The red moon returns

Chapter 371 Sir Lynch Leviev

It is well known to everyone in the Rand Kingdom that there has been no honorary knight for a hundred years, and no new noble family has been born for more than two hundred years.

However, at this moment, without any warning, the secretary, Mr. Moliere, ignited the most explosive bomb of the ball.

Unless Viscount Moliere, who has served as secretary for generations, tampered with the will, otherwise... Rand has one more knight, the only existing knight Rand.

Reporters were recording everything frantically, and now they finally understood what those incomprehensible words meant.

A lion will not get angry because of the provocation of a sheep. It will just bite the sheep to death with thunder.

Those questions were so stupid that the new strong man simply didn't bother to answer them.

You will know, but you will get answers that you never dared to dream of in ways you never dreamed of.

Every word of the conversation just now was like a slap in the face, leaving them completely beaten to a pulp.

But Rand's reporters never go out with a shameless face. They have no feelings. The more this happens, the more reluctant they are to leave. They surround them tightly, feeling both pain and happiness.

As for the guests, no one dared to believe their ears. Most of them were asking the people around them, who is Lynch Leviev? And those who knew him were also asking, what achievements did this man have? Why did he receive such an honor?

Of course no one answered, and those who knew wouldn't tell them.

But after a few questions, those with more flexible minds realized that it didn't matter who he was. What mattered was that this was real, a new star was rising, and they... were gloating over this new star a few minutes ago.

Are we blind to laugh at a man who has broken a century-old convention? Lynch Leviev, I remember.

For a moment, most people looked at Lynch with strange eyes, and everyone was calling this name in their hearts. People knew that everything that happened tonight made everyone a stepping stone for Lynch to step onto the stage in the most gorgeous manner.

But they still enjoyed it immensely, their eyes full of eagerness as they pursued Lynch's position. No one would question the mixing of a rich family's daughter with a lowly and powerless commoner. They would only envy the courage and vision of the rich and powerful family.

They are indeed a thousand-year-old family. We will never be able to catch up with their foresight in our lifetime. They have actually placed their bets long ago, and when we are doing stupid things, they have already won secretly.

It was amazing. I wonder how the young lady was laughing when she was watching our performance. It was like she was watching monkeys in a circus.

Admiring the strong is the nature of the nobles. No one feels ashamed at all, but instead wants to stick to them tightly.

This is fake!

Two people were almost going crazy with depression.

It was the murderer who aroused Lynch's anger and directly ignited the whole scene, Jet Williams, the son of the Speaker of the House of Lords Williams, and Viscount Kellyn Jackson, the third secretary of the Governor's Office.

The two people's expressions changed countless times within a few seconds. At this moment, they just felt dizzy and felt like they were in a dream.

How is it possible? How could a commoner suddenly become a new noble appointed by His Majesty the King himself?
Compared with him, what is the status of nobility that we obtained through our ancestors?
He thought he was setting a trap for others, but in fact, others were laughing at him. He thought he was smart, but he was always being fooled by others.

I'm the clown myself?
From time to time, there were sarcastic glances from the side and low laughter came to their ears. The two knew that this was people's practical action to pay tribute to the two actors who sacrificed themselves to present this performance to everyone.

They were so ashamed and angry that they wished they could die on the spot. Thinking of Lynch's last words, they had no doubt that it would come true. Their future prospects would be ruined. With lifeless eyes, they stood there numbly, falling into deep despair.

Lynch stood on the steps, next to several important figures, watching everything in front of him.

In fact, he also had a sense of unreality. After all, less than two months ago, he had just hanged himself in the room. He was still struggling to survive. He was still forced to roll on the ground by a random enemy. He had to eat the white bread that was left for a few days. He was still heartbroken because a few pounds of banknotes disappeared out of thin air. He was still a small person whose life and death no one cared about.

However, within less than two months, he was able to solve mysterious incidents involving hundreds of people and save countless innocent lives. He was able to handle the gaze of high-level masters with ease and easily resolve the fatal blows of the masters without any worldly airs. He was already tasting the finest wine and food in the Duke's mansion, with thousands of pounds of rubies in his pocket, and dancing with the next queen of a world power.

