Mai's guarding skills are absolutely among the best in the world, but unfortunately he is too good at being a good person. If a girl attacks him at night, he will not be able to defend himself at all.
Originally, McDonald was holding a Kalia brand pillow tonight.
It's soft and smooth, and can be rolled into a round shape or flattened.
But sleeping while sleeping is wrong.
Not to mention that the pillow is gone, it’s more like Tang Monk’s grandson monkey has been bumped into, and there’s an extra tightening spell on his head.
Deadly and heavy!
Opening his tired eyelids and taking just one glance, McDonald woke up with a fright.
"Ah! You..."
"See Your Majesty!" Under the bright yellow magic light, McDonald, who was only wearing pajamas, was shocked to find that his group of uneasy vassals actually landed on one knee in the open space opposite his bed.
In the front row is the powerful Duke, who is written as earl and pronounced as duke. In the middle is the tool man Lor'themar, as well as the Windrunner sisters and other lower-level nobles who were randomly knighted by someone. In addition, there is the Duchess Malan.
These surrendered ministers of virtue.
The last row is Mai's bodyguards who are temporarily out of work.
Basically, except for the juniors who are left behind, everyone who can be there has arrived.
A bedroom of fifty square meters is by no means too small, and it is packed to the brim for these guys.
Lao Mo took the lead in shouting "Your Majesty" in a loud and powerful voice, which scared the sleepy man out of Mai on the spot.
His Majesty?
Are there always unscrupulous people who want to harm me?
No, wait, it seems, these bastards are serious.
Mr. Mai came back to his senses and his eyes widened in astonishment. The look on his pupils made several big guys in the front row secretly bared their teeth.
"Your Majesty!" Alsace and Kaliya stepped out from the crowd, took three steps forward, kowtowed in unison, and spoke some official language in a high and steady voice.
This is actually the court language of Lordaeron in ancient times, and it is also a common language of mankind. It is just that the words and sentences are more gorgeous and have a certain peculiar charm. Generally speaking, only the royal family uses this kind of language in palace activities such as worshiping ancestors and so on.
A language that no one uses.
The second fool made a fuss about it, and the translation is:
"Your Majesty, now the fallen Lich King Terenas has been killed. The country cannot live without a king for a day. Since the Menethil royal family has cut off its bloodline, it should be replaced by the noblest bloodline of the Stratholme family, Macdonken Stanthor.
Lord Mu ascends the throne of the emperor and leads tens of millions of people in the Stratholme Federation!"
Let me tell you, McDonald's expression at that time was the word "囧".
The royal family's bloodline was severed, and he could tell lies with his eyes open so fresh and refined. He was also drunk.
For another person, McDonald's would definitely say "Bah! Disgusting!"
It was Alsace who said this. Their siblings had publicly announced that they were severing their relationship with the Menethil royal family. Saying this now, they reiterated their declaration and proved that McDonald was on the throne.
The legitimacy of the throne.
It was not a shameless usurpation of the throne, but a voluntary abdication by the previous royal bloodline.
After Kalia and Alsace siblings finished speaking, it was obvious that they had rehearsed it countless times. Under the leadership of Old Mo, everyone in the room knelt down, took two steps forward, and shouted in unison:
"For the happiness of tens of millions of people in Stratholme! For the loyalty of all vassals, please ask Your Majesty to ascend the throne!"
Macdonald's neck was like a rusty machine. He twisted his neck with difficulty and looked at the glass window not far away. The young man in the faint mirror image was wearing a crown that must have been shining with gold.
This time it was Mai's turn to have his facial muscles twitch.
There are obvious differences in styles between crowns and tiaras, the biggest difference being the size.
The shape and size of the crown generally recognized in Azeroth is similar to that of a laurel crown, and it must not be too high. According to tradition, no crown is allowed to be larger than the crown of Emperor Thoradin unless he is crowned emperor.
In the past, during the Seven Kingdoms Alliance, everyone's territory was not much different. Who would recognize you as emperor?
At this time, the thing on McDonald's head, especially the golden trident-like protrusion above his eyebrows, was obviously too high for a crown.
"Alas!" McDonald sighed, which made the hearts of the ministers below tremble, and they felt bad on the spot.
Sure enough, McDonald casually took off the solid gold crown on his head, which he regarded as nondescript, and placed it beside the bed.
"The Alliance soldiers are still fighting on the front lines and are about to fight against the Faceless Men, the servants of the ancient gods. You are doing this here, are you worthy of these comrades who risk their lives?" McDonald spoke righteously and made them proud.
I have a little fever.
Lao Mo bit the bullet and started talking about an ancient Lordaeron proverb, which translated to: "However, if one's words are not right, one's reputation will not be right..."
"That's enough! What if you leave your post without permission, gather together rashly, and be taken advantage of by the enemy? I don't want to see such a thing happen again. If I see you, kill each one on sight." McDonald seemed to say.
The casual tone made the important ministers shrink their necks in fright.
His sharp gaze glanced downwards, and no courtier dared to raise his head or even glance at him.
The title of Alliance God of War was not conferred by others, but was earned by real people.
No one will forget.
McDonald continued: "I understand your thoughts. I promise to seriously consider this matter. But this must be done after defeating Yogg-Saron. Do you understand?"
"I understand!" All the important ministers kowtowed.
"Go back!" McDonald waved his hand as if to shoo away flies.
"Yes -" The important ministers bowed respectfully and filed away.
As soon as they left the house, Abedis asked in a low voice: "Did we mess up?"
"How is that possible?" Count Barov smiled mysteriously.
Old Mograine also laughed: "As a strong man of the wind element and the only god of war in the alliance, even if someone around him puts a crown on him, it is impossible not to wake up. What we expressed tonight is our attitude. His Majesty also stated
His attitude."
Not far away, Kaizi and Eridizu seemed to understand, but didn't understand.
The former doesn't quite understand the rules of the game for human aristocrats, while the latter really doesn't.
The vassals left with satisfaction and ran back to their territory through the portal overnight.
On McDonald's side, he looked at the group of girls in front of the bed who had low eyebrows and were afraid of being scolded, and then looked at Kalia, who looked heroic and ready to come up to be scolded. He suddenly smiled bitterly: "Don't be afraid, I'm not
Cannibalism. I knew this day would come, but I never thought they would be in such a hurry."
This is the serious difference in understanding between the travelers and the natives.
If it weren't for the inconvenience, McDonald wouldn't even want to be this bad duke.
But his family now has such a large territory and so many vassals. Just like today, even if he doesn't want to be the emperor, his younger brothers will force him to become the emperor.
