Successors of all mankind

Your Majesty possesses everything a wise ruler should have, yet he is driven to the brink of collapse by his overly divine bloodline.

To be honest, she was even surprised that His Majesty had managed to hold on until today.

Although Her Highness the Princess is also bound by the sacredness of her bloodline, she is clearly in a much better position than His Majesty.

However, the princess didn't view all of this as her own subjects... but rather as an interesting yet uninteresting toy.

She even remembered what she looked like in those playful golden eyes...

So all she, this decorative vase, could do was travel around, so that at least the lower classes could have a few good days while she was there.

However, remembering something, she voluntarily got up from her seat and asked out the car window:

"Have any recent visitors to our slave Norl... or has anything happened?"

The wary old Hudson truthfully answered everything that was on the surface:

"If that's your question, then a nobleman from the Robespierre family across the strait has visited Sultan Nor."

"And there was a slight misunderstanding with us!"

The owner of the voice raised an eyebrow slightly.

Clearly, this surname has triggered something.

"What misunderstanding? Perhaps I can smooth things over?"

Old Hudson looked at the tribune inside the carriage with increasing suspicion.

"No need, sir. This small misunderstanding has already been resolved by the great divine strategist."

Did the divine strategist make the ruling?

Could it be the same machine that Sister Rose handed over to the slaves of Noel a hundred years ago?

"How is the situation?"

The owner of the voice felt that he might have unintentionally done something bad.

"Very well, the divine judge has made a fair judgment on everything. Now I should also go and apologize to that esteemed person..."

Yes, it's incredibly fair!

Old Hudson was heartbroken and gritted his teeth.

The tribunal was also utterly astonished as he opened the carriage window for the first time.

Beneath the gilded mask that covered most of her face, her most striking feature was her pair of beautiful lake-blue eyes.

Chapter 47 Valinor?!

Old Hudson had no idea why the other person was looking at him like that.

I could only ask tentatively:

"grown ups?"

The owner of the gilded mask finally came to his senses and asked:

"Excuse me, is he a nobleman named Jules Robespierre?"

"Yes, sir. This is the distinguished person."

Thinking of the old man in Yule with his standard Beijing accent, he tentatively asked:

"My lord, may I ask if you have seen this noble person in the capital?"

"No, no, the capital is very large. It's perfectly normal to have met someone or not."

She subconsciously denied it, but she didn't forget to help.

She wasn't the type of person to be swayed by emotions, but "Jules Robespierre" certainly threw her off balance.

Old Hudson didn't think much of it, he just remarked:

“You are quite right, sir. However, this nobleman has a very standard royal accent, so I think he may have studied at the Royal University, and may even know you.”

“After all, he is Robespierre, and you are Windsor.”

There is no concept of the Four Pillars on the other side of the strait, and the title of Duke is also nominal, because according to the laws and traditions there, only the husband of a princess, that is, the future royal consort, will be granted the title of Duke of Gis.

When the princess ascends the throne and he becomes the king's consort, he will be promoted to Prince Condai.

However, no one has ever received all of this, neither the princess nor the title.

Firstly, the princess herself had no desire to marry.

Secondly, in order to match and inherit the sacredness of the golden bloodline, the objects of marriage obviously also had to have an equal degree of purity.

However, no country currently has such a person.

Unless it's a marriage with another golden bloodline, but that would obviously cause even bigger problems.

Therefore, the issue of succession in each royal family has always been a major problem.

However, Robespierre was indeed one of the highest-ranking nobles.

They are the powerful and influential who can stand alongside the four pillars.

"A standard royal capital accent?"

She hesitated as she repeated the sentence.

"Yes, sir, this distinguished gentleman is clearly fluent in both languages. To be honest, his pronunciation is so perfect that it puts me to shame!"

On this point, old Hudson was truly delighted.

Even two common languages, which are ancient languages ​​left by humankind, present numerous challenges in learning.

It's not an intellectual problem, although that certainly exists.

The biggest problem with learning human languages ​​is that purity is also a factor.

All of humanity's heritage naturally resists them.

