Successors of all mankind

What used to be a barren, gravelly area has now been leveled and filled with hundreds and thousands of standard tents.

The outer perimeter was marked by the flags of the Maltese family, while in the center stood a significantly larger white tent, topped with the dragon flag of the Albion royal family—clearly a hastily constructed structure.

The princess stood at the bow of the ship, looking down at the camp below. After a moment, she raised the corners of her mouth and said:

"Not in Nur, but here? Interesting!"

Yu Le stood behind her, his gaze passing over her shoulder and landing on the campsite.

The white tents were not simply decorated; in fact, they were quite elaborate.

The outer perimeter was covered with exquisite carpets that he knew must be incredibly expensive, and two rows of heavily armored guards stood at the entrance. Wooden planks formed passageways between the tents.

And in this desolate place, they actually managed to create a sea of ​​flowers around the camp, and there was a small fountain that was gurgling.

All the details show that the preparer put their heart into it.

But it is outside the city, not in Nor, the only main city in the area.

Meanwhile, a small fleet was also heading this way from the Malty family's camp, clearly there to welcome the guests.

"Bring them to see me!"

"Looking at that small fleet," the princess said.

As they arrived, the bearded knight strode across the bridge, knelt on one knee before the princess, and stood at attention.

"Julius Marty, the second son of the Marty family, is here on my father's orders to welcome Her Highness the Princess."

"Your Highness, we are truly humbled by your personal visit!"

The princess did not tell him to get up. She looked down at him for a few seconds before speaking:

Where is your father?

Julis, who was about to get up, quickly stopped and said:

“My father is unwell and is already waiting for Your Highness in the tent. The conditions inside Nor are poor and might be disgraceful to the royal family, so my father specially ordered a camp to be set up outside the city for Your Highness’s convenience.”

Hearing his answer, the princess asked with amusement:

"The governor's mansion in Nunuer is more rudimentary than a temporary camp? Julius Marty, are you welcoming me or belittling me?"

The man with the mustache immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"Your Highness, after all, after all, that is our servant Nor!"

This answer piqued Yu Le's curiosity. He had also been to Nunuer, and although it couldn't compare to the capital, it was still a place he had seen and along the way to the capital.

The slave Nor is neither small nor bad.

So what does this mean?

The princess didn't care where Marty greeted her; she simply used everything she had seen and heard since childhood to subtly criticize the second son of the Marty family.

"It doesn't matter anymore. Where's Marty? I'm already here, and he's still not here. What's he trying to do?"

The princess leaned slightly forward and whispered something to the kneeling, bearded knight:

"Does he think I'm not qualified to inherit my father's throne, so I'm not his lord?"

The bearded knight immediately dropped to the ground and said urgently:

"Your Highness, absolutely not! My father would never have had such an idea!"

"Then why isn't he here?"

"Father is simply sorting through all the spoils of our trip. Once you've rested, Father will personally report to you everything the Martial family found in Byzantium!"

"So, you're not here to hunt dragons, but to secretly search for treasure at the Byzantine ruins behind the royal family's back? Julius Marty, why do I feel like this is still a sign of disrespect for the royal family?"

The bearded knight was momentarily speechless, cold sweat pouring down his back.

This powerful rider, capable of single-handedly hunting dragons, is not much better off than if he had encountered the gates of pleasure.

He was in awe of the royal authority and also fearful of the power of the Golden Bloodline.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, the Marty family absolutely did not mean that...we, we..."

"Get up," the princess interrupted him, her tone suddenly becoming lighthearted. "A tent it is. I just wanted to see what your father had prepared for me."

"Yes, thank you, Your Highness..."

The bearded knight wiped away his cold sweat and hurriedly stepped aside.

The princess's flagship slowly descended, but the royal fleet did not disembark; they remained on high alert in the air.

It terrified everything around it.

Their numbers were not as large as those brought by Maltai.

However, their momentum had already overwhelmed everything.

Yu Le followed behind the princess, silently acting as an observer.

In the tent that Marty had prepared for the princess, Duke Marty was indeed as the mustachioed knight had said.

We've been waiting here for a long time.

"Your Highness, we are truly terrified that you have come in person!"

"I'm afraid you don't want to see me come, do you, Lord Marty?"

Duke Maltese, sitting alone in his wheelchair, waved his hands and laughed:

“How could that be, Your Highness? Marty is a vassal of Albion, and also your vassal. Your arrival is our greatest honor!”

"However, Your Highness, as you know, I cannot get up, so please forgive my incompetence!"

After saying that, he pointed to his legs, which were hidden under a thick blanket.

At the same time, he glanced at Yu Ledao behind the princess:

"Justinian broke my leg, and it really hurt. I still remember it vividly after more than a hundred years."

