"So, what about Your Majesty Arecio?"
Finally, he asked the young king of the Southland, and of course he didn't want to agree. After all, Jenkins was neither the king of Cheslan nor the husband of the future king of Cheslan. But he knew that among the three kingdoms present, he had the least influence, not to mention that even the barely "restoration" was completed with the help of other countries.
But he just didn't want to agree. Once he agreed, it was tantamount to letting himself accept the fact that the other party was higher than himself. This was actually Cheslan bowing his head to Fidetic Tri, acknowledging that Cheslan was attached to Fidetic Tri.
If it was a normal age, just based on the opinions of the domestic people, one could justly reprimand the other party for their whims.
But now, it is estimated that many people in the country are eager to become a member of the relatively stable Fidek Terry.
Jenkins didn't rush him, just watched him. The latter was flustered in his heart, and cold sweat gradually flowed down. Of course he didn't dare to look at Jenkins. Just by being watched, he could feel the terrifying coercion in his eyes.
"Ok, no problem."
Reality coerced the young king into agreeing. Being controlled by others was like this. If the country could be stabilized, he might be able to come up with some favorable conditions for his country's trade before agreeing.
"So it's not my fault."
Thinking about it this way, the young descendants of the Aresio family feel much better.
"And what about the Church's opinion?"
"no problem."
Pope Pontiff IV gave an answer almost without pause, making other churches roll their eyes. But these are all things that were negotiated before this negotiation. If Jenkins Redandput Williams can defeat the believers of lies, in the remaining days of the eighteenth era, the Orthodox Church can temporarily become a good man. The church is the main one.
"no problem."
The Orthodox Church gave answers one after another. After getting eleven new answers, Jenkins nodded, and then looked in the direction of the false gods. There are also a lot of these people. Except for a few who are extremely well-informed, because they did not receive the news in advance, they are temporarily in a situation where they don't know how to answer.
"Do you have an opinion?"
He asked, seeing no one answered, and added:
"In the remaining decades or even hundreds of years of the eighteenth era, temporarily take orders from me... take orders from the church and help civilization tide over the difficulties. Do you have any opinions?"
Seeing that no one spoke, he looked in the direction of the music church. Miss Burnett, who is in charge of the church in name, is of course very knowledgeable about current affairs:
"No problem, of course no problem."
Jenkins is the fiancé of Hathaway Hessa, one of the leaders of the sect, and there is no harm in agreeing to such a thing.
With the beginning of the music group, coupled with the follow-up of other false god groups contacted by the church in advance, everyone also gave their approval one after another.
As for the small principalities located in the middle of the three kingdoms, although they are actually independent, they are all canonized by the three kingdoms in name, so their opinions can be ignored:
"Then, let me ask one last time."
Putting his hands on the table in front of him, he asked loudly:
"I want to be the leader of human civilization in the next few decades, who agrees and who opposes?"
There was no sound at the scene, so I repeated the request just now, but this time the statement was slightly changed:
"If you agree, please raise your hand."
After a brief silence, following whoever raised his hand first, both hands raised towards the sky in unison. The golden color all over the venue gradually shrank, and at the same time, the golden beam of light shone down from the very high sky, shining directly on Jenkins' body through the transparent ceiling.
In the daylight, Jenkins sighed, raised his right hand and raised his head, as if to touch something invisible:
"Now."
He said softly, actually he didn't have much joy in his heart, he had already expected this moment. This is not worthy of joy, at least, at this moment, he only has infinite melancholy:
"I am the king of humans."
[Uncrowned King (yellow spell)] takes shape.
(Chocolate is running... )
Although every time the identity of the savior is truly formed, it must mean that a brand new [doomsday document] can be found very close nearby. But this time Jenkins didn't have time to look for the slate engraved with the present and past destiny. After the identity of the eighth savior [Uncrowned King] really appeared, in addition to the great strength and spiritual improvement brought about by the appearance of the ability, An indescribable feeling appeared in my heart.
It's not the fulfillment of power, or the satisfaction of having done something great again. He felt that something seemed to happen to him, and the feeling at this moment was as if he had gone through all kinds of difficulties and dangers and finally reached the end of the journey.
But the problem is that even if he takes the metal tower on the ninth floor as the end of his journey, he still has at least a few hours to reach it.
Except for the appearance of the brand-new ability at this moment, there is not much change in body and soul. He didn't understand what the strange feeling was at this moment, so he left in a hurry after finishing the speech and asked the church to do it for him. Systematic physical examination.
Of course nothing could be found, except the conclusion that his health was simply abnormal. Even at the level of the Bestower, his health is beyond imagination. To put it simply, his physical examination did not reveal any symptoms or injuries, as if this body had just been born and no organs had been used.
This is of course the effect of [Seedling of the World Tree], and has nothing to do with Jenkins' feelings after obtaining the "Uncrowned King". He was still puzzled, but at this time the church informed him that the professional photographer in charge of taking pictures had already waited for more than an hour because of the long speech, so he wanted to know whether he wanted to take pictures before dinner or after dinner:
"Shoot now."
His time is running out.
He hurried to inform the ladies around the church, and then went to his room in the church with chocolates, and changed into the black formal suit that Britney and Dolores had chosen for him.
In addition to the coat, hats, shoes and even ornaments were also prepared, and even a note was left to remind Jenkins to wear the ring that symbolized the power of the king. The last time Queen Isabella gave it to him at the horse farm villa in the suburbs, she didn't ask for it back. Jenkins always carried it, but never put it on.
As for Chocolate, of course, he doesn't like to wear bells, and he refuses to hang bows obliquely around his ears. In the end, Jenkins held the cat down and brushed it with a comb. Chocolate looked quite unhappy, until Jenkins approached the empty room where the photo was taken, and he didn't want to talk to Jenkins.