Star Forge Titan

"The success rate of the ritual will continue to rise, and even the associated costs can be further reduced!"

"Yes, that would make the people of Elrond naturally the most suitable for undergoing mystical transformation. If the nation's strength is raised to an ideal level by then, and if the young people receive a sufficient education, they will be able to more freely and correctly choose the transformation ritual, thus becoming their ideal selves."

Ivan slowed down his speech and looked at Afrediya with bright eyes.

“That’s a future full of possibilities.”

"So, the first centenary plan you left behind would prioritize universal education and the development of productivity." Afrediya showed a look of sudden enlightenment.

"Well, we have a very long time, and we can be very patient and steadily advance the relevant plans, even if it is a little slow." Alvin smiled and rubbed the Demon King's head.

"Hopefully, the future will bring more smiles to everyone's faces, just like a park filled with blooming flowers in the spring."

"Of course!" Afrediya said with great determination.

"But before that, pest and weed control are also quite necessary." As he said this, Alvin shifted his gaze slightly to the dense crowd around him.

"It's a pity that guy only knows so little. Although the Dragonborn of the Glorious Nobles secretly supports the extreme druid faction, the two are ultimately just cooperative. They don't know all of each other's conspiracies." Afrediya shook her head with some regret.

"It's okay. Although we don't know what those guys' methods are, their goals won't change easily. By the way, why hasn't the chief finished his speech yet? Is he really of the fast-moving feline bloodline, not the sloth bloodline?" However, Alvin was not impatient about this. He even had the leisure to complain about the Snow Leopard Chief's speech on the stage.

"Well, that's hard to say." Afrediya's cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly recalled in her mind whether she had done something similar.

Oh my God, are my subordinates also complaining about me behind my back?

"What's wrong? Did you get sick from eating some unhygienic street food?"

Seeing the Demon King's face growing redder and redder, Ivan couldn't help but ask with concern. While his intellect told him it was unlikely that an ancient dragon would suffer from an upset stomach, attitude was crucial at a time like this. Attitude (pay attention). Male nature instinctively gave him a hint, and he, being adept at accepting advice, immediately complied.

"It's absolutely fine!" Afrediya denied it categorically.

How could she possibly tell her boyfriend? The ministers would probably complain about her talking too much behind his back. Putting aside the others, Ka Yang was definitely a strong suspect. Who was it that made him work the most overtime and for the longest time?

Finally, Chief Snow Leopard's speech was coming to an end.

Alvin noticed that many young men of marriageable age around him had begun to provoke each other with their eyes.

Oh, and it wasn't just the eye contact, there was also outright trash talking and even shoving. Wait, isn't the hand-slamming ritual limited to the stage?

The people of the surrounding Bobcat Tribe didn't care about this at all. They actually took the initiative to step aside a distance to leave enough space for the young man who intended to eliminate his competitor in advance.

What a bloodthirsty little cat! Is it so fun to watch others fighting in the street?

Why do I feel like they're happy to see this?" Ivan muttered subconsciously.

Because he was holding the arm of a young girl and was obviously a married man, he was not targeted by the prospective contestants, but the "lively" scene around him was indeed surprising.

"After all, there's only one princess, so it's normal for this kind of thing to happen." Afrediya bit off a piece of syrup-covered fruit with a 'crunch' and said as she chewed it with a puffed face without any regard for etiquette.

It’s so fun to play here! The girl cheered from the bottom of her heart.

If they were still inside Elrond's court, there would undoubtedly be a housekeeper or a minister who would jump out and whine, "Your Majesty, please behave properly!" Even one of them would be annoying.

Suddenly, everyone's gaze returned to the stage. With a resounding blast of trumpets, the protagonist of this election was about to appear.

The first thing that catches the eye is a sedan chair carried by four people.

The sedan chair itself is quite gorgeous, with exquisite wooden carvings, expensive silk hangings and dazzling gems inlaid on it, which fully demonstrates the strong economic strength of the Mountain Cat Tribe.

But what made Alvin feel a strong urge to complain were the four strong men who were carrying the sedan chair.

