"Madam, do you want to meet Marshal Marin of Sidney, Marshal Marin of Farol, or Marshal Marin of the Northern Commune?" Marin asked with a smile.

Then before the old lady could answer the question, new goblins appeared, holding three of Marin's marshal's staffs.

Then new goblins appeared. This time, a crown appeared in their hands - the Crown of Prince Farol. It was considered that after the nobles of Farol found out that Marin became His Highness, they all pooled their money to give Marin.

Ordered.

It gave Marin the illusion that the villagers were embroidering red flags all night long, so that when he received the crown, Marin wondered if these stupid nobles would do anything harmful to his little boy while he was away——

Of course, Marin discovered later that he was really just embroidering the red flag overnight.

You see, once this loyalty becomes absolute, it's quite satisfying, right?

At this time, the old woman felt a little embarrassed, and the sword and shield in her hands lowered.

"Uh, I, I'm really sorry, Your Highness, you know, in today's world..." "I understand, Mrs. Miranda, I have a potion here, I believe it will be good for your body."

Marin could feel that the old woman was injured. As a legend, she could still fight on the front line even though she was injured. With her bravery, she was worthy of Marin's help.
Chapter completed!