The white wind and snow made the Snowman Palace seem to be covered with a veil, and the many magic stone wall lamps lit up were like stars, making this winter midnight even colder.
Rosicky stood on the long street, staring at the palace gate, without speaking for a long time, like a sculpture cast from steel.
Downton was standing not far away, waiting for Rosicky. He must be thinking a lot right now.
The death knights also sat quietly on their horses, with the snow falling and a white blanket already wrapped around them.
"You won't freeze to death, will you?"
Jackson muttered something, and Downton glared at him so hard that he quickly shrank his head and hid behind him.
When Downton was considering whether to persuade Rosicky, a cold little hand reached out and quietly grabbed his sleeve.
Downton turned around and saw Celes looking timid, like a helpless little rabbit.
"Don't worry, he's fine!"
Downton held Celes' hand with his backhand, "Is it cold?"
Celes shook her head. The warmth from Downton's hands made her feel very at ease, and the sadness in her heart was reduced a lot.
Downton showed a smile, helped Celes tighten her tight coat, and hugged her into his arms with one hand. He knew that at this time, Celes was very fragile and needed comfort.
Celeste's pale cheeks were suddenly covered with blush, which even spread to her neck and ears. She actually knew that Downton only regarded her as a sister, but she just couldn't control her love for him.
Downton, who cares about people, is so gentle!
Juliet, who was standing not far behind, had terrifyingly cold eyes. Why didn't Downton's tenderness belong to her? Could it be that she could only stand behind her like this forever, watching him silently?
"Why is it always me who suffers?"
Juliet couldn't figure out when she would be happy? Is it because she was born in a humble family and could only be like this for the rest of her life?
"Let's go!"
Rosicky exhaled a deep breath, knocked the horse's belly lightly, and turned the horse's head.
"Huh? Aren't you going to the palace?"
Jackson flexed his hands and asked, "If you don't want to go? Then what are you waiting for here?"
"do you have any opinion?"
Rosicky didn't answer, and stared at him, causing the ghoul to hide quickly.
"Downton..."
Rosicky hesitated to speak.
"No need to explain. I understand. Let's find a place to stay first!"
Of course Downton understands that this is a home that has been away for more than three thousand years. Things have changed a long time ago. His parents are no longer there, and the relatives and friends he once knew are no longer there. The current owner here is the king of Xueman.
If he were a commoner, Rosicky could still go in and recognize his relatives, but this is a royal palace. In order to compete for the throne, whose palace is not full of conspiracy and darkness?
Rosicky has no intention of competing for the throne, but others will not think so, especially the king. What will they think when they see him appear?
"It would be fine if he was a mediocre prince, but Rosicky is extremely talented and talented, not to mention that he was reincarnated into the undead. His lifespan is at least a thousand years. How could the current king not worry about whether his descendants can successfully take over?
Royal power?"
Homer sighed. This is power, forcing Rosicky to the point where he can't even return home.
"Thank you!" Rosicky said to Downton, then looked at his sister, "Wait a moment, and I will definitely take you home!"
"Um!"
Celes nodded obediently.
After everyone left and walked less than a hundred meters, a horse-drawn carriage came at full speed, its wheels turning and stirring up the snow.
Bang!
The car door was pushed open hard, and the hotel owner rushed down sweating profusely, kneeling directly in front of the Green Goblin. He didn't care at all that the snow stained his gorgeous pants.
"Sir, you can make it easy for me to find a sumptuous dinner, the most comfortable room and bath water. Shall we go back now?"
After the boss finished speaking, he got up and went to hold the horse's reins.
"etc!"
Downton pulled the reins, and the Green Goblin immediately shook his head and knocked the boss away.
"Do you want to die? How dare a human touch me?"
When the fiery nightmare spoke, the boss was so frightened that he fell to the ground and peed all over his crotch.
"Hey, why are you so attentive all of a sudden?" Jackson came over and squatted on the ground and asked.
"No, I really have something to do this afternoon!"
How dare the boss admit it?
"Yeah?"
Jackson took off his crossbow, cocked it with a click, and put it on the boss's head.
"I'm telling you, I'm telling you, it was Fellaini who asked me to make things difficult for you. You also know that if a little guy like me doesn't obey, my life will be over!"
The boss burst into tears and knelt on the ground, kowtowing.
"Then why did you change your mind?"
Jackson has no sympathy for such people at all.
"It's the Guise family, Saint Laurent, and people from Bavaria who are looking for you!"
The boss broke the pot and just asked Downton to forgive him.
"Saint Laurent?"
Downton frowned. He could understand the other two, but what about Saint Laurent? He had no connection with this country.
"Your Excellency, you have a lot of money, please spare me?"
In the middle of the night, the boss knelt on the snow-covered street, sobbing, as miserable as he could be.
