Successors of all mankind

Miss Windsor bowed her head deeply and said humbly:

“Your Majesty, your successor will only be Her Highness the Princess, and no one else. However, Lord Robespierre did indeed perish in the dragon's flames!”

"Of the entire team, I am the only one who was fortunate enough to escape thanks to the protection of human glory. Your Majesty, please punish me!"

King Rongguang did not agree to her plea for forgiveness.

He simply raised his head and leaned weakly against the throne.

He was covered in tubes, but they weren't there to keep him alive.

Instead, it was used to extract his enormous and terrifying power to prevent this frail body of flesh and blood from being torn apart by the overly sacred golden bloodline.

The energy that powers the entire Albion capital comes from him.

But that still wasn't enough; the divine bloodline had given him far too much power.

But this frail body could not withstand such power, nor could it resist the relentless exploitation day and night.

The Glory King, the only one among the golden bloodlines who could be called a wise king, is about to burn out.

Chapter 68 Gold

"You and I both know that she is not fit to be a queen."

Miss Windsor lowered her head deeply and said:

"Her Highness will be a qualified monarch. She has inherited your wisdom and your bloodline. Her strength is enough to protect her from any evil, and her wisdom is enough for her to rule over everything!"

"Your Majesty, you need not do this."

But the King of Glory's voice interrupted her.

“Her personality was too bad, and I was too absent during her childhood.”

"So much so that in her eyes you are not subjects who need protection, but playthings that she may lose interest in at any time. As long as this remains unchanged, she cannot inherit my throne."

"But I don't see any possibility of change."

“I am a failed king. I am trapped in this small space. I cannot listen to the people’s requests, nor can I verify the words of my vassals.”

"As long as my rule lasted, my kingdom was abandoned, and my people wailed."

"I can't even leave them a worthy successor."

These words seemed to have exhausted his strength; after he finished speaking, the only sound in the entire hall was his incessant panting.

Miss Windsor lowered her head even further.

"Your Majesty, you are too tired..."

After shaking his head, King Rongguang continued struggling to speak:

“Your ancestor, who once followed me, who was my knight, my only knight. He was excellent, but even he could not withstand the passage of time.”

"Before he died, he wished that his children would take his place and continue to stand by my side, forever fulfilling the vows he had not yet made."

"It is our honor, Your Majesty."

The murky gaze fell once again on Miss Windsor.

The King of Glory looked at her and said:

“But I refused. My knight will only be him. And his offspring should not be bound by the oath of two old men.”

"His Majesty?"

Miss Windsor looked up.

But the King of Glory simply continued to look at her and said:

"Serna Windsor, if there's anything you want to do, then go for it!"

"His Majesty?!"

Miss Windsor nearly stood up.

King Rongguang simply waved his hand, then closed his eyes wearily and said:

"I've said too much today, step down, I'm really tired."

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As Serena Windsor stepped out of the palace hall, the roar of a high-speed train followed, crashing into the royal city.

The unexpected sound drew Miss Windsor's gaze in that direction.

The capital city was built against the mountain, and the central train station was located at its foot.

Why does this car feel a little different?

It's not some amazing claim; it's simply that I've never seen this type of high-speed train before.

This made Miss Windsor look curiously at the high-speed train below.

At the same time, Yu Le, a passenger on the VIP train, also looked up at this colossal structure that exceeded his expectations.

The description of a city as towering as mountains is an exaggeration, but it becomes a reality here.

At the same time, Yu Le also noticed that the surrounding area was not like those dirty, low-lying, and densely packed slums that gnawed at people like maggots.

"My lord, if there is anything commendable about these aliens, then perhaps the King of Albion is one."

"But that's all there is to it. He's trapped on the throne, a prisoner with power and ideals but no substance."

"But at least, he can still reach it right under his nose. Although I feel that this is more like a self-deceiving consolation."

It was Pandora who spoke, noticing Yu Le's surprised gaze, and answered why there were no slums here.

Although the reviews are still not very good.

But it was enough to surprise Yu Le, after all, this was Pandora!

