Prince Fulis stood in the palace hall and roared at Emhyr, completely losing his submissive look in front of Han Baiyi.
"That's an alien god!"
"A terrifying, powerful, unknown, alien god with some mysterious purpose!"
"You actually want to be a collaborator with Him!"
Emhyr stood in front of the throne and looked at him indifferently, his tone flat.
"So what?"
"Legendary professionals are like ants in front of him! Even worse than ants!"
"The giant dragon that can easily kill the legendary professional is so humble in front of him! What's even more terrifying is that the giant dragon is actually willing to do it!"
"Can you believe it?!"
"That is the legendary dragon that is so proud and noble that even the gods cannot make it surrender!"
"Faced with this kind of existence, what else can we mortals do?"
"mortal?!"
Prince Fulis stared at him, waving his arms in an exaggerated way,
"We are nobles!"
"Proud and glorious bloodline!"
"Emhyr, I never thought you could be so corrupted! So humble!"
"Then what did you do, being proud and glorious?" Emhyr lowered his head and looked directly into his eyes under the throne. "After the guard was defeated, you stood stupidly at the door with your head drooped like a defeated dog.
, not daring to move at all, like a humble servant."
"Is this your pride and glory?!"
"Answer me, Voris!"
Prince Fulis was so angry that he was shaking all over. He touched his waist with trembling movements, only to find that the long sword from his waist had been taken off at the door, and his gloves were thrown away because they were too sweaty. He was so angry that he pulled them off his head.
The wig was thrown to the ground with a snap, revealing his half-bald forehead, and roared menacingly:
"I will duel you! Emhyr!"
"Bet my life on it!"
Emhyr looked at him with an expressionless face, still standing in front of the throne as high as ever, calm and calm.
"According to the "Duel Law", the lord controls the lives of his subjects and subordinate nobles, and has absolute immunity."
"Nominally speaking, after Nilfgaard announced the Great Unification Law, I am also your direct lord."
"Do you want to die early? Fulis."
"I don't mind giving you this chance."
Fulis's eyes were red and he was breathing heavily. After hearing Emhyr's words, he stopped talking.
He is indeed a very impulsive person.
But Fulis, as a field prince who tripled the territory he took over, was certainly not a fool.
After the impulse passed, there was more fear.
——Nilfgaard cannot go on like this.
This was supposed to be the empire of the nobles.
Not Emhyr's alone.
The anger in his heart grew stronger as it brewed and settled, but the expression on Fulis's face became calmer and silent.
He raised his head, looked at the high throne, and did not continue to roar.
Fulis just bent down quietly, picked up the wig and put it on his head again, and then looked at Emhyr.
"You'll regret it."
"His Majesty."
After saying that, he walked towards the palace door in silence, and Emhyr watched him go out.
But when he was going out, the noble Prince Fulis noticed that the strong guard standing guard at the door glanced at him secretly. He immediately stopped and glanced at him as if he was scrutinizing.
"Which family are you from?"
Prince Vries asked him.
——A bodyguard who can become His Majesty's personal bodyguard in the palace must be from a noble family, but there is a high probability that he will not be the eldest son.
"I am the eighth son of Earl Crumos. I am an honorary knight who was awarded the title of honorary knight during the raid on the village of Spa in the Netherlands, my lord."
The guard answered calmly and calmly.
"Crack."
Prince Fulis suddenly slapped him on the face without warning, with such force that almost half of the guard's body was deflected, and his cheeks became red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then he turned his head and walked away.
A low curse was left in the distance,
"Bah, despicable."
Emhyr watched him leave from a distance, watching him walk out of the palace door, then stretched out his hand to call to the old eunuch beside him, and whispered,
"Send Ramo Crumos a plaster to reduce the swelling. In addition, I remember that he made some achievements when he was a quartermaster in the small town of Pesir two years ago, so I can help him exchange territory in this name.
...For the territory exchange partner, let’s choose from the barony under Fulis.”
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The old eunuch agreed in a low voice, and then Emhyr waved his hand and drove him away.
After a while, Yeager, the captain of the Iron Sword Guards who had been to the tavern with Emhyr before, walked from the back to the side of the throne, leaned down and whispered:
"...'That one' has just stayed at the Lily Hotel in the north of the inner city, and our people helped him pay for his food and accommodation. According to the informant's observation, 'that one' seems to have transferred himself
My accommodation and transportation were handed over to the dragon servant. Although we didn’t have direct contact, we had a tacit understanding in secret and the handover was quite harmonious.”
"From this point of view, He acquiesced."
