Albert Warner is old.
As the third son of the previous head of the Warner family and the uncle of this head, the old noble now holds a high position in the Empire's Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but he understands that no matter how noble his status is, he cannot withstand the passage of time without outstanding spiritual talent. - He is sixty-two years old. No matter how well he takes care of himself and how many strengthening potions he uses, his body functions will begin to gradually decline. Just like before, just walking down the stairs of the airship makes him a little weak.
This is a frustrating reality.
But now... Mr. Ambassador feels that he is full of strength!
The priests and paladin apprentices standing in front of the Lord's Mansion, under the command of their teachers, uniformly used various buff states without repetition. Albert, who was caught off guard, was instantly hit by a huge ball of holy energy. The package, and the light group dissipated, and what appeared in front of everyone was the shocked imperial ambassador.
"Such power!"
Subconsciously waving his right hand, the sound of breaking through the air was accompanied by the translucent airflow hitting the rock floor. Now Albert felt that his muscles contained enough strength to tear a polar bear apart. He took a step forward, his originally empty steps The incomparable stability and full sense of power almost made him jump. The ambassador, whose mind and body were strengthened to the extreme, had an illusion at this time - even if a broken mountain dragon roared in front of him, he was not afraid!
"How do you feel now?" an old priest asked.
"Very good!" Albert clenched his fist and nodded confidently: "I feel like I can kill an earth dragon!"
"Oh... you go ahead." After hearing this, the old pastor sighed and shook his head slightly.
"The Lord is waiting for you in the hall, other entourages please stay at the door."
Seeing this, the conductor said respectfully. He opened the door to the outer city wall of the Lord's Mansion, and the priests who had finished casting their spells disappeared quietly like the wind. You could vaguely hear, "You performed well this time, eighty percent." . 'Such a voice came from the corner of the street, and Mr. Albert, who did not know that he had become a clergy assessment tool at St. Laurent Cathedral, stepped into the garden of the Lord's Mansion in high spirits.
In a hotel not far away, on the third floor that was contracted as the residence for the visiting ambassador, three distinguished people of different shapes stood at the window, looking at the scene in front of them.
"Do you think he can successfully walk to the Lord's Mansion?" A pale elf held up a wine glass and took a sip of the tranquilizing potion. The Far South Elf Ambassador murmured: "He is so old..."
"Hmph." The dwarf, who was still holding on to the wall to maintain his standing, snorted coldly and did not reply.
"My lord has restrained himself a lot now... In short, I hope the Seven Gods will bless him." Yan Ze, the envoy of the Church of the Seven Gods who also looked ugly, gave a concise blessing, then closed his eyes and recited the prayer silently.
For Albert, who entered the lord's mansion, the light disappeared in an instant.
As if he were walking in the deep sea, the world became narrow, and darkness grew at the end of his perspective. Breaking away from his excited mental state, Albert suddenly realized that he had reached the center of the garden in front of the Lord's Mansion at some point, and what he had done now Every movement is as difficult as running in the ocean tide.
Legendary realm.
The well-informed old nobleman understood what he had encountered in an instant.
Perhaps it is the spontaneous impact of too powerful a force on the surrounding world, or perhaps the existence itself means some kind of transcendence. As the legendary strongmen at the top of Mycroft's world, they all have a way to make the world within a certain range For them, this realm is as natural as breathing - just like where Pope Igor goes, the holy light will purify everything, and the natural teacher can make vegetation grow no matter where he is. , the mortals beside the mind master will never notice his existence, and the domain of this new Northland legend is probably the suppressive power similar to dragon power or fear halo.
No, it's more powerful than this. This kind of power is far more shocking than Long Wei.
There is an artificial lake in the front garden of the Lord's Mansion, surrounded by several exquisite rockeries, and a stone bridge spans the lake. Albert is standing here, wet moss squeezing and deforming on the soles of his shoes. A gust of wind came from nowhere, causing the ambassador to shiver subconsciously. He took a deep breath and felt that the air around him was extremely cold, as if winter had arrived.
Looking up, Albert could see the castle-like Lord's Mansion in front of him. The strong pressure that blurred his vision distorted the castle in the ambassador's eyes into a blurry black object. However, because of the strengthened iron will, He still lifted his steps firmly and walked forward.
And as he walked, the whole world began to shrink. In Albert's eyes, the surrounding rockeries and trees became taller and majestic, like two high walls closing together. In the dim sight, only one person stood. The door of the maid's lord's palace was flashing with light. Obstructed by various illusions caused by instinctive fear, the ambassador came to the door. At this moment, he woke up from a dream and found that he had broken out in a cold sweat, and originally because of the buff The body that was full of power also began to tremble slightly.
Don't move forward! This was his body warning him. If it weren't for the previous blessings, Albert believed that he would never be able to stand up straight.
At this time, the maid at the door of the Lord's Mansion opened the door with a smile: "Please follow me, the Lord is waiting for you."
"Please lead the way."
After tidying up his appearance, Albert braced himself and followed the maid with impeccable steps.