If the sedan chair itself is used to demonstrate financial strength, then these four extraordinary people are undoubtedly demonstrating military power.

They were all shirtless, revealing their extremely developed chest muscles, and their arms, when bent to exert force, also protruded outwards their equally strong biceps.

However, these warriors who came from the mountain cat tribe all had... a pair of cat ears on their heads!

Damn, four half-naked cat-eared strong men, what a shocking picture, didn’t everyone see it and be stunned!

Ivan looked away quickly, speechless, fearing that another glance would lead to a mind-blinding attack. Then he noticed that the sedan chair was empty.

Hmm? Is the cat princess too shy to make her first appearance? That's inappropriate, isn't it?

"What a cute cat!" Afrediya suddenly let out a soft cry.

Following her gaze, Alvin noticed that the heavy sedan chair lifted by four cat-eared strong men was not empty.

Under the umbrella canopy hung with glossy satin, there was a square cushion covered with exquisite embroidery. On it lay a lazy white cat.

"It's really a cat, but it's really cute."

etc--

Alvin suddenly thought of a possibility.

As we all know, there are differences among the Fur Tribe Orcs. There are those with thick blood, those with thin blood, and the rarest third type.

The most obvious difference between the first two and ordinary people is their appearance. Those with thin blood often have a pair of animal ears or a tail, and any additional features are just thicker body hair. Those with thick blood tend to have an even more unusual appearance, with greatly enhanced physical fitness and even a beastly head.

As for the third type, the rareblooded orcs, they looked somewhat similar to the thinblooded furred tribe, usually with only a pair of ears or a tail. However, their innate physical fitness was even superior to that of the thickbloods, and they also possessed a special ability to transform into beast form, similar to that of a druid.

Such excellent talent and extremely rare number are why it is called rare blood.

So, that pretty little white cat on the square cushion…

Chapter 110: Super Popularity

"Princess Mimi!"

A loud shout came from the crowd.

Then a wave of noise followed, and Ivan instinctively covered his left ear. Only then did he realize that the crowd was welcoming the princess. But this name sounded like a universal, nationwide, default nickname for cats.

"The princess is actually a kitten?" Afrediya also showed an expression of being deeply shocked.

Everyone in the Mountain Cat Tribe seemed to be quite familiar with the princess, and they called out the name that sounded particularly intimate several times in a row.

Then, they saw a kitten lying on its side on a luxurious silk cushion, raising its front paws to reveal its pink pads and waving lazily at the crowd. This triggered another round of excited shouts, and they could faintly hear someone shouting at the top of their lungs, "Your Highness is looking at me!" "What's wrong? Your Highness is obviously looking at me!" "You farted!" "You're the one who farted!" "Is your skin itchy?" "Dong"...

The young male orcs, who had already regarded each other as potential competitors, were provoked and quickly skipped the stage of shouting and pushing each other, and started fighting each other directly.

Ivan wanted to complain, "Can't you guys at least wait until we get on stage before fighting?" Then he saw the little white cat suddenly stand up from its cushion. This was like a clear signal, for everyone to stop immediately.

Near the crowd, a bard began to play the lyre without warning. The melodious sound and beautiful melody swept across the entire audience, followed by a long poem praising the princess's beauty.

From the content, we can learn that the princess's official name is Vivian. She was loved by everyone since she was a child because of her cute appearance. As she grew up, her beauty became famous among the tribes of the Great Wilderness United Emirates.

She has a sweet appearance and is very approachable in her appearance, words and deeds most of the time. She actively participates in various public affairs such as disaster relief and relief, and has long cared for children, the elderly and the sick as a volunteer. All these have brought Princess Vivian great popularity.

What is more curious is that Princess Vivian has worn a veil in all public appearances since she was twelve years old. This has given her a lot of mystery and further fueled various rumors about her beauty.

After hearing this, Alvin finally came to his senses.

Wow, a national idol from another world. Although I don’t know how much of it is acting, this routine is very familiar to a modern person.

"She sounds like a very qualified princess." Afrediya beside her nodded repeatedly.

