the East Coast, how dare you trust them?"

"I trust them, Uncle."

Eric says:

"It's because they've made mistakes that they know how valuable peace is, and I don't think you might have done the right thing by putting little Riley in the line of succession."

"The bloodline of Prince Enjob, starting from my father, has made it clear that it will withdraw from the battle for the throne."

"My cousin, your son T'Challa is more suitable to be king, and I believe that his heir will not let you down."

The old king shook his head. He turned around and looked at the city beyond the glass.

他 说:

"Eric, you don't understand yet."

"The wedding of T'Challa and Ororo has been postponed because of the conflict between mutants and humans. Her hope of becoming a queen is getting slimmer, but my son is an infatuated person."

"Your brother's reluctance to abandon his fiancée means...I think it will take more time to see their children born, and I'm getting old..."

"I have to think about the heritage of Wakanda. I didn't ask you and Charlie about this. It's my fault. But since you were born Wakanda, you and your son must be Wakanda. make a contribution.”

He turned to look at Eric, and he said:

"I can withdraw the Doramji Guards, but Little Riley must live as the heir of Wakanda and must live in Wakanda for at least 7 months a year..."

"Until he comes of age, or T'Challa's son is born, you know what I mean?"

"Oh..."

Eric suddenly realized.

It turns out that there is also this layer of relationship.

Although Wakanda has a king, it also has political factions in the parliament. Once there is no heir, the domestic situation will inevitably be turbulent.

And the person who can become the king of Wakanda is not just the blood of the Black Panther.

Once other suppressed factions take the opportunity to rise, there will inevitably be turmoil in the ownership of Wakanda's throne.

This is what King T'Chaka does not want to see.

Putting little Riley on the list of heirs is not only the grandfather's love and care for his grandson, but also deeper political reasons.

"Well, that's fine."

Eric nodded, and he said to the old king:

"But you must promise me, Uncle, that once T'Challa's son is born, little Riley will be free to choose his own life."

"Well, I can promise you."

The old king sat on a chair, and he said to his nephew:

"But you have to promise me one request... After the Doramichi guards are withdrawn, little Riley must have someone who can protect him. I don't trust those heroes from the outside world, so..."

"You need to do it yourself!"

T'Chaka looked at Eric and said:

"You have to protect your son and the future of Wakanda with your own hands."

"And to do that, you need power! Power from the ancient heritage of Wakanda!"

"As a king, I will make an exception and give you a chance to take the heart-shaped grass... Eric Stevenson, no, Ni Jadaka, you must be your son's guardian!"

"A hero who belongs to him alone!"

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heart shaped grass.

This is Wakanda's oldest secret.

Millions of years ago, a meteorite full of vibrating gold elements hit Africa, creating the embryonic form of the country of Wakanda.

And in the depths of the jungle infected by Zhenjin, a strange drug was born by accident.

It was a kind of herb that exuded a blue halo, and its fruit was like a heart. It contained severe toxicity, and not everyone could bear it.

But as long as they survive the toxicity, users can gain power far beyond ordinary people.

Physical fitness, reflexes, memory, spirit, and even soul, will be strengthened.

But this heart-shaped herb is very rare.

It can only grow on the earth rich in vibrating gold elements, and it is only enough for each king and successor, that is, the selected black panther, to take it during the coming-of-age and succession ceremonies.

Under the palace, in an extremely secret crypt.

Wakanda's most venerable Black Panther priests gather.

In an ancient ritual, they plucked a heart-shaped grass from the grass that radiated blue light, and removed the blue heart-like fruit.

It was processed with extremely complicated techniques by the oldest shaman in the kingdom, and finally it was ground in a grinder into a bowl of blue starry liquid.

The shirtless Eric looked at the bowl of liquid in front of him, and he swallowed nervously.

He looked at T'Challa beside him, and he said:

"Do I really want to drink?"

"Drink, brother, this is your destiny."

T'Chaka, in traditional robes, brought the bowl of liquid to Eric's eyes, at which he winked.

He whispered:

"It tastes terrible, really, it's like a lump... Well, I won't say, taste it for yourself."

Under the silent gaze of the priests, Eric gritted his teeth and drank the blue liquid in the bowl.

Well...

this smell...

When Eric was young, playing with his wizarding friends in Europe, he heard them say that some potions smelled worse than goblin urine.

Eric hadn't tasted goblin pee.

But he was sure that the taste of the thing he just drank was definitely a hundred times more disgusting than those potions.

His internal organs twitched.

Clouds of blue light rushed along his veins in his chest.

T'Challa helped Eric lie down in the dug hole, then took the shovel himself and covered him with some weird red sand.

These sands are treated by magic, which can effectively reduce the temperature in Eric's body.

In order to prevent his internal organs from being burned due to overheating when he was transformed by herbs.

Accompanied by the shovel after shovel of sand, it covered Eric's body.

Darkness has come.

Eric closed his eyes in intense pain, as if he heard a call, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in a mysterious spiritual world.

The beautiful indescribable, brilliant halo like the aurora hangs at the end of the night sky.

In front of his eyes was the dilapidated building in Oakland, and he seemed to have returned to the night his father died.

He rushed up the tall building and into the room.

He pushed open the door, and saw his father and He were sitting on the table with another person, and they were drinking tea.

"Father!"

Eric yelled, and the father in his memory turned his head and showed Eric a gentle and relieved smile.

Eric turned his head to the other side of the table and said in surprise:

"Merlin...how can you..."

"I do not know."

Merlin, who was sitting on the chair, was also a little dazed. He looked around and shrugged.

He said to Eric:

"I was chatting about life with a bad Balrog 10 seconds ago..."

"Then I was summoned here. I don't know where it is, but I think this is probably what people say...the arrangement of fate."

He reached out to take off the hood and looked at Eric.

他 说:

"long time no see..."

"You guys, how are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)