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Hearing Andrew's praise, Wayne shook his head and offered his own explanation.

"What do you mean 'amazing'? I'm just saying, for example. The reason I used the Golden Dragon Princess as an example is because that kind of thing only exists in fantasy."

This disparity in status, power, and position is like a wealthy heiress falling in love with a poor boy—a fairytale come true. Even the most extraordinary path to success would be less appealing in the short term.

Because the sensory stimulation of such an event is enough to temporarily put aside the pursuit of the extraordinary, you can think about it yourselves.

Would you agree to this?

"certainly,

That's how I went through it. You wouldn't believe how young I was; the first time I faced something so wonderful, I was completely overwhelmed!

The one speaking was the third son, Naruto.

Aurora rolled her beautiful eyes at her third brother: "So what if it's so lewd? You and the young master aren't talking about the same thing, okay?"

He then looked at Wayne.

"Young Master, your request is too difficult. Isn't there anything more realistic?"

Wayne gave Aurora a strange look, and finally asked a question.

"You knew a long time ago, didn't you notice?"

"What?"

Instead of answering Aurora's question, Wayne posed a question.

"How can I become a general's wife?"

Aurora almost instinctively looked towards her mother, Murora. Even the Golden Dragon Princess and the Marquis of Roses on the platform looked at Murora with curiosity, after all, they were the founders, and they were her generals.

Naturally, I cannot answer this question.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Murola glanced gently at General Delhi, then answered in a reminiscent tone.

"I married him when he was still a private."

The words that everyone would instinctively ignore were spoken in this unexpected yet reasonable situation, and at this moment, Murora seemed to be shining.

On the altar.

"Annie, have you thought of that?"

"Of course not. I am my own general. Let my future husband think about that."

Just then, Princess Jinlong was about to respond, but a voice rang out and made the two of them look over again.

"What if you're always a low-ranking soldier?"

Wayne looked up and saw a young man with a ferocious expression leading Sass, who had just left, towards him. The words were clearly spoken by him.

The reason it is described as ferocious is because his exposed hands are mechanically assembled, and who knows how many more mechanical prosthetics are hidden under the wizard's robe.

"What?

Unable to speak?

These words brought everyone's attention back to reality, and everyone looked at Murora.

Murola was not stumped at all, and instead hugged General Delhi's arm with a happy expression.

"Then I'll always be the soldier's wife!"

No one could be sure if he would become a general in the future, because being a general was merely a title.

He's the husband I want.

As soon as he finished speaking, General Delhi looked moved and reached out to embrace Murola.

Watching this scene, Wayne felt incredibly full, but even more so, he felt a longing. Having been a virgin in his past life, he knew little about the word "love."

Naturally, there are expectations.

At that moment, Andrew suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"Who do you think you are, daring to bully my mother? We ignored you just now because you, you ugly thing, scared us. Did you really think you could stump my mother? (Where is my mother?)"

As soon as he finished speaking,

The ferocious man ignored him and instead fixed his gaze on Wayne. Just as he was about to speak, the Marquis of Rose's voice rang out.

"You still have the same attitude."

Always blaming others for your mistakes—I told you long ago that your personality means you'll never receive help from others for no reason.

Everyone turned around and saw that Marquis Rose and Princess Golden Dragon had appeared behind them at some point.

Stepping forward, the Marquis of Rose looked at Andrew.

"Sit down."

Andrew was stunned for a moment, then sat down. After all, this was his young master's sister. How could he dare to disobey?

At that moment, the ferocious man's voice rang out.

"Hmph, that sounds nice."

"Isn't it because he's going to your territory to develop after graduation? Otherwise, how could someone as stingy as you possibly support him so much?"

The words fell.

Wayne finally understood and guessed the identity of the person in front of him. This person was the unlucky guy with dual talents that the Marquis of Rose had not invested in.

However, it now seems there's more to the story. But thinking about it, it makes sense. Having dual talents isn't something you just stumble upon on the street; they'd probably invest a little, after all, it's not like they're short of money to build good relationships.

What if I need it someday?

At that moment, the Marquis of Rose's voice rang out: "Are you indignant?"

Or is it just jealousy at play?

Upon hearing this, the ferocious man roared, "Why can't I be jealous?"

"We're both top-tier talents, so why don't you invest in me? If you hadn't refused to invest, would I be in this state of being crippled?"

Marquis Rose shook his head as he looked at the ferocious man before him and said in a calm tone.

"So you still don't realize your own problems. I'm not investing in you because of your personality."

Born into a commoner family, the first thing you did after awakening two top-tier talents was to abandon the family that raised you. You faced the arrogance of your peers and the contempt of your childhood playmates, and you always pushed the responsibility onto others when things happened.

Would you dare invest in someone like that?

The ferocious-looking man scoffed, "Just because of that?"

Just because this kid in front of me did all that?

My family can't help me, so why can't I abandon them? My peers aren't as talented as me, so why can't I be proud?

My childhood playmates couldn't keep up with me, so why should I lower myself to please them?

"I protected myself when I was in danger, so why can't I shirk responsibility?"

Marquis Rose sneered, unwilling to say any more to such a person, as there was no reasoning with him. He ended the conversation with his last few words.

"Little Wayne did it, so I gave him more, but what I'm trying to say is that you are better off doing nothing than doing something."

I don't want to waste my time on you.

In short, do you dare sign a Sanctuary Contract with me, admitting that you're willing to genuinely invest in someone like yourself?

The ferocious man was speechless for a moment, let out a cold snort and was about to leave when General Delhi's voice rang out.

"Want to leave?"

"Have you asked me, General?"

The ferocious-looking man turned to look at General Delhi, who naturally recognized him, but was also fearless.

"What?

The infamous General Delhi wouldn't dare kill me, would he?

"I am a lord-noble appointed by the Empire and a registered wizard of the Tower of Truth. If you dare to kill me, the Empire, the Temple, and the Tower of Truth will not forgive you."

Upon hearing this, General Deli let out a loud laugh unique to the strong, and the pressure of a seventh-level Holy Dragon Knight instantly pressed down on the ferocious man under his control.

Under the oppressive aura, the ferocious man instantly knelt down, his expression no longer as composed as before.

At that moment, General Delhi's voice rang out.

"Of course I'm not that stupid to trade my life for yours, a disabled person, but the matter of you insulting my wife isn't going to be left like this."

If you can't kill him, can't you at least beat him up?

Don't you want to lose face?

Today I'll show you what it means to have basic respect for the strong.

As he spoke, he turned to look at Murora.

"Madam, I'm going to the East Gate to hang him up. Please wait a moment."

He disappeared the instant he finished speaking.

At this moment, Murola shouted!

"Remember to take off his wizard's robes!"

"good!"

General Delhi's words carried from afar.