Due to the rumored gods' call induction for 'name', 'mantra', and 'function', Yeager, who is a dignified level 23 legendary professional, did not even dare to describe the other party's image at this time, so he had to say 'that person'
' and 'His' and other respectful expressions.
Although I guessed that at such a close distance, there would probably be no information that could be concealed from those beings that transcend the world, but I felt somewhat at ease.
It can barely be considered self-comfort.
Emhyr nodded, but compared to his indifferent expression when he faced Fulis, at this moment it was more like he was happy for the rest of his life:
"Of course, the thoughts of gods cannot be easily surmised by mortals. A little help in the direction of materials, for such beings, probably...can't even be considered flattering, right?"
"We are not His followers after all."
As he said that, Emhyr suddenly turned his head and looked at his guard captain,
"Yeager, as a legendary professional, how do you view those mortals who are not even low-level professionals?"
Yeager seemed to want to say something, but when he opened his mouth, only two words came out.
"......mortal?"
Emhyr looked at his slightly confused expression silently, and suddenly smiled helplessly.
"Really, you don't have the slightest impression."
"This, no...maybe not." Yeager organized the words in his heart, but felt an inexplicable sense of alienation, "Maybe it's just because the number or level of contact is less."
"You know, a person's energy is limited after all. In addition to outstanding talents, legendary professionals also need to constantly..."
Yeager was explaining, but was interrupted by Emhyr's calm voice.
"Don't even look at it."
"What?"
Yeager was a little confused.
"I mean, our view of mortals is - we don't even look at them."
"Even one more glance is a waste."
Emhyr's voice was still as steady and calm as usual, but Yeager, who was standing next to him, could see the deepest fear immersed in his eyes from his eyes.
This is a man's intuition.
"Less than half an hour ago, we experienced the horror of the gods, didn't we?"
The corners of Emhyr's mouth curled up slightly, and the arc seemed to be carved on his face with ice stone.
"Besides, I also have some doubts."
Emhyr turned to look at Yeager, looking directly into his eyes.
"Although I am an emperor, my professional level is only level 16, and I am not a combat professional, so I can't even raise my eyelids when faced with that pressure."
"But, as a legendary professional, why are you also powerless to resist?"
Although Emhyr was still smiling, Yeager seemed to be able to see a short knife pressing against his neck, ready to stab him in at any time.
This is a heartbreaking statement.
Yeager, who normally would not have body surface secretions such as sweat, felt a line of cold sweat running down his scalp and across his temples for the first time in a long time.
The paddling was seen?!
Yeager was shocked at first, but then he decisively expressed his stance by stroking his chest with the most solemn expression.
"With my faith in the goddess Meriteri..."
"Boom...rumble..."
As soon as the words were spoken, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the clear night sky without even a cloud.
Yeager shuddered.
He suddenly remembered that since there are external gods in this world, then the goddess Meriteri, whom he had always thought was a fabrication, might also be a true god!
In his mouth, he changed his words with a smooth and smooth tone that he had never experienced in his life,
"...The respected godfather who grew up under me swears that what I bear is definitely hundreds of times the weight of your body."
Yeager's expression was very serious. He didn't even look at the flickering thunder outside, and looked directly into Emhyr's eyes, as if he wanted to be immersed in his gaze.
"The scary thing about that guy is that he just took one look at us and then explored the limits of all of us at the same time."
"If you don't believe it, you can ask everyone who was also present at the time - each of them was oppressed to their own limit."
"And what did it all was just a look from that person."
Yeager's tone was extremely sincere.
"Your Majesty, we are your guards and we dedicate our loyalty and strength to you."
"In the eyes of mortals, we are extremely powerful legendary professionals. In your eyes, we are your sharpest daggers."
"But, in that person's eyes..."
Yeager seemed to feel unspeakable humiliation, but still endured his pain and whispered,
"We the so-called legends,"
"They are just ordinary ants no different from mortals, Your Majesty!!"
Emhyr frowned, looking at Yeager's expression of anger, sadness, and indescribable emotions. The suspicion in his heart was vaguely shaken, but he didn't show it either.
He just patted Yeager's shoulder quietly, as if he were treating a biological brother.
"Oh, I'm just asking you a question as an ordinary professional, so why are you so excited?"
"In front of those existences, we are all weak and indistinguishable."
"We are the ones who stand together."
"Yeager."
Emhyr patted his shoulder earnestly and said with profound meaning.
"Let's go to bed early today,"
"I'm tired too."
Yeager bowed his head deeply, caressed his chest and bowed,