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The gazes of the two princes changed once again. They abruptly became passionate, and their gazes towards James revealed an obvious sense of closeness, as if a hooligan had seen a beauty. The Minister of the Left, who had been silent all this while, had a gloomy expression on his face. His pair of beautiful eyes were shaking, and it was unknown what he was scheming. Miss Sophia, on the other hand, was filled with little stars as she looked at James, the man she liked, with reverence. A man who could make such a powerful person lower his head!

"I accept your apology, Sir Nicholas. After all, you are a distinguished guest of our country, but please do not be so rash in the future. Otherwise, it would be very easy for you to harm others." Harm anyone? " Nicholas smiled bitterly.

The situation became awkward for a moment, but in the end, the supreme Emperor broke the deadlock, laughed loudly and said, "Alright, no matter what, after getting this evaluation from Sir Nicholas, little Roland, your future days will not be peaceful! "You're still young now. In a few years, there will probably be another seed of power within the imperial city!"

Marriage between nobles was a very common method, especially this little fellow, Werther, who had received the personal comments of a powerful expert of the current world. His potential was even more limitless, and many nobles had already started to ponder about which of their own families hadn't been married off yet, and which talented women would be able to obtain his heart and form a family with the Roland family.

His Majesty paused before announcing loudly, "Since His Excellency Nicholas has confirmed your future, then I believe that you, too, will be able to shoulder the future of the empire and tomorrow. Alright, to commemorate this moment, I have decided to reward you!" After pondering for a moment, he said, "Your father is a Count and he is the commander of the city's defence forces. Hmm, so this is how it is. I'll call you a baron. I heard you studied at the Military Academy, didn't I? Good, very good. As expected, a tiger father doesn't have a dog son. When you graduate, you might as well go to the military and ask for a job. "Amos, my old buddy, remember this kid. In a few years, there'll be another great general in the Klein Empire, haha!"

Although the nobles were not surprised by the emperor's reward, as the emperor had bragged about his limitless popularity of a newcomer, a young junior, so as to not be ridiculed by other countries for having no outstanding background, such a reward was still a small shock to them.

According to the laws of the empire, although his lordship was also one of the nobles, he had to pay a huge price if he wanted to be promoted to the rank of the youngest baron. In addition to military exploits, he had to contribute greatly to the country, but such opportunities were originally unattainable and could not be sought for. Roland directly advanced from a lord to a baron. Although it was very sudden, with Nicholas' comment, it seemed very ordinary. However, the latter sentence was different, after graduating from the Military Academy, he had to work in the Military Department?

This was obviously hinting at too much! The nobles could already see that in the next few years, a shining star in the military field would rise gradually! Many people secretly made up their mind that as soon as the banquet ended, they would immediately pay a visit and propose marriage!

There was an indescribable look in the grand duke's eyes as he smiled and replied, "Of course, Your Majesty. Everything will be as you wish." Behind him, his grandson, Bridget, was looking at Werther with an eager look, planning in his mind.

Anthony jumped out and raised his glass, "Your Majesty, everyone, it is well-known that this little Baron Roland's birthday baptism was presided over by me. At that time, Baron Roland was not in good health and was not suitable for training in dou qi or magic, but through his own hard work, everyone can see the achievements he has made today. This is a miracle bestowed by the Gods of Light, I suggest that we praise the gods, praise the miracles, and drink!" Since they had already brought the gods with them, they couldn't not give them face. They all raised their glasses and shouted, "Praise the gods!" It was unknown how many people were cursing in their hearts, "You old scoundrel!"