The ups and downs of life come so fast and it’s so exciting.

Facing the various people below, Lynch just watched with a smile. He was not surprised by their reactions, because after Duke Wayne's explanation, he already understood how sensational this incident was to the Land people.

To be precise, it was a sensational event for the five major powers.

The class stratification in these countries is too serious. No matter how hard ordinary civilians try, they can only accumulate wealth to become wealthy. However, no matter how much wealth they have, they cannot improve their status, enter the core decision-making level of the kingdom, and cannot influence the direction of the kingdom with their own will.

This is also the fundamental reason for the emergence of the parliamentary faction. Since the upstarts cannot find room for advancement, they can only try to reshuffle the cards by other means. Of course, the nobles with vested interests cannot sit idly by, so they block the only way and use the glass ceiling to block everyone's hope of advancement.

As a result, the contradictions grew bigger and bigger, and in an airtight iron barrel, they became a bomb that was enough to destroy order.

This is how the bourgeois movements in my hometown came about. This world may be more resilient due to the existence of gods and mysteries, but the laws are difficult to change, and this bomb will explode sooner or later.

It was precisely because of this that this enthronement caused such a strong reaction among everyone present, and thanks to those two good men, his name would probably spread throughout Rand tonight.

Lynch smiled, realizing that this enthronement was not simple.

His presence suddenly opened up a small gap in the blocked road. People saw hope and the huge pressure was temporarily relieved. Perhaps this was also the purpose of the King and the House of Lords' willingness to accept Duke Wayne's proposal and send himself, a rookie who did not belong to any faction, up.

What a good plan, but how does this conflict with the fact that I got a great deal?

Facing the gazes of countless people, Lynch held his chest high with confidence, and watched with a smile as Her Royal Highness the Princess took the King's letter from Viscount Moliere, read it again, and then walked up to Lynch in the spotlight.

The noise below suddenly stopped, and everyone held their breath, watching this scene that was rarely seen in a century.

"Mr. Lynch Leviev." Duke Wayne's attitude was more serious than ever before. "Please kneel on one knee facing the princess."

Lynch didn't waste any words. He knelt on one knee facing the audience and looked up at Her Highness Sophia.

"Today is just a temporary ceremony, just to announce it to the world, so everything will be kept simple. You will go to Norlin later, and His Majesty the King will naturally hold a complete canonization ceremony for you."

The princess extended her hand with dignity, and Viscount Moliere immediately held out the ceremonial sword with both hands and handed it to the princess. The princess drew out the unsharpened sword without hesitation and gently placed it on Lynch's shoulder:
"Mr. Lynch Leviev, in view of your outstanding achievements, in the name of the Kingdom of Rand, in the name of the Rose Family, and in the name of His Majesty King Rudolf II of Rand, I will enthrone you as the Rand Knight. From today on, you will become a member of the honorary nobility of Rand. The fate of Rand will be closely related to you. You must uphold the responsibilities of a noble, protect the people of Rand, safeguard the glory of Rand, and live up to the trust of the kingdom and His Majesty the King. Mr. Lynch Leviev, can you do it?"

“We will do our best.”

"Very good, now please take the oath."

Huh? How would I know how to swear an oath? Besides, can you swear on this thing casually?

But Lynch's eyes turned and he already had an idea.

"I hereby swear that I will use my mortal body to fight for the protection of order, world peace, the protection of innocent people, and the protection of Rand's interests. I will keep my promise and fulfill my responsibilities and obligations until my mortal body turns to ashes."

"Very well, then, on behalf of His Majesty the King, I declare..."

Her Royal Highness raised her sword slightly and struck Lynch's shoulder three times in succession:
"Sir Lynch Leviev, Rand shares the glory with you."

"Long live Rand! Long live Sir Leviev"

A tide of cheers resounded through the sky, and colorful fireworks bloomed again.

At this moment, everyone was shouting the same name.

Lynch Leviv.

(End of this chapter)