"There are actually quite a lot of nobles in Loen... several princes, dozens of grand dukes, then marquess, earls, and then viscounts and barons... a rough calculation puts them in the hundreds or nearly a thousand."
In the early morning, on the road to Thordrak's palace, Gray Lint was wearing a brand new formal suit and sitting in his rather impressive four-wheel-drive carriage. Looking from left to right, he actually seemed to be somewhat dwarfed by it, so he was slightly stunned.
Feeling.
However, at the level of earl, no matter how you calculate, you can still reach the threshold of a great noble.
"Not only did he give him the title of 'Earl', he even gave him the rank of Major General without any discount... Heh, that's quite generous."
It was obviously a good thing for him, but Gray Linte felt ridiculed in his heart.
Today at noon, or in the afternoon, after His Majesty George III has finished handling government affairs, he will take an hour out of his "busy schedule" to meet with ten officers to be rewarded, headed by Isla. Just the day before yesterday,
The awards for all the officers have been determined. Although the award ceremony will take a long time to prepare, His Majesty the King's private summons will come soon.
It's nothing more than clichés of praise and encouragement.
Although he secretly felt that this was just George III looking for trouble and trying to show off his majesty and power in a different way, Gray Lint still kept his spirits high. This was not flattery for his power.
It is about an archangel and his extraordinary level of importance.
Especially since I am in the same sequence as him, especially because my promotion speed is obviously abnormal.
100% He will keep a close eye on Himself!
…
At Thordrak's palace, Gray Lint and his party waited from morning to noon.
Although the service of the servants is adequate, although the facilities of the palace are quite exquisite and luxurious, although the refreshments and drinks here are all high-end goods that cannot be bought with money outside... But even speaking a little loudly is not allowed.
The environment was still so oppressive that Graylint was particularly unhappy.
After all, in his "previous life", he was a modern person who had never been exposed to the so-called "upper class". This kind of obvious class and stratification of disparity in status. When he was the "noble side", he didn't realize it was anything. Now as a
It is understandable that the "lowly one" would feel unhappy when others treat him so lightly.
——Another reason for this is that he had already identified George III as his "prey" very early on, and regarded him as a man who was bound to die.
This made him even more dissatisfied with His slightness.
This mood lasted until the servant arranged by the Earl of the Palace brought a notice in advance:
"I also ask all of you to adjust as soon as possible, and then follow me to the main meeting hall and wait for His Majesty's arrival."
Gray Linte felt a chill in his heart. He quickly put away those unnecessary emotions and simply arranged his clothes.
In the large meeting hall, they waited for another half an hour, and finally George III came.
Since it was only a private reception and not an public appearance, George III's consecration team did not have musical instruments. Therefore, although the members of the Guards were quite solemn and solemn, they were all well-trained, making George III's arrival very quiet.
In fact, Gray Lint knew that although he was a viscount, if he stayed in Backlund to develop in the military, he would probably become a member of the King's Guard, at most a leader or something. Otherwise, it would be possible
He is a personal guard of a certain prince - this is due to many reasons, but the core factor must be that his image is good enough and his status is quite suitable.
George III wore a crown, had a resolute face, and had two old-fashioned mustaches. He sat on the throne, glanced at the ten officers separated by the guards, and then focused on Gray Lint for two seconds.
"Welcome in triumph, my warriors..."
Without a loudspeaker, His voice is not particularly loud, but it is very magnetic and full of energy. Coupled with His deliberate restraint, it appears even more deep and powerful.
George III's speech was half motivational and half show. He did not prepare a script in advance, but in a few words, he relied on his solid rewards, clever painting, superb language skills, simple interactions, and his own actions.
The king, however, unreservedly entrusted their heavy responsibility to their trust... With these, he easily aroused the passion of the officers, making them so excited that they wished they could die for him on the spot.
It can be seen that His eloquence is also very remarkable.
"Everyone, you are all the heroes who opened up the kingdom's territory and are the warriors I am most proud of... I am sincerely proud of you."
"Only loyal to His Majesty!"
Being self-taught, all the officers, including Gray Lint, stretched their necks and tried their best to show their loyalty.
"Um."
George III smiled with satisfaction.
He was indeed very satisfied. After arranging Deborah and Calvin into his own affairs, he was actually ready to lose part of the colony...
After all, there are indigenous areas on the left side of the Loen Colony, the "Godly Sins" of the Rose School of Thought, the "Pale Queen" of the Spiritual Order, and the Fusac Colonial Army is ready to move on the right side. The pressure on Basel is actually very high!
