Successors of all mankind

"It seems they're really gone. Well, no matter how delicious the fruit, if you die from eating it, it's useless!"

“I will not be Justinian. Tell them to stop and stop wasting their time. We are pressed for time.”

As Marty's troops ventured deeper into the ruins...

An encrypted message was then sent to the palace.

The purple-robed man, who kept his hands tucked into his sleeves, soon entered the throne room with the secret report.

Upon seeing him approach, the King of Glory slightly raised his hand, indicating that he did not need to say anything.

"I know, everything will be fine as usual."

The man in purple robes should have left then, but he stayed and reported another message to the King of Glory:

"Your Majesty, I apologize for troubling your weary mind, but there is one matter that requires your personal decision."

Following the gaze of the King of Glory.

The man in purple robes lowered his head and said:

“My bird tells me that a real Robespierre has separated from his guards, who he arranged to return home, while he himself is secretly heading towards the capital.”

"And they come from the slave city of Nor, so, Your Majesty, are you going to silence him forever?"

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A real Robespierre came from the direction of Númenóre, and he even made a point of sending his knights back home first.

What this means is self-evident.

But because he was Robespierre, and a descendant of Robespierre the Elder.

Therefore, the man in purple robes came to consult King Rongguang.

I hope King Rongguang will nod and let his bird tell him to shut up.

“This is not Byzantium, and I am not Justinian.”

After saying this, the Glory King even let out a rare sneer, and proudly declared:

"He and his empire are not worthy to be compared with me!"

The man in purple robes frowned slightly, then tried to dissuade him:

"Your Majesty, sometimes, Gao Jie is not suited to rule!"

King Glory did not answer, but simply leaned back on his throne and closed his eyes in utter exhaustion.

The pulling pipes were releasing an ever-increasing force.

The entire palace trembled slightly once again.

The man in purple robes said no more, but bowed and left.

“I will send my bird away, Your Majesty.”

And so, the traveler arrived in the capital of Albion with surprise and peace.

Looking up at this magnificent ancient capital.

Looking at himself, completely unharmed, he exclaimed in surprise:

"We arrived safely!"

This amused the guards behind him.

"My lord, could something possibly go wrong? This is Albion! His Majesty's territory!"

The traveler smiled and tossed a gold coin to each of the guards assigned to him, saying:

"Anyway, we've arrived safely! Thank you all for taking care of us along the way. Now, could someone please take me to the embassy?"

Seeing the glittering gold coins, the guards rushed to lead the way for him.

Inside the French Embassy in Albien.

The ambassador heard that a nobleman from his country wanted to meet him.

"We're one of their own? I'm busy, tell him to wait or go somewhere else!"

But the secretary added:

"The other party is a nobleman from your hometown, from the Ceylon province!"

Upon hearing that the person was from his hometown, the ambassador, who had been away from his homeland for a long time, immediately became interested:

"Is that so? Then I can spare a little time!"

Everyone has a sense of belonging to their hometown, especially an ambassador who has been away from his hometown for many years.

Having finally finished his official duties, the ambassador, who had briefly spared some time, eagerly pushed open the door.

I want to talk to the other person about my hometown.

He's been holding it in for a long time!

But as soon as he entered, the traveler tore off his human skin mask, revealing his true face.

Ambassador Chao smiled and said:

"Hello, Lord Angus!"

The ambassador was also taken aback for a moment, then quickly closed the door and said:

"Sir? You... how did you get here? And why are you doing this?"

France and Albion are friendly allies.

You can just come openly and honestly, why are you being so secretive?

The ambassador didn't understand, but he knew the other party probably didn't want anyone to know.

The traveler smiled and said:

"That's interesting. Well, of course not. It's just that I don't want others to know that I didn't go back but came to your place instead!"

“You know, I should be engaged, but I’ve been away from home.”

Ah, this? He's heard of it too.

News of events among the upper-class nobility spreads easily throughout the entire aristocratic circle.

One possibility is that it's a topic of conversation; another is that it could be a political signal.