"It's so late and there are so many of us. It's hard to find a hotel, so why don't we just stay back?"
Homer suggested that there is really no need to be angry with such a small person.
"Okay, we all need to settle down, it's up to you!"
Downton agreed.
"Ah? My tavern only accepts envoys, they can stay in those small hotels!"
Looking at the nearly a hundred guards, the boss was dumbfounded. His hotel did not have so many rooms.
"What did you say?"
Downton's voice became stern.
"No, it's nothing. I will prepare everything so that you can enjoy the service as if you are home."
The boss apologized and decided to go find out tomorrow about the origin of this Downton. Is he a friend of Princess Sissi? Isn’t it that exaggerated?
After several days of running around, Downton and his party finally settled down for the time being, but he knew that trouble was still to come. The Dupont family and the Hohenzollern family would definitely come looking for them. Compared with these two behemoths, Gwen
The special and Samos races are completely inadequate.
This time, the Northern Congress called and held by Saint Jutland invited all the countries in the north. In addition to the envoys, a large number of young talents are gathering here. They are eager to become famous. They are eager to be appreciated and then get the chance to enter the world.
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The largest Colosseum in the royal capital has been open for half a month. In the past, only gladiators left the arena, but this time, many self-proclaimed geniuses did not hesitate to leave in order to win consecutive victories and win the attention of big shots.
However, no matter how hard these people tried, they were not as famous as Downton, who had just entered the royal capital. Early the next morning, the news that he had defeated Fellaini outside the city gate and killed all their horses was revealed.
It spread to everyone.
Everyone was lamenting the boldness of Downton, who came from a third-rate country. You must know that because of his father's relationship with the Grand Duke of the Rhine, Fellaini's status was no different from that of the Prince of the Rhine, but he actually openly provoked him. He simply didn't want to live anymore.
On the third day, new news came out. Because of some quarrel between Prince Gwent and Prince Samosei, Downton chopped off their limbs and cut them into human sticks. He even asked Samosei for 10 billion gold coins. What did he say?
If you don't send it, you will lead an army to destroy this country.
"What is the origin of Downton?"
"Just a madman!"
"Yes, although that guy has strength, his head must be broken. Someone as arrogant as him will definitely not live long!"
The envoys from various countries were talking a lot. He had offended so many countries in a row. He would never think of walking back to Drankfurt in his life. They would definitely intercept and kill him.
On the fourth day, new news broke. It turned out that Downton's boldness had a precedent. He killed Dupont and Hohenzollern in the underground world.
Not to mention the mercenaries and adventurers who work for a living, even civilians have heard the names of these two wealthy families, especially the Hohenzollern, which is simply a giant in the north.
"This has to be a joke!"
When they first heard the news, everyone laughed so hard that they could see their molars. Does this rumor make everyone think they are stupid? If Downton had really killed the heir to a wealthy family, he would have been cut into pieces, otherwise he would have been killed.
How can the dignity of a wealthy family be maintained with such wanton carelessness?
"Who is trying to trick me?"
Upon hearing the news brought back by Jackson, Downton immediately threw the tea cup. No need to ask, it was probably Fellaini who did it. This kind of murder with a borrowed knife is so cruel.
Even if the two wealthy families don't want to take action now, it won't work. Downton's death means that the stain on their lintel cannot be erased.
By the fifth day, no one could laugh, because there was new news circulating in the tavern.
"What? Downton got the inheritance of Tarnan, the Barbarian King underground?"
"Isn't Tanan one of the eight holy coffins? What kind of bad luck did Downton have to have to get his inheritance?"
"Hey, have you heard? Downton was still a commoner three years ago. After he came back from the underground, he relied on a group of natives to capture Delankfort. Although it was the hand of the king, the power he held and
There is no difference between a king and a king."
As more and more news broke out, people initially ridiculed and ridiculed, then questioned and explored, and finally turned into wonder and envy.
Because certain deeds cannot be faked, the name of the indigenous Duke of Downton is becoming more and more famous. There is no other way but a grassroots counterattack, which will always be the most eye-catching existence.
Those civilians living at the bottom are most eager to counterattack, and they are also the basis and channel for the spread of rumors.
"Downton, someone is deliberately targeting you and putting you on the fire!"
The Lombard diplomat talked to Downton in a very low profile.
"I know!"
Downton was determined to keep a low profile, but he was still caught out, but he was not afraid, so he just pretended to be a naive young man who did things without thinking.
"You should say you don't know, and then try to be as reckless as possible!" the diplomat advised. "This time the Northern Parliament is going to discuss the alliance of the countries, it will definitely not go well. When the time comes, Saint Jutland will inevitably kill people to establish his power. You
Don’t jump out!”
As expected of a diplomat, his sense of smell is too sensitive. (To be continued...)