Alvin smiled slightly. His girlfriend's words sounded like praise, but in essence they were quite similar to his own thoughts.

Someone like the Demon King, who needed constant reminders from maids and housekeepers to behave properly, was definitely not a qualified princess. However, she had been trained as an heir since she was a child, so she didn't have to worry too much about that.

For the royal family, the ruling class, a true princess wasn't necessarily pure, beautiful, or kind. Instead, beyond etiquette and literature, they also needed to learn the less glamorous aspects of political strategy and how to subtly influence others through words. They also often had to appear frequently in public, cultivating a positive image to win the favor of the public.

Therefore, princesses are often portrayed as pure, kind, beautiful, and gentle. In a sense, they bear an unexpected resemblance to later idols.

The four cat-eared strong men who were responsible for lifting the sedan chair just now seemed to have heard some instructions. They slowly lowered the heavy, gorgeous and wide sedan chair, kneeling on one knee to reduce their presence and make the princess more prominent.

Then, an ordinary-looking maid stepped forward quickly, holding a pure silver mask respectfully in her hand. The surface of the mask was covered with spiral vine patterns that curved and grew, making it look extremely mysterious and luxurious.

The white kitten leaped up with an exceptionally graceful posture. As it flipped over, its body changed into an exceptionally graceful outline. Its long and thick tail covered with gray-white hair curved into a beautiful arc. Its pair of fair feet stepped silently onto the ground. Finally, the pure silver mask was held by an equally fair little hand and put on steadily, without letting anyone see its face throughout the whole process.

Seeing this, people immediately burst into loud cheers again, just like the audience seeing an excellent performance.

Perhaps they were indeed watching a carefully choreographed performance.

"Everyone, long time no see." A clear and pleasant voice came from the stage.

"Long time no see, Princess Mimi!" The shouts came one after another, fully demonstrating people's love for the princess.

Ivan felt a subtle urge to laugh, then sighed, lamenting that life wasn't easy for anyone. The Great Wild Forest Tribal United Emirate contained many tribes, and the Mountain Cat Tribe was only considered medium-sized. While Vivian was nominally a princess, she was effectively no more than a descendant of nobles from other nations.

Her treatment was certainly not as good as that of a real princess, but the things she had to do were harder than most princesses.

Idols, you can't make even the slightest mistake. You know, fans are very strict in many aspects.

"Everyone should do your best in the next game." Princess Vivian raised one hand high, posing in a not-so-dignified but very playful manner.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” the young man’s shout immediately drowned out everyone else’s voices.

Then, the preliminary elimination rounds began. There wasn't anything overly complicated; only the first hundred men to reach Princess Vivian were eligible to participate in the official competition. As for how to become one of these hundred, the key was, of course, to run first. Taking down a few competitors along the way would be even better.

The crowd, who had been prepared for this, stepped back spontaneously, while the young men who wanted to participate in the palm-pressing ceremony rushed to the ring as quickly as possible.

Like a school of migrating salmon, a large number of young people pushed each other, and shouting and fighting broke out from time to time, and the whole scene quickly became extremely chaotic.

The martial arts competition in the Great Wilderness Forest was surprisingly hardcore. They didn't need outsiders to stir up trouble; these orcs were already causing enough chaos on their own!

Ivan wanted to complain loudly, but his first reaction was to raise his hand to protect Afrediya beside him. Although His Majesty the Demon King did not need any protection at all, he immediately gave him a bright smile. His face with some full curves was stained with barbecue sauce, and the sweetness and authenticity of the smile reached 1,000%.

"You guys, stop bumping into innocent tourists!" Although he was electrified by his girlfriend's smile, Alvin couldn't help but curse out loud.

With his current strength, if he pushed each other like others, the scene would immediately become extremely ugly, just like a lead ball smashing into a pot of fresh tomatoes.

So, the Justice Titan used his smart brain to think for less than half a second, and a good idea quickly came to his mind like a light bulb.

call--

As if blowing away a mosquito flying towards him, Alvin blew air forward repeatedly with almost funny movements.

As a result, a strong wind immediately blew up at the celebration site, which was strong enough to blow people down.