So even though he was in Albion, he knew about this woman who always managed to avoid her family's arranged engagement by traveling around.

"Sir, you've really put me in a lot of trouble."

"It's indeed troublesome. I'll have someone send you a small gift when I get back—Pulan black tea, freshly picked this year!"

The ambassador's eyes lit up, and he became even more enthusiastic:

"Thank you so much, but I'm really sorry to bother you. So, is there anything I can help you with?"

“It’s simple, I think I should probably find a nice lady in Albion. But I can’t just show up, because that would 'bewitch' me.”

"You don't need to look in Albion. There are so many excellent ladies in France who want to be your wife!"

The ambassador then revealed a knowing smile that all men would understand:

"And lovers!"

Appropriate topics of sexual interest can enhance a man's feelings and bring them closer.

The traveler also laughed:

"Yes, but as you may have noticed, because of Her Highness the Princess, the ladies of France are all a bit... hehe, I think Miss Albion is more suitable for me!"

The ambassador wholeheartedly agreed with this statement. If Albion's gold was too detached from everything about the dynasty, then their emeralds were so deeply involved that many ladies began to imitate them.

They imitate humans, they imitate the golden bloodline, they have always done so.

However, this led to something going wrong in the entire socialite circle of the kingdom.

"Although I shouldn't say it, I'm very glad I got married early!"

"So, do you have any good items in mind? Like Albion's Radiant Gold, what do you think?"

The ambassador whistled:

"Golden Princess? Humans above, you really dare to dream! However, sir, although your status certainly qualifies you, this is impossible!"

“That princess can only choose from within their own country, but I think she probably wouldn’t be interested in anyone.”

At this point, the ambassador sat down next to the traveler and said to him with great surprise:

"And did you know? Not long ago, His Majesty the King of Glory selected many outstanding knights for this radiant princess, hoping they would become her guardian knights."

"However, His Highness did not choose any of them, but instead chose a court knight to become his guardian knight!"

Palace knight?

Such a special signal instantly caught the traveler's attention.

"A court knight? That's extremely rare. So, what's so special about this one?"

"I don't know, I couldn't tell, but he's highly regarded by this prince, to the point that I think his identity as a knight is a bit reversed."

The ambassador naturally attended that banquet as well, and the princess's protection was quite conspicuous!

The ambassador said in a low voice:

"She's too protective of him!"

After nodding, the traveler asked a crucial question:

"So, did this knight suddenly appear out of nowhere? After all, if everyone is surprised, it means that no one had noticed him before, right?"

"Yes, sir. He didn't just appear out of nowhere; I've even heard rumors that he's a newly naturalized foreign nobleman."

"He came from the land of winter, and his name was Constantine. He came from a fallen knightly family, and now he has truly soared to new heights."

"From a down-on-his-luck, nameless knight to a guardian knight of the golden bloodline!"

"However, this name doesn't quite fit the style of the Land of Winter."

The ambassador remarked on the strangeness of Yule's name.

The traveler smiled, for without a doubt, he had found it!

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But then he frowned again.

But why is he called Constantine?

In this day and age, few people know about Rome, after all, it is so ancient.

This also includes the ambassador in front of us.

This seemingly common-sense yet uncommon-sense observation led travelers to suspect that it might just be a coincidence.

But then, he couldn't help but look in the direction he had come from—Nur, or rather, the Great Ruins, the ruins of Byzantium!

Slowly, a thought popped into his head—Could it be?

Did that madman Justinian succeed?!

After all, if he wasn't mistaken, the intelligence provided by those third-class people was that they found this lone 'Robespierre' near the Great Ruins!

Given the other person's status, this is absolutely abnormal, yet it happened nonetheless!

It was at this moment that the ambassador asked, somewhat puzzled:

"Sir, you're not hiding something from me, are you?"

The traveler chuckled and said:

"How could that be? We're in a foreign land, why would I be wary of my own people? We're all in this together, Mr. Ambassador!"

Indeed, there's no need to guard against anything.

The ambassador immediately lost all doubt.