ps: Congratulations to book friend "Death Fanmaid" for being promoted to the first elder of this book.

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Lei Zhentian doubted whether his ears were wrong.

Such a beautiful girl is actually the daughter of an old guy who looks as old as a tree bark...

No matter how surprised you are, in such occasions, the essential etiquette cannot be ignored casually.

Lao Lei heard Brandt say that the civilized understanding of "kissing hand" is probably a common etiquette between men and women in the upper class of Laming.

When meeting a noble woman from the upper class of Lamin, if the woman first reaches out her hand to do a sagging posture, she will gently lift her fingertips and kiss her.

But if the woman does not stretch out her hand, she will not kiss. When performing a kissing ceremony, if the woman has a higher status, she should support her knees and perform a half-kneeling posture before shaking hands and kissing her.

With the old guy's arrogant attitude, Lao Lei naturally would not bend his knees half kneel anymore, but just stretched out a hand gracefully and welcomed with a smile on his face, "Beautiful Miss Bessie Serne, welcome you to the City of Glory."

Since the Holy Crown Armor was not summoned at this moment, Lao Lei now looks only a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, and has an extremely handsome and evil face.

Such an appearance fell into Bescy's eyes and instantly stirred up a blush on her cheeks.

Looking at the young governor in front of me, there was a faint elegance between my eyebrows and delicate and fair skin. It seemed that I had no sunlight all year round, but also that I had just recovered from a serious injury and had a lack of blood in my eyes.

The front gives people a kind of elegant demeanor. Looking closely at the edges and corners of the facial features, it gives people a sharp sense of oppression.

Facing a handsome and elegant boy, it seems that all girls who are in love will have an uncontrollable heartbeat.

Miss Bescy's face turned red in embarrassment, not knowing what to do. However, after hesitation, she still handed a fair and slender hand forward.

Lao Lei naturally took the tip of his hand and gently kissed him on it.

Bessi's hands exuded a virgin fragrance. His slender hands were as soft as boneless as if they were pinching a ball of bread.

The soul priest Irving, who was beside him, saw his daughter's performance in his eyes, and seemed to be slightly satisfied with Lei Zhentian's behavior and understanding.

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"What did you say? Want me to marry her?"

When he heard Brandt telling the truth about this "diplomacy", Old Lei frowned excitedly, as if a toad was crawling onto his feet.

Brandt seemed to have expected Lao Lei's reaction to be disgusted. So he had already prepared how to convince Lao Lei. "... Strictly speaking, Miss Bessi is only seventeen years old this year. Most Lamins are still as a child at the age of the Lamins. Her mother comes from the Bajin Dynasty, so strictly speaking, Miss Bessi is not a real Lamin. With the status of Irving's mentor, he naturally cannot marry Bessi to the Lamins as a 'maid'."

"Out of the pride of bloodline and civilization, the Laming Dynasty held high self-esteem and would not take all foreign civilizations on the Wasteland Continent into consideration. In order to save unnecessary trouble, I decided to make a decision for you. You must know that in the Laming Kingdom, the status of Irving's mentor is only a little lower than that of the king. And he is very satisfied with you and the City of Glory. As long as we have this relationship, we should not be officially recognized by the Laming Kingdom."

"Everything is for the city of glory, you should... be fine."

Hearing Brandt use this kind of rhetoric to suppress himself, and the faint smile on his lips, Lei Zhentian suddenly had the urge to step forward and strangle him to death.

The Laming people are one of the three great civilizations in the Wasteland Continent. They have long been proud of their diplomatic mission. In general, Lei Zhentian understands Brant's difficulties very well.

And compared with the interests of a Bessi and the City of Glory, marrying a woman is too trivial.

.After agreeing to this marriage, the City of Glory is just an extra mouth to eat. However, you can obtain a steady stream of "Iron Crystal" resources for free.

The only thing that made Lao Lei angry was that the so-called soul priest Owen, who was so proud that he did not say a word to Lao Lei from beginning to end.

Being a son-in-law with such a father-in-law is probably the most depressing thing in the world.

In addition to the above, Lei Zhentian sincerely contempts the nobleness of the Laming people who are so proud that they are in the bones. He understands from the heart that "One day, with the expansion of the territory every year, there will inevitably be a battle with the three prosperous civilizations of the Wasteland Continent. The battle flag of the City of Glory will inevitably be inserted into the Laming people's forest kingdom. Let them pay the price of blood for themselves!"

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In the night like the spring moon, crystal stars shine with moving light on the endless gray sky.

At this time, in the Hall of Glory, where the ice slag of the "Frozen Throne" extends, sharp ice cones condensed on the smooth white stone floor, like the fangs of an evil dragon, turning this small world into an unpredictable and mysterious mystery.

The cold air shrouded outside the Saint Crown armor was like a cold hand, stroking Lao Lei's face and reaching the depths of his heart.

The soul priest Irving, who came from the Kingdom of Laming, suddenly appeared under the steps when it was late at night, which made Lei Zhentian not very surprised.

"... able to bypass the guards of Yongquan, and Qiongqi's keen perception. Dear soul priest Lord Irving, I have to admit that you are very strong!"

With the sound of the ice slag cracking, a ferocious heavy armored thunder Zhentian stood up from the Ice Throne and summoned the Spartan War Blade with two blood lights that seemed to be solid, staring at the uninvited guest under the steps.

"I have lived in this world for four hundred years. You are the first person to make me feel the soul fluctuations are very strange."

"... Although Bessi was my maid, I will not marry my daughter to anyone until I understand the essence of your soul."

The soul priest frowned and quickly grabbed the void. A "soul axe" shining with green light appeared in his hand.

Like Brandt's "Soul Axe", the short-handed soul hand axe is not the essence, and it works directly to kill the soul.
Chapter completed!