The princess completely ignored these questions; she simply asked with amusement:

"Then why did you come here to search for treasure in secret? Why did you avoid the royal family?"

"This is a surprise, and of course, it's also for my son's marriage! He truly loves the strong and unyielding Miss Windsor, and as his father, I naturally want to be involved."

"Of course, this is not to say that this trip is just that. I am still a vassal of you and His Majesty. I have made some new discoveries about the Byzantine treasure, so I came here specifically to seek out the Byzantine treasure."

"Then I will present it to you and His Majesty as a surprise!"

Chapter 37 Now, kneel down!

"Your Highness, I am nearing the end of my life and can do nothing more. Therefore, I earnestly hope to offer something to you and His Majesty to prove the loyalty of this old minister."

"However, my foolish son is perhaps too incompetent, which has led you to misunderstand something!"

I'm just an old man with one foot in the ground, what can I do? I can't do anything!

As for my sons, as you can see, they are so stupid that they pose no threat whatsoever!

Hearing his voice-over, the princess laughed:

"So you've misunderstood your loyalty and integrity."

“How can you say it’s a misunderstanding, Your Highness! It is indeed Marty’s fault. Although I wanted to give you and His Majesty a surprise, I neglected my duty as a vassal. This is Marty’s fault, and I beg your forgiveness and punishment!”

Wow, this old man is definitely much harder to deal with than his son.

After this whole ordeal, even Yu Le, a complete novice in politics, could clearly sense the difference in their levels of expertise.

Just when Yu Le thought everything had come to an end.

The princess's smile vanished.

She said nothing, but merely glanced at Duke Marty.

At that very moment, Yu Le sensed that the atmosphere in the air had changed.

It's not a metaphor for the atmosphere; it's a real change in a physical sense!

It felt like something extremely heavy had suddenly pressed down on it.

The surrounding tents began to make a loud noise first, and in just a moment, the canvas and the support frame pressed together against the ground with a deafening roar!

Then came the next row, and the next row after that, like dominoes collapsing from the inside out, each sound louder than the last, so loud that they seemed closer.

The soldiers in the Marty family's taxis were the first to kneel; they didn't even try to resist, nor could they.

The moment this overwhelming pressure descended, they crumbled like insects trampled into the ground, their faces filled with terror.

Then came the vassals. Some of them subconsciously raised their hands as if to support something, but their hands collapsed halfway down, and they sank with them.

The bearded knight stood at the tent entrance, his reaction a beat slower than the others, as he was still trying to stay upright.

But this resistance lasted only a breath or two before he landed on one knee, followed by the other.

His face turned red with embarrassment, but he was powerless to do anything. In the end, he simply collapsed to the ground.

He lacked the ability to confront the Golden Bloodline, and even less the courage to continue resisting the royal family.

The royal knights behind the princess also knelt down.

At this moment, the entire camp, with hundreds of tents, tens of thousands of soldiers, and dozens of vassals of the Marty family, all bowed their heads!

Yu Le, who was standing half a step behind the princess, felt nothing at all.

All he saw was that everything around him was getting shorter.

Even the meticulously arranged flower fields were crushed into the soil, and the luxurious fountains were crushed into a pile of powder.

The only ones still standing were him, the princess, and Duke Marty.

He sat in the wheelchair, leaning forward, his hands gripping the armrests tightly, veins bulging. The delicate metal parts of the wheelchair were deforming, and the armrests were dented from his grip.

From the side, you can clearly see his body falling.

He hadn't knelt down yet, but he almost slipped off the wheelchair.

His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the princess did not give him a chance to speak.

"That's a great way to put it!"

“You speak as if you are loyal lords devoted to the country. But, Marty, I am not my father.”

She took a step forward. The wheelchair deformed further, and the wheels flew off.

"He will tolerate your lies and listen to your explanations. But I won't."

Then, the metal frame of the wheelchair made a sound much louder than before.

Duke Marty was also extremely red-faced.

"now--"

She stopped in front of him and looked down at him.

"Get down."

"Then kneel down!"

Duke of the dynasty, one of the four pillars of Albion: politics, face, and the relationship between ruler and subject.

Stop joking!

Violence is power, and power is authority!

Absolute violence represents absolute power.

She had long been tired of her father's weakness! She would be a completely different monarch!

In particular, these guys are trying to seize the belongings of their own knights!

Rome is not before them, Rome is behind them, Rome is not theirs!

Duke Marty's lips were still trembling, his eyes fixed on the princess, filled with countless violent emotions.

Shock, anger, and fear filled his eyes.

Then he gave up resisting and slid off the wheelchair.

Like everyone else, he prostrated himself before the princess.