Under the leadership of Edward, under the puzzled eyes of Juriante, Feng Yi slowly walked into this prestigious palace.
This place is tall and majestic, solemn and beautiful. There is a yellow-orange carved ceiling above the head, and several crystal chandeliers dotted with white candles are suspended above people's heads. On the wall are photos of royal rulers of all dynasties. Underfoot
It is a soft red carpet with patterns sewn by hand. Various Western antiques are placed on luxurious solid wood tables, shining with a faint luster.
On both sides of the palace stood pretty maids with elegant smiles on their faces, and majestic attendants in red straight uniforms with expressionless faces and unblinking eyes...
In such an environment, I am afraid that no one can easily cope with it, but for Feng Yi, this is nothing more than that.
There are very few people in the world who can make him respect him.
Edward was mentally prepared and was not surprised to see Feng Yi always looking as normal. Of course, the environment here was not suitable for private communication, so he simply introduced the history of these furniture to the other party and introduced the ancestors of the empire. Feng Yi listened.
He was very serious and nodded in response from time to time, which surprised those who observed him secretly.
This yellow man who appeared out of nowhere is a little too calm.
Following the stairs and walking through rooms with closed doors, Edward finally stopped in front of a door and knocked gently: "Father, I am Edward."
"Well, come in."
The majestic voice of King George VI came from inside.
Edward opened the door, and the two of them walked in one after another. The house was decorated magnificently, with famous paintings and antiques everywhere. George VI was sitting on a large sofa, and several old people who were also not young were sitting on the sofa next to them. As for
Edward's brothers and sisters, except Bernard who was sitting because of his physical discomfort, were all standing in different positions, all looking at him.
Most of the people in the room had already seen it, and Feng Yi was not too surprised. He even looked out the window leisurely.
I have to say that the location of this room is excellent. Not only is the room spacious and luxuriously decorated, but looking out through the window, you can have a panoramic view of the huge square. Living in such an environment, coupled with the people who serve them wholeheartedly,
servants and maids...it's hard not to have the ambition to control the world.
In fact, the previous empire on which the sun never sets also did this.
It is a pity that the current empire has declined and its glory will no longer exist.
After recovering his mind, Feng Yi bowed to George VI: "I have met His Majesty the King."
George VI had no expression on his face, and an old man with a red neck and a bad temper next to him immediately frowned and said: "Young man from the East, since you can speak English and understand our customs and habits, why don't you ask
Our Majesty the King salutes?"
"salute?"
Feng Yi asked back: "I have already bowed."
"Didn't anyone tell you to kneel down?"
When the old man spoke, he glanced at Edward next to Feng Yi, seemingly dissatisfied.
It seems that this person is not very fond of Edward. I think he has a closer relationship with Bernard or Fran.
Based on the relationship between Fran and Edward, Feng Yi is more inclined to think that he is of Bernard's group.
"I'm sorry, sir. I have never been in the habit of kneeling down. I think you also know that the ritual of kneeling down was a remnant of the feudal dynasty in our time. Now the Qing Dynasty has long been destroyed, and a new country has long stood in the east of the world. People there
If everyone is equal, there is no such thing as kneeling."
Feng Yi smiled and said: "Is this custom still popular in your country? You all kneel down when you see His Majesty the King? This is not advanced at all.
By the way, let me add that kneeling is not a non-starter. We will still kneel when a close relative in the family dies..."
Having said this, his eyes turned to King George VI, who looked unkind.
"Cunning boy, what are you insinuating? How dare you curse our king?"
The old man said angrily: "Believe it or not, I will ask the guards to kill you on the spot!
Edward, is this the talent you have been recommending to His Majesty the King? You have always liked to mess around before, but you didn't expect that you still haven't made progress after such a disaster. It's really disappointing."
If it were the case of Edward before, he would have turned his back upon hearing such words, but now he just bowed slightly apologetically and said: "Uncle Lambert, it was my fault that I didn't think carefully and didn't speak clearly.
However, Mr. Feng is indeed not a citizen of our country, he is still a distinguished guest invited by me, and we really cannot ask for anything more from him."
"..."
Lambert narrowed his wrinkled blue eyes and swallowed the rest of his words.
Everyone present is not a fool, and they know Edward quite well. There is nothing wrong with Edward's remarks. What's more important is that his attitude is well-founded and he can advance and retreat freely. He is much stronger than before, and there is no nonsense at all.
The implication was a slap in the face invisibly.
"Forget it, Lanbute, there is no need to get angry with a yellow man."
An old man with white hair and beard next to him patted Lambute on the shoulder, obviously looking for a step for him.
Some people in the room fixed their eyes on Edward and were secretly amazed. After not seeing each other for a few months, his personality had undergone a huge change. Could it be that experiencing a shipwreck can make a person completely reborn?
What's more important is that they privately made insinuations about the guards who had been following Edward, but these people were very tight-lipped. They only briefly introduced the situation on the island, but did not share any details.
But they didn't give up. There were other survivors. They had already sent people to investigate. These people wouldn't know everything about it.
Although George VI recognized the theory of Poseidon, they did not believe it at all. The so-called gods were just tools they used to rule or brainwash the people at the bottom. The more people in high positions despised it.
The other part of the eyes fell on Feng Yi. This mysterious boy from the East looked quite young, but his temperament was otherworldly. Facing the intimidation of so many of them, he was not at all confused, and even had a faint ability to overpower them.
Posture.
You must know that they are all rulers of this huge empire, and their aura is not something ordinary people can bear.
They all speculated that Edward's transformation must be closely related to this person, and even Poseidon may be related to him.
Of course, decades of rule and enslavement have given them a sense of superiority when facing yellow people.
White people are the best race in the world!
"cough."
King George VI coughed lightly, drew everyone's attention back to himself, looked at Feng Yi and said word by word: "Young man from the East, I don't like you."
