"The Duke of Fernandez invites you tonight's dance party at his Lion Capital's residence. Earls of Sanchez, Earls of Durand, Earls of Schultz... Almost all the nobles of the Lion Capital will attend. The scale may be larger than the dance party held by His Majesty the King before."

"The Duchess of Tangis invites you to the tea party this afternoon, and the number of people should be no less than fifty."

At the Lion Palace, Irene drank tea with her hands on the sofa, listened to Abby Robles' report and asked softly: "Has Duke Tangis arrived at the Lion King?"

"No, he didn't come."

"He won't come." Earl Grugru, who was sitting beside him, said: "He had a disagreement with the royal family just now, and it is impossible for him to come to the Lion King at this time."

"But his wife and sons are all here." As he said, Abby Robles looked at Earl Grugru and said, "My Lord Earl, Duke Fernandez's invitation also wrote the names of you and the Paladin. In addition, the Duchess of Tanges focused on the invitation. These two are today and the most important. There are so many others."

Abby Robles showed off the invitation in his hand. A thick stack, at least thirty copies.

"The whole Lion King's most powerful family has sent invitations? It seems that the Principality of Beshir is already the center of the vortex." Earl Grugru smiled.

Yilin didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

"To be precise, it is not the entire Lion King, but the entire Kingdom of Isaac." Abby Robles explained: "The day after tomorrow, it was the enthronement ceremony of His Majesty the King, and all the families of the entire Kingdom of Isaac sent people here. Many of the invitations conflicted with each other, and were all concentrated before the enthronement ceremony. However, no one conflicted with the dance party of Duke Fernandez and the tea party of Duchess Tangis. In addition... there was no royal family on the list of invitations to these gatherings."

"What do you think of Uncle Grugru?" Yilin asked casually.

"The situation is changing, and everyone is ready to move." Earl Grugru said softly: "The royal prestige is at an unprecedented trough, and there are abnormal movements in the Kingdom of Allen. This is a sign on the eve of the storm. If I were not sitting next to you, I would also hand you an invitation."

"Why?"

"See if you have any plans to defend the royal power. The royal family no longer has the prestige to control this country. Once the Kingdom of Allen sends troops... I think there should be many people who want to take the opportunity to get rid of the control of the royal family, especially the families that were once suppressed by the royal family. After all, most people do not think that the royal family can win this war. Of course, if you are willing to stand with the king with the Paladin, the outcome of things may be very different. They want to test your attitude and predict the future situation. Maybe... in the most serious case, the other two dukes have already had a strange intention. If this is the case, they may win you over to stand on their side. In that case, while protecting the Kingdom of Isaac, you can share everything that originally belonged to the royal family together."

"They think so, and the king must think so too." Yilin lowered her head and took a sip of tea.

Earl Grugru sighed: "So what? What are you going to do? The Principality of Beshir in history has never been so strong."

"Uncle Grugru, what would you do if it were you?"

"Me? Oh, it depends on what the outcome will be. If you want to abolish the royal family, it is the easiest way to unite with the other two dukes. Of course, you can take a little risk. In the current situation, it is not impossible to swallow the entire Kingdom of Isaac alone. After all, Gray is standing by you, neither the Kingdom of Allen nor the other two dukes will want to fight against the Paladins."

"But I don't want to do this, the king did nothing wrong. At least not yet."

"Is that?" Earl Grugru said with a snorting smile: "He originally had seven brothers, but now only one is left, and he was sent to raise horses. He was in the stables of the Lion Palace. If these were not wrong."

"But he also formulated a plan to reduce taxes, and after formal enthronement he would reduce corvee labor. He even promised to abolish those unfair laws."

"That's just because he really has no choice. The great nobles no longer support him. If the little nobles and civilians do not support him, his throne may be overthrown at any time. If anyone else would do this, it has nothing to do with good or evil."

"As a king, what he does now is still acceptable. I don't want civilians to be victimized by my ambitions."

"I understand what you mean."

Elin looked at Abby Robles and said, "Tell them that I am in poor health and cannot attend in person. But I will let Earl Grugru and Miss Shelley attend the party on my behalf. Is this OK? Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Grugru."

Elin looked at the Earl of Grugru.

"Yes." Earl Grugru nodded.

Abby Robles saluted respectfully and said, "I'll let you do it now."

