I Have a Dice Left by a God-Chapter 331 - 198: Midnight Diner

In the manor of the Great Wise King, lights blazed brilliantly. Originally, Duke Zheng and the others had planned to celebrate this truly spectacular round.

Loyalty to Prince Oliver was partly due to interests and partly indeed to the Dark Cuisine. They were indeed controlled and believed they were controlled by the Dark Cuisine, but somehow, it had all been reversed.

Could it be that from the beginning, they weren’t eating Dark Cuisine? Or perhaps the Prince used some other means? One thing was certain: their souls were controlled, and their hearts could not disobey Prince Oliver, that’s real.

Prince Oliver did not celebrate; instead, he let everyone do what they should be doing. Tomorrow, those who need to work should work, and the King’s mistakes should not affect the entire kingdom. At the same time, anticipate how a just King would deal with his grave errors.

Without successors, a part of Marquis William’s guilt was the King’s responsibility. If it weren’t for his favor and heavy use of Marquis William, how would the Mother Goddess School have the opportunity for crime? Without his influence, so many children wouldn’t have died. Whatever the truth, quite a few people would think this way, including the grateful commoners.

In the hall, Princess Amosa elegantly twirled in her goose-yellow gown, her delightful mood indescribable. Regrettably, such a splendid scene was missed by Estella, but it didn’t matter; she would find a chance to mock Estella profoundly. Her uncle was utterly unfit to be King; he wasn’t even half as good as her father.

"Happy?" Prince Oliver smiled and said, "Your uncle won’t sleep well tonight; it’s better if we don’t go. Given his character, he’s likely to issue a self-reprimand declaration." Oliver spoke softly, knowing his brother too well.

"Ah, Father, doesn’t this mean you have a chance to reclaim the throne?" Amosa said excitedly, a flush of excitement appearing on her fair face. Her greatest obsession was the title of Commandery Princess, which was unattainable for others but felt more like an insult to her.

Oliver shook his head, "I swore back then never to sit in that seat again. Perhaps Moncalleta needs a Queen, doesn’t that sound nice?"

"Father, can I really?" Amosa said in surprise. Previously, she only thought her father was joking. Now it seemed really possible, but then her expression dimmed, "Father, I know you’re comforting me. It’s impossible for me. Compared to being Queen, I’d rather always be with Father."

The day’s encounters, though satisfying, also left Amosa in a cold sweat.

"Oh, why would you think like this? It’s not quite like you," Prince Oliver smiled slightly, stroking Amosa’s long hair.

"Father, you remember you told me before, once you become King, you are bound to the Golden Tree’s fate, protected by it, unable to die a wrongful death, nor be forced to suicide. Isn’t this unsolvable?" Amosa said with a wry smile. At that time, her father was still the heir to the throne, excited about this nearly unsolvable kingdom’s fate blessing, but Amosa remembered, "We can’t use force. With my uncle’s character, he would never abdicate, his lust for power far exceeds others."

This was what Amosa was grateful for. Although her two cousins and cousin had prestigious statuses, their days were not as good as hers. The Church Court supported her father for their own interests, but when it came to the King’s life and death, there was no room for maneuver.

Oliver didn’t expect Amosa would think so much. A spark of brilliance flashed on his handsome face, "When everyone thinks a rule is foolproof, that’s when the flaw appears."

"Alright, go to bed early, my little princess. We’ve only won one step; there’s still some distance to success. Your uncle still has an advantage: strong endurance. His counterattack won’t be easy," Oliver said with a smile.

"I believe Father will surely win; you’ve always been victorious!" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Amosa smiled and went upstairs to sleep, feeling there’s still no solution for not killing nor committing suicide.

Watching Amosa’s retreating figure, Oliver’s face gradually lost its smile.

Always win?

Yet that year, he lost at the most critical moment.

His brother had an unexpectedly patient personality. If he had been a bit more radical with reforms over the years, he would have stepped down long ago. Instead, he managed to stabilize the situation bit by bit, with the Celestial Principle School and Hex-Tech playing key roles. It seemed his fate wasn’t doomed, only delayed for a while longer.

But it can’t be delayed for much longer.

The servants withdrew, and Bocuse emerged. Oliver glanced at the aged Bocuse, a playful smile appearing on his handsome face, "Ostralia has come; it seems your time is running out too."

Bocuse nodded, "A duel is inevitable. It’s been a long wait. As long as Your Highness’s wish is fulfilled, I have full confidence. Even losing is an end, which is fine."

"Has the greedy blood embryo been extracted?" Oliver asked, his face serious. Losing was no longer permissible in his world.

Bocuse nodded, "Everything went smoothly. It seems even luck is on our side. The intruder’s fright improved the blood embryo’s quality. There’s no problem on my end. After so many years of preparation, every detail has been scrutinized, but the hardest part is the conditions for ingestion, they’re too stringent."

Oliver, once the surefire heir to the throne, avoided the Hidden Power. After wasting a lot of time on government affairs, when the nail was suddenly pulled, he had to return to the path of Hidden Power practice. This wasted too much time and opportunity. Bocuse, who relied on him, also had his progress cut off. Both had to start over, not expecting Oliver to possess such extraordinary hidden talent, which even Bocuse, with his vast experience of remarkable geniuses, found shocking, giving both a new opportunity.

If Oliver could advance to Angel and become Regent at the same time, it would not only effectively avoid the Hidden Power Law but also continuously harness the Kingdom’s fortune. The potential for future growth is hard to imagine.

Of course, the toughest part is gaining the support of the Earth Mother Goddess Court. This most crucial link turned out to be the simplest. From start to finish, the Earth Mother Goddess Court silently supported Oliver in his rivalry with the King. While not extremely proactive, many instances of inaction equated to giving Prince Oliver opportunities, while rendering the King unable to use Hidden Power against the Prince, among others.

Of course, the Court will also not use its power against the King. This contest has been ongoing for many years, with both the King and Prince Oliver gaining substantially, awaiting another showdown.

This test by the King ended in failure, also pushing the King to a corner. The next attack will leave no margin. But as long as Oliver becomes an Angel, no attack will matter, and among the rare hidden methods for breaking time and various opportunities to advance quickly, Dark Cuisine is one, albeit at a great cost.

To break the rules, how can there be no sacrifice?

Oliver slightly smiled, expectation in his eyes, "Actually, I’m curious too about how the Song of Hell achieves it. All I can do is get them in."

"Will He personally intervene?" Bocuse asked gravely, filled with concern.

Prince Oliver’s handsome face broke into a smile, "It won’t be like that; it can only force the Pope’s hand. Some rules must not be broken, surely it will be His underling singer." Perhaps seeing Bocuse’s concern, he continued, "Everything is ready, just waiting for the right moment to come."

"If it’s the Song of Hell, it might be possible," Bocuse said with a bitter smile. With his hidden knowledge, he had no idea how it could be done, but the Song of Hell excelled in achieving the impossible.

"After all this fuss, I’m indeed a bit hungry. Are preparations complete?" Oliver said.

Bocuse nodded, "The reserve ingredients are almost exhausted, the school can’t be utilized, new ingredients need to be arranged. Do you want to ship from other cities?"

"No need to go through so much trouble, make some moves, give Your Majesty a little pressure, and see how much he can take."

Oliver said as he stood up and walked towards his private midnight dining room.