Chapter 111 Notice the Abnormality

The entire place was in chaos, but the residents of the Great Wilderness Forest Tribe were obviously not unfamiliar with this.

As usual, they made room for the young people, and a large number of tribal residents came with their families to watch the fun.

In addition, the young people of marriageable age who intended to participate in the competition were too unrestrained. Some rolled around with each other, and it was normal for them to beat each other until they were bruised and battered.

The hot-blooded young males were incredibly aggressive, even Ivan, who had strayed into their group, was mistaken for a competitor. Furthermore, even in disguise, the northerner, still standing 1.9 meters tall, stood out like a landmark, naturally attracting the attention of a group. Immediately, three muscular, powerful figures rushed towards him.

Since he had no intention of turning the competition venue into a slaughterhouse with his punches, Alvin could only take a deep breath and then blow anyone who rushed close to him two or three meters away.

Yes, that's 'blowing'.

The entire process seemed like something out of a hilarious anime. The three young men, who had rushed headfirst into Ivan's path, were blown backwards for miles (not quite). The wind tore most of their clothing off, leaving their faces trembling violently. Their expressions resembled those of a dog on the highway looking out at the scenery.

By stepping into the power of the perfect realm, combined with the assistance of boxing configuration, Ivan solves problems safely, properly and (mostly) interestingly in an almost playful way.

No one who was dealt with in this way dared to continue to attack him. Almost in an instant, the blood flowed from the lower head back to the upper head. While regaining composure and facing reality in the shortest possible time, his face immediately turned red and he ran with his legs clamped together to find a change of clothes.

At first, some people wanted to curse the despicable magician, but when they saw that he didn't recite any spells or make any casting gestures, the whole process was just a simple blowing of air.

No one rushed over to try to eliminate this tall, threatening-looking competitor. What a joke! Using physical strength alone to send someone tumbling over, even their clothes being ripped apart by the airflow, this guy was at least a third-tier warrior.

Instead of thinking about eliminating others in the first round, it is better to pray that you will not be the first one to meet him next time.

Besides, looking closely, it seemed like no one else was planning to participate. After all, who would bring their girlfriend to a martial arts competition to find a husband?

In addition to this speechless episode, Alvin noticed that many of the targets that had been marked previously were now joining the competition to compete for entry into the competition.

On closer inspection, this wasn't surprising. The Mountain Cat Tribe itself was quite large, controlling an area of ​​land equivalent to an earldom in other countries. Even though the Great Wilderness Forest was vast and sparsely populated, this showed that its actual strength was above average.

To become the son-in-law of the chief of such a tribe, one must be very strong. It is impossible for non-superhumans to pass the initial elimination.

The arena where the princess stood was spacious, easily enough for a hundred people, but the key issue was how to be among the first hundred to arrive and avoid being kicked off by other competitors before the count was complete.

Alvin, who had no intention of participating in the palm-pressing ceremony, wanted to retreat to the edge of the venue like ordinary people and simply watch.

However, the chaotic situation seriously hindered normal traffic. The Demon King in his arms was still busy grinning foolishly, with no intention of helping at all, and he looked completely "hateful" and wanted to have fun.

"Frei, why are you just watching?" Alvin blew out another breath, thinking that if he continued like this, his mouth would be sore. He couldn't just spit, right?

Because his strength was increasing so rapidly, he had almost forgotten that the transformation he had undergone included acidic saliva. But even without this ability, he could now spit with the same force as throwing weapons just by relying on his strength.

"Hahahaha, because it's really fun." The devil hid in her boyfriend's arms and laughed heartily. She looked no different from a child who entered an amusement park for the first time in his life.

Considering that Afrediya had either been studying and training to be the heir to the kingdom, or engaging in harsh political games with hostile factions (like fighting a civil war), time to relax and enjoy life like this was quite rare, so it was not surprising that she would behave like this.

His heart softened, and Alvin continued to drive away the few hot-blooded competitors, just thinking of it as going out with his family to relax.

But then again, family...

A subtle feeling came over me. If my family continued to grow, the alien world that was once completely unfamiliar to me might become my new home.