"Is this Her Majesty Queen Remilia? She looks so small! She looks younger than my daughter."
"Pah!" A slap that was stained with mud and looked extremely rough hit the back of the middle-aged man's head. "What are you talking about? This is Her Majesty the Queen. Is it comparable to your girl?"
The man who had been slapped and had an angry look on his face suddenly showed embarrassment when he heard these words, but he still couldn't get rid of the angry look on his face. Anyone who was suddenly slapped on the head would not let it go easily.
Others, "Then I said mine, why do you hit me?"
"How come you don't know a good person's heart?" The old man who beat me looked like his good intentions were not rewarded. "Twelve years ago, when the Grand Duke of Muria held the ruling ceremony, I met Remili.
Princess Ya has not changed much from her current appearance.
Can you arrange such a noble existence with the great god in the sky? Do you know what the consequences will be if you offend such a noble existence like a god?"
In the eyes of the people at the bottom, the rulers of the kingdom are the same as the gods they worship and pray in the church. There is not much difference. They are both the same aloof, powerful and mysterious. What they can see, as long as they are almost perfect
face.
"What's the end?" The middle-aged man who was already frightened by the old man asked blankly. He happened to be one of the few people who had not seen the grand ceremony held in 12 years ago that most people had seen.
"Hey, do you know that Lord Viscount Lodge was taken to the royal capital and hanged five months ago?"
"Of course I know." The look of fear in the middle-aged man's eyes became even stronger. That was their lord. Of course it was five months ago. After the lord was hanged, his family was also wiped out, and his territory was wiped out.
It is directly nationalized and under the direct jurisdiction of the royal family.
"Do you know why Viscount Lodge was hanged?" The old man chuckled. When people get old, they like to tease young people.
"Why?"
"Because during the banquet attended by Viscount Lodge, he arranged to slander the Grand Duke of Muria and said a lot of dissatisfaction with the rule of the Grand Duke of Muria."
"Slandering the Grand Duke of Muria? Then he deserves to die." Without thinking, the middle-aged man said. In the hearts of the people at the bottom, Muria's image is very good.
"No, Viscount Lodge is slandering..." After slandering the nobles who had exploited them, the middle-aged man also reacted and realized what he said, "I did not slander Her Majesty Queen Remilia, I just felt that the Queen
He looks too young."
"Okay, this old man is just teasing you. For a guy with a low status like you, who will pay attention to what you say?" A person next to him said because he couldn't stand the old man teasing the middle-aged man like this.
"Oh, that's right!" For the first time in his life, the middle-aged man felt that his low status was a good thing, but then he glared at the old man next to him.
"What are you looking at me for? Look at the magic screen above. What's so good about a bad old man like me?" The old man looked at the middle-aged man who couldn't hide his anger with a puzzled look on his face. "Do you think I'm better than Remy above?"
Is Her Majesty Queen Leia good-looking?"
"Bah!" Looking at the ravaged and wrinkled old face of the bad old man in front of him, the middle-aged man really wanted to spit in his face.
"Don't look at me, look up. Look, Queen Remilia actually has a pair of wings sticking out from her body." The old man was a little surprised as he looked at the scene broadcast on the magic screen above his head.
"Wings?" The middle-aged man quickly looked up, and immediately saw the blue-haired, red-eyed Queen Luoli sticking out from the center of the screen. Behind her, a pair of wings that were taller than her were spread out. There were two black and gold wings on them.
The mysterious colors and lines look breathtaking.
"What big, beautiful wings! I want wings like this too." A little girl who was hugged by her parents to watch Remilia's enthronement ceremony looked at the beautiful young lady above with envy.
Hearing such childlike words, everyone around them laughed kindly. No one had any objections to the extra pair of wings behind Remilia, and they just commented that the wings are really beautiful.
Those big men have been different from them since they were born. There is nothing surprising about having an extra pair of wings, an extra leg, or two hands.
"Alas, our Queen of Rockman Kingdom is no longer human." Unlike the calm-faced civilians around him, the old man had a depressed look on his face and let out a low sigh.
"Old man, you actually insulted the Queen? You're done, let me tell you." The middle-aged man next to him, who was already angry, heard this and grabbed the old man's coarse robe with a proud look on his face, "I want to follow
The patrol will report you."
"Let me go." The old man's face turned slightly dark as his clothes were suddenly grabbed, "When did I insult the Queen?"
"Just now, you said that the Queen is not a human being, and you still want to quibble?" The middle-aged man was a little excited.
"This little girl is not a human to begin with. Are you blind? How can she still be a human with such a pair of huge wings?" the old man said angrily, "There are already few pure-blood rulers in the human kingdom, and now there is one missing.
, although I had expected that after being raised by a dragon for more than ten years, it would be impossible to maintain pure human blood, but it is still quite disappointing to see this scene with my own eyes."
"Isn't that what those big shots are like? Are you too full to worry about these things?" The middle-aged man had a mocking look on his face and stared at the old man with a look like he was looking at a country bumpkin.
"I saw this princess with my own eyes when she was just born. She was a pure human being." The old man sighed.
"You can really brag. You even met the princess when she was a child." The middle-aged man sneered.
"Do you know who I am? A country bumpkin with no eyesight and knowledge." The old man looked proud.
"An old man who farms, who knows you?"
"Farmer." The old man twitched the corner of his mouth and touched the skin on his face that seemed to have become extremely rough and dark due to exposure to wind, sun, and rain. "Then look at me now."
"Uh, who are you?" The middle-aged man was a little confused, because the appearance of the old man who looked like a farmer in front of him had changed greatly, from a weather-beaten old man to a ruddy-faced man.
The pampered old man's coarse clothes turned into exquisite white robes.
"What do you think?" A simple wooden cane appeared in the old man's hand, and a faint spiritual light overflowed from it, highlighting his identity.
"Mage!"
"You know but you still don't let go?" The old man's face showed a look of pride. Although he has experienced it many times, it is really good to have this kind of identity discovered and then enjoy the adoration and awe of others. It has been tried and tested.
"Qi, in your poor appearance, you must be one of those wandering mages who only know a few tricks!"
"A wandering mage who only knows how to do tricks?" The old man's face turned red as he returned to his true appearance, showing a hint of anger, "Why don't you just call me an old liar?"
"You are quite capable, so you are not considered a liar."
"My name is Mason." The old mage said his name with a dark face. He swore that he would never pretend to be in front of such an ignorant country bumpkin again.
"Mason? Why isn't your name Merlin?"
"That's my brother." The old mage's face turned darker.
"Old liar, you are so thick-skinned. His Majesty Merlin is one of the greatest mages in the history of the human race. You actually said that he is your brother, and that Lord Merlin was a big shot tens of thousands of years ago."
Being regarded as a liar, the old mage's expression calmed down. He looked at the middle-aged man with a kind face, "You inexperienced little guy, have you ever heard of a melee mage?"
"Old liar, you are talking nonsense again, and you still want to lie to me. How can there be a mage in close combat?" The middle-aged man looked disdainful. It is common knowledge that mages are not good at close combat.
"Yes, it's just that you have too little experience and have never heard of it." After speaking, the old mage Mason pointed to himself, "I am a close combat mage."
"Haha!" The middle-aged man looked at the old mage's slightly stooped and thin body and sneered.
"Want to see how a melee mage fights?"
"good!"
"Boom!" The thick black wooden cane with pulp landed heavily on the back of the middle-aged man's head...