In this situation, it is not an exaggeration to say that we are surrounded on all sides.
But what he didn't expect was that even under such a harsh predicament, Basel gave him a big surprise. Not only did he not lose the city, but he actually managed to win despite danger, relying on a mere "1" level seal.
He killed one of Fusac's demigods on the spot, and even counterattacked dozens of cities.
After the impromptu motivational speech, George III was very happy. With a wave of his hand, he added a large bounty to the officers.
Just when Gray Linte was about to leave with the officers, the Earl of the Palace quietly stopped him:
"Please wait a moment, Count Mariano."
Although the final reward has not yet been published in newspapers and announced to the public, and there are still final adjustments and buffers, he still decisively changed his words and directly called him Earl. Because in the future, he will only make fine-tuning that has nothing to do with the overall situation, like Gray Linte
The title of a noble noble has undoubtedly gone through many rounds of exchanges of interests and consultations before it was finally determined. There is no possibility of changing it casually... Besides, if you change such a semi-public major decision at will, do you want to lose the face of His Majesty the Emperor?
Already?
"Um?"
Gray Linte's heart tightened, and he quickly asked respectfully and doubtfully:
"Is there anything else? Your Majesty, Earl?"
The Earl of the Palace nodded:
"Your Majesty would like to talk to you privately."
Although he had expected it, when the incident came to pass, Gray Lint still couldn't help but feel his scalp numb... On the surface, he had to pretend to be happy and said quite excitedly:
"yes!"
But my heart was filled with vigilance and caution.
…
In just a short time, George III had moved to another smaller reception room.
The Earl of the Palace sent Gray Lint to the door without any overstep:
"Please come in, Count Mariano, your Majesty will be waiting for you inside."
Gray Linte knew that too much words would lead to mistakes, so he did not dare to say more. He just nodded and walked in with his head held high.
"Graylint is here, sit down!"
The lighting was clearly bright, but Glerint felt strangely that the environment seemed a bit dim.
Seeing him, George III seemed very happy. He pointed to the sofa opposite him with a smile... Suddenly, Gray Linte felt some kind of very weak invisible ripples brushing through his body.
Suddenly, for no reason, he felt that His Majesty the Emperor George III was extremely wise. The more he looked at him, the more he liked him. Being by his side felt like a spring breeze.
His heart suddenly shook.
"Syrio, please go out first."
Before Graylingt could react, he gave this order to his bodyguard.
Silio was quite shocked:
"But, Your Majesty..."
He looked at Gray Lint without scruples, as if to remind George III that no matter what the coincidence was, this was a powerful Beyonder who had killed Sequence 4.
He had no idea that the King he was protecting was actually an almost divine archangel.
George III's mustache twitched slightly, his face darkened, and he looked displeased:
"What? Are you doubting my warrior?"
The voice immediately turned cold, like the harshest frost.
"No, I don't dare, Your Majesty, I never meant that."
Syrio felt a chill go down his spine, and cold sweat oozed out from his back... To be honest, compared to previous monarchs, George III did not behave too violently, but the bodyguard before Syrio was unexpectedly
The history of death always warned him not to offend His Majesty the Emperor.
"I just think, well, at least I should take away his sealed artifact."
George III frowned, thought for a moment, relaxed again, then nodded slightly and agreed in a deep voice:
"Can."
Although he is not actually afraid of any "1" level sealed objects, on the surface, he is still just a Sequence 5 who is neglectful of fighting. He completely believes in Gray Linte's "loyalty" and even puts his own life undefended. That is
Absolutely unreasonable.
Gray Lint looked at Syrio deeply, did not resist, and cooperatively took off the "Chain of Secrets" from his right wrist.
At this moment, he couldn't help but feel extremely lucky. Fortunately, he was well prepared. On the one hand, he had collected all other high-sequence sealed objects into the source material. On the other hand, all the advanced skills in his "Chain of Secrets" were also
Selected and re-copied.
Bada~
After leaving, Silio closed the door and the whole room was immediately sealed.
He is also the "lawyer" path, and at least has the middle sequence... This is not surprising to Gray Lint. Although he did not project the ritual to sequence 2 and could not accurately determine the target's level, he still had a vague sense.
"Sit down, it's okay, Gray Linte, you don't have to be reserved."
George III showed that warm smile again.
Graylint did as he was told:
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
He only rested most of his buttocks on the soft leather sofa, his back straight, not daring to truly relax.