At this point of the banquet, the old emperor's goal had been completely achieved. He had pushed out Werther, this shining star, to cheer for the Empire, but there were some people who were a bit unbalanced. A cold voice suddenly sounded out: "Royal Grandfather, our granddaughter came all the way from the Alliance just to see Sir Nicholas' style. Now that I have seen him, I am truly impressed. But my granddaughter has always focused on her cultivation since childhood, rarely having the opportunity to spar with the real experts of the continent. Since Sir Nicholas came to the capital, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and my granddaughter wants to use this opportunity to compete with Sir Nicholas. I don't know if grandfather will allow it? "

The old emperor looked at the Grand Princess and asked with a smile that was not a smile, "Kathleen, do you want to have a spar with Sir Nicholas? This will depend on what Sir Nicholas wants. " The Grand Princess's charming eyes turned to Nicholas, "Sir Nicholas, I would like to spar with you and have a taste of true battle qi. I'm sure you wouldn't mind, would you?

Nicholas revealed a troubled expression, "Grand Princess, I am leaving for the Sacred Mountain tomorrow. I cannot accept your invitation." Kathleen rolled her eyes and suddenly laughed, "Since that's the case, I also have to go back to the Alliance tomorrow. How about I send you on your way and ask for some information?" At this point, Nicholas could no longer refuse, "Alright, since the Grand Princess has shown good intentions, Nicholas will not be polite."

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Kathleen, do you want to walk together with this godly staff!?" The entire hall was shocked! Such a direct attack on the Holy See had appeared in the imperial capital of a country and had caused a violent storm! Anthony's face darkened, and Nicholas looked at the person who spoke. It turned out to be Catherine's most determined suitor, the grandson of Duke Rhonda, Bridget. He finally couldn't help himself and spoke up. Werther sighed to himself. "What a pity, another seed of infatuation. But it's really too inappropriate to say such words on this occasion."

As expected, the first to change his expression was his grandfather, Duke Rhonda. This old military official was so angry that his hair stood on end, and he shouted, "Bastard! What did you say! " He raised his hand and gave him a big slap! That was a resounding blow, and the crowd couldn't help but shrink back. It was as though they were all being beaten up. Bridget didn't resist, allowing her grandfather's palm to strike her face, leaving behind five bright red fingerprints.

His voice was cold yet stubborn. "Grandfather, it's fine if you beat me to death, but I can't just sit by and watch Kathleen hang out with this divine stick!" You're still talking about it! " The old Grand Duke raised his hands to fight again. At this point the emperor spoke up, and Klein VII, his face expressionless, said, "Well, Amos, stop fighting. Call Hedda. Little Rhonda needs rest. Let him go down and have a drink.

However, Bridget didn't argue with this Supreme Emperor. After a while, Hedda came in and dragged him away. There was no point in continuing the banquet any further. After a few more drinks, the old emperor left first, followed by a few other nobles. "Little Roland, your father is a strong person, I have great respect for him, and your potential is even greater. I really look forward to the day when I have the opportunity to fight with you, and I believe that this day won't be too far away."

Werther didn't need to turn around to know that Nicholas was watching him. There was no change in his expression as he walked away. James held his son's hand and walked up to the carriage. The father and son sat down facing each other. James suddenly laughed out loud, "Today, Nicholas' one sentence has pushed you to the forefront. Your name will spread throughout the Grace Mainland within three days." "I'd rather Nicholas didn't say that."

James patted his son's shoulder, "Werther, you should know that there are a lot of things one has to go through in one's lifetime. The greater your abilities are, the greater your responsibilities will be as well, and the current you can already match a Gold Knight. You must understand that now. Actually, Nicholas' act today was also a good thing, as it would allow you to go through all of this early on, so that you wouldn't end up at a loss for what to do in the future. "

Werther laughed. "Father is very impressive today as well. He actually forced Nicholas to withdraw his speech in public." James said coolly, "He only sensed my strength and did not want to provoke me. "Werther, you must remember that in the Grace Mainland, everything is fake. Only strength is real, something that can protect your life." Werther nodded. "Then Father's strength is already at the Saint level, right?" James smiled and said, "I've already broken through to the Saint level before you arrived at the capital. However, after listening to your discussions about cultivation a few days ago, I'm confident that I'll be able to break through again within a few years."

Werther was overjoyed. "If he makes another breakthrough, wouldn't he be the Sword God?"