The interior of the Lord's Mansion is very empty, with very few attendants coming and going. The obsidian floor is like a bottomless abyss, and the light of white pyroxene illuminates the corridor. The maid's steps are brisk, but the ambassador feels that it is extremely difficult for him to move even one step. -Exhausted, Albert finally understood why the locals had no feeling for Longwei at all. If they were bathed in this level of pressure every day, then even the real Longwei was indeed Nothing.
Thanks to the previous buff state, otherwise the illusion and the loss of physical strength would be double weakened, and the old noble might not be able to hold on.
And just when Mr. Ambassador was so tired that he could hardly maintain his posture, he finally arrived in front of the reception hall.
"The Lord is right behind the door."
The maid bowed slightly and then stepped away. The sound of crisp steps gradually faded away. Albert also regained some strength and calmed down. He took a step forward and pushed open the door.
The door opened.
A man was standing in the center of the hall, with his back to the door, looking at the world map on the wall of the hall. A silver-haired girl and a black-haired boy stood quietly behind him, holding several gilded letters in their hands.
The man was wearing a black coat. His strong physique gave him a powerful presence that eclipsed everything in the hall. The moment he saw this man, the old nobleman had an illusion. The whole world has completely turned into chaos, and only the person in front of him is real.
When the man knew that the door had been opened, he waved casually as a greeting, but he did not look back, but Albert did not feel any dissatisfaction at being slighted.
That was Joshua Van Radcliffe, the youngest legend. He doesn't need to sit upright or do anything deliberately. Just standing there can make the world distort.
-This is the top of the mortal world.
"My Lord Count."
With fear and respect in his heart, Albert Warner bowed respectfully towards the man's back: "His Majesty the Emperor greets you."
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Starfall 834, October 15th, night.
Joshua, who had received the congratulatory envoys all day long, sat in the main seat in the center of the hall, flipping through the letters in his hand.
The content is quite boring. Most of them are simply congratulations for advancing to the legendary and a list of gifts. Even the most powerful force on the Mycroft continent does not want to quarrel with a legend for no reason. In the current era of peace, making friends is the first choice.
Beside the warrior, siblings Hotaru and Rin sat on the armrests, one on the left and the other on the right, leaning against Joshua's arm and reading the contents together.
"None of the decorations designed by Miss No. 3 are used this time."
While watching, Yingying was still complaining smoothly: "Whether it's a big chair carved from the skull of the devil-blood dragon, or a carpet made of steel-feathered eagle feathers... so many suggestions have been rejected by you, the master. Miss No. 3 is still I’m angry.”
"Yes, Hei is also angry." Glancing at the contents of the letter in the soldier's hand, Rin nodded in agreement with his sister. He turned to look at the corner, shrugged and said: "Originally, she was planned to appear, but the master You rushed to the yard to play alone."
In the corner of the hall, the black dragon girl was sitting on the ground holding her knees and sulking. After returning from the special training in the Holy Mountain of the Far Sea, Hei Zai overcame her fear of heights and was about to show off her skills in front of the soldiers. However, she was forced to turn into a human form and locked in a The backyard cannot be accessed.
"I'm here to receive the envoy, not to intimidate the enemy. What's the use of these two designs?"
With a slight sigh, Joshua put aside the letter he had read in his hand. He helplessly said to the weapons beside him: "I want to really sit on the bone chair carved from the skull of the demon blood dragon. With their feet on a carpet made of golden monster fur, and a black dragon crawling beside them - how many of these envoys do you think can stand firm?"
The Shenji siblings shook their heads together. The warriors turned their backs to the messengers this time. Many of them had pale faces. When they walked out of the Lord's Mansion, they needed to refresh their buff status several times before they could stand firm. If it was really designed by Miss No. 3 Sitting on the bone throne like a big devil to receive other people, there is no doubt that Joshua will get the title of 'Emissary Slayer'.
"Obviously the young people in the world of Grandia are not afraid of their master, why are these ambassadors so miserable..." Rin suddenly muttered to himself, lost in thought.
Of course it's because those are all friendly camps, and ambassadors are neutral units.
Of course Joshua would not answer such a question, he just continued to look at the letter in his hand.
Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, and Ying, who had been paying attention to the soldier's expression, immediately stopped chatting and looked at the thin piece of letter paper seriously.
"Is there any special news?" Rin, who was deep in thought, noticed the abnormality between the two of them and curiously asked them.
"nothing."
Being squeezed by the two approaching heads, he could not move. Joshua's hand shook slightly. The red flames instantly engulfed the letter and turned it into ashes. He smiled at the disappointed sighs of the Shenji siblings: "A person with Good news about an acquaintance.”
"Next spring, a large celebration will be held in the imperial capital, and Master Nostradamus will be the host."
Sparks flickered in the dim hall, and the warrior's voice echoed: "And the third legend of the empire will appear at that time."
I'm a little stuck. I'll try to write another chapter later. I'm sorry for saying something yesterday...
(End of chapter)