Amidst the cheerful hum of the special train, a true human being officially set foot in this magnificent city.

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Before Miss Windsor could even turn her gaze away from the special train that had disappeared into the station...

She then heard the servant's voice:

"Lady Windsor, His Highness wishes to see you!"

Princess, come see me?

Windsor suppressed her emotions and followed her attendants to the depths of the palace.

Deep within the palace, there was none of the oppressive, suffocating feeling of the throne room.

The corridors here are narrower, the lighting is warmer, and the walls are not adorned with ancient statues, but with brightly colored oil paintings—not depicting epics of great men, but rather various kinds of dolls.

Nobles, poor people, farmers, merchants, slaves, elves, dwarves, orcs—dolls of all styles are available here.

They all diligently performed their assigned operas on the wall.

All of these murals represent a poem or play created by the princess herself.

The performers, however, were quite comical.

The doll's body cannot complement the widely acclaimed masterpiece.

Born into authority and divinity, the Golden Princess was a world-renowned playwright.

This was also her only hobby.

The servant stopped at the end of the corridor, bowed, and stepped back. Windsor took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

The room was large, but crammed full. Scripts and sheet music were piled haphazardly on the bookshelves, and all sorts of dolls were scattered on the floor.

A woman sat on the windowsill with her back to her, one leg bent and the other dangling outside the window.

She wore a golden nightgown, and her long, dazzling golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, swaying gently in the wind.

However, what is even more noticeable than these are the tiny golden cracks that cover her entire body.

It's like a delicate piece of porcelain, stuck between breaking and crumbling.

King Glorious is trapped by the sacred golden bloodline.

As a successor of the golden bloodline, she is the same.

However, unlike her father, her condition is much, much better!

This is the only reason she is called the Golden Princess.

As dazzling as gold, as precious as gold, and with a golden crack that no one can ignore!

"Serna".

Her voice carried a nonchalant languor, as if she had just woken up, or as if she had never truly woken up.

"I heard you almost died."

Windsor knelt on one knee:

"Your Highness, I—"

"Get up, I'm not interested in hearing any more of this. But I heard you found me a husband?"

A playful voice echoed in Miss Windsor's ears.

I wonder if the rider ever regretted reporting it.

She could only lower her head and say:

“Your Highness, Lord Jules may be a lost golden bloodline. If so, he is indeed qualified to be your husband.”

"But he's dead, isn't he? A golden bloodline that dies under dragon flames isn't a golden bloodline!"

Miss Windsor then said:

"Yes, so I misjudged. You don't need to worry about these things anymore. It was my personal mistake. Please allow me to apologize to you, Your Highness!"

Miss Windsor tried to gloss over the matter as much as possible.

But the golden princess stared intently at her, looking down at her intently.

In that instant, Miss Windsor felt an indescribable pressure.

The next moment, the princess stepped barefoot across the expensive snow-white carpet and, with her smooth jade foot, which was also covered with golden cracks, lifted her chin.

Looking at the gilded mask, Albion's gold suddenly revealed an extremely dangerous smile:

"Then why is your face all better?"

Chapter 69: How could this be?

Looking down at the princess, Miss Windsor said with neither servility nor arrogance:

“Your Highness, the curse of dragon blood, though malevolent, is also a blessing. Thanks to the protection of human glory, I have defeated the dragon blood.”

Indeed, some people have overcome the pollution of dragon's blood and turned misfortune into blessing.

However, their numbers are so scarce that they are often considered a legend.

That's a good explanation.

The golden princess also put her feet down with great interest.

Turning around, he said:

“Your ancestors also followed my father in dragon hunting. If it weren’t for my father, even your ancestor, the first Windsor, would not have been able to resist dragon blood, although he was a primordial dragon.”

"However, you, Serena, a descendant of the Windsor family, have actually accomplished something that even your ancestors couldn't do?"

Miss Windsor lowered her head and said:

“There are always exceptions, Your Highness.”

At this point, the Golden Princess simply gave a rather uninteresting expression.

She began to lose interest in it.

She walked to her desk, which was piled high with drafts and scripts, and picked up a quill pen.