In this situation, even the two most widely used and closest to them were forced to develop completely different writing systems, barely managing to maintain their original forms.

And other unique phrases that remain completely unchanged are naturally even more difficult to work on.

Therefore, the royal accent only indicates his good background, but his standard pronunciation demonstrates his own excellence.

"Fluent in both Occupational and Local languages? What does he look like?"

She began to doubt that she had the wrong person.

This problem stumped Hudson Sr.

After hesitating for a long time, he carefully considered his words and said:

"Um, well, this Lord Jules Robespierre, he, well, he's quite ordinary!"

After struggling for a while, this elderly man, who, even in his old age and needing a cane, still exuded youthful charm, finally managed to come up with a somewhat inappropriate adjective.

Having received an answer, the owner of the gilded mask hesitated briefly before asking:

"Where is this important person now?"

“It’s inside the Slave Nor Court, sir. I can take you there.”

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After seeing off old Hudson, Yu Le stepped down from the platform and walked towards Shenji.

He knelt again before the divine strategist, praying earnestly. After a moment, someone stepped forward and stopped him, saying:

“Lord Robespierre, please stop here. You are not a clergyman.”

Before the music could stop, Shenji said:

“Sister, there’s no need for that. Just let this gentleman come over. He must have a lot of questions for me.”

Only after the divine intervention spoke did the nuns step aside.

However, I am still not entirely satisfied with the fact that Yule is close to Shenji.

Regardless of which nunnery, there was more or less dissatisfaction with the nobility, especially the upper nobility.

Because they consider themselves of noble lineage, they despise the great legacy of divine intelligence.

He considers himself the successor of humanity and the new master of divine power.

Only those of the golden bloodline can gain their recognition and heartfelt service.

This also made Yu Le take another look at the group of nuns.

They were of different ages, but all of them were unanimously beautiful.

Or rather, since entering the slave city of Nor, he hasn't even seen anyone who is even slightly less attractive.

No wonder those savages recognize people by their faces...

This is indeed a simple and effective method.

He could also see the other party's dissatisfaction and hostility, but he didn't care, as long as it wasn't a fighting nun.

When Yule stood before Shenji.

The strategist couldn't wait to offer his advice:

“I am honored to see you in such a broken era. However, Mr. Jules Robespierre, this is not a safe world or era.”

"This is not a safe place either. I regret that I cannot provide you with absolute safety."

"But I also long for you, to go to the capital, across the strait, to Valinor."

"During this time, you can travel to the capital with the nuns, and then bid farewell to their carriage. Cross the strait alone, where you can easily find a way to Valinor."

"Velinno is beautiful and safe, and we believe it will allow you to explore and plan your future at your own pace."

Very restrained, but also very eager.

This time, this place is too dangerous.

Shenji desperately hoped that Yule would go to a truly safe place.

However, this answer made Yu Le glance at the nuns.

What does that mean? I can go to the capital with the nuns, but I have to 'leave' them?

Are they not trustworthy either?

Yu Le initially thought that these nuns, who worshipped divine beings and humanity, might be safer and more trustworthy.

But the fortune teller actually told him that it was best to leave them?

And what is Valinno?

Why do I feel like I've heard this name somewhere before?

"Could you tell me more about Valinno? I don't know much about it."

The steering wheel keeps turning:

“Of course, sir. Valinor is the capital and origin of the High Elves. It is one of the most beautiful places in this broken age, and also one of the safest.”

"I admire you, please come here!"

“Elves are very xenophobic, but I think you might be an exception!”

No, what is that?

High elves?

After a moment of astonishment, Yu Le looked out the window at the giant building and cyberpunk neon lights.

No, is this science fiction or Western fantasy?

Why the hell are all the elves out here?

Before Yu Le could react in surprise, a loud, clear voice rang out from behind him:

"The Tribune, the Duke of Windsor, Royal Knight, One of the Four Pillars, Lady Serena Windsor has arrived!"

Yu Le turned around and met a pair of lake-blue eyes hidden beneath a gilded mask.

She's still so beautiful.