After thinking about it, Abby Robles said again, "By the way, Miss Irene. I heard that Lord Paladin went out early this morning, and seemed to have been invited by His Majesty the King."

"Let him go. Let the king contact him personally. It would be a good thing if the king could understand Gray's attitude."

...

At this moment, Ortilite Grand Theater.

Outside the open door, the king was talking to his ministers, his face seemed a little bad.

The author was holding the wrinkled "The Knight's Guide to Becoming a Creator" and repeatedly checking it.

"How is it? Is it genuine?" Gray asked seriously.

"It seems, but it's very strange, with a strange smell." The author frowned and said, "It seems to be the smell of a cat."

"Is this writer a dog? Can you smell it?" the black cat murmured in a low voice.

Returning the book to Gray, the author patted Gray on the shoulder and said, "You are indeed an upright and kind person, and the legend is correct."

"What does it have to do with my integrity and kindness?"

"You don't understand this, right? Anyone who reads the genuine version is a good person."

"Uh...is this?"

"Of course, what else can better reflect a person's integrity and kindness than reading genuine novels?"

"Don't listen to him nonsense, this guy has a problem with his brain at first glance," said Catherine.

"No! I think he's saying it's too right! Think about it, how could he be wrong with writing an author who makes you like novels?" Vivian yelled in Gray's mind: "If he has a brain problem, then doesn't it mean that you who love reading his novels have a brain problem? Do you think you have a brain problem?"

"But I have no brains," Gray replied.

Vivian almost choked Gray: "I don't have brains...well, there is no problem with whether there is any problem."

The black cat laughed out loud.

"Paladin? Paladin? Are you in a daze?" The author reached out and shook his hand in front of Gray.

The king, who was standing outside the door, seemed to notice, waved his hand and asked the minister who came to report to pause for a moment, then turned around and walked into the room.

"Sir Paladin, sorry, I'm a little busy. Do you still like this gift?"

"Of course! I like it very much! It's really great!"

"There are even better." The king reached out and snapped his fingers, then spread his palms and said, "I'm going to ask him to write a novel for you. Yes, a novel tailored for you. Based on you as the prototype, you can make any suggestions and tell the most perfect story in your heart, and he is responsible for writing it. This is the second gift. How about it? Do you like it?"

"I like it very much!" Gray screamed with joy.

"That won't work!" The author said righteously: "His Majesty the King, although you are His Majesty the King, please respect the rights of a writer. I still have a book written on it, and readers are waiting for my manuscript, and I cannot leave them behind!"

A follower hurriedly walked in and put a bag of gold coins into the king's hand. The king casually put the gold coins in front of the author.

"This is a deposit of one hundred gold coins, well written, and there are more."

"Uh..." The author slowly swallowed, reached out and put a hundred gold coins in his arms and weighed them, and smiled awkwardly: "I think my readers will understand."

"Very good. Then let's make up. You guys have a chat, I'll be busy first." As he said that, the king had turned around and left the room, and continued to stand outside the door and talked to his ministers.

Only Gray and the author were left in the room. Oh, and Tenadas, the Bone Horse that occupied most of the room.

"Okay, Lord Paladin, tell me what you think." The author took out his notebook and pen and asked, "What kind of story do you want?"

After thinking about it, Gray asked seriously: "Is any kind of story OK?"

"Of course. You have to believe in the qualities of a professional writer and I can write any kind of story."

"real?"

"real."

"Then..." Gray asked in a low voice: "I hope the protagonist is a lich, can I?"

For a moment, Black Cat, Catherine, and Vivian were shocked.

The author was also stunned.

"Uh... what do you mean is that you want a story of a dark protagonist? It's really surprising that the Paladin would like this kind of story. But this kind of story is indeed quite popular. People nowadays are different from before. They all like selfish protagonists who kill and rob people everywhere. Although I haven't written it, it doesn't matter." He pointed to the money bag next to him, and the author said, "For its sake, I can write it."

"No." Gray stressed: "I mean, a lich in knight's armor is hidden in the human world because she avoids the pursuit of other lichs."

"Hiss~"

"I want another bone horse, this is Tenidas' suggestion." Gray said seriously.

The author was a little confused: "What you mean is... he disguised as a knight, riding a bone horse? Then he was exposed and tied to the stake and burned to death? This sounds like a tragic story. People nowadays don't like tragedy much, but tragedy is the most touching. Don't worry, no problem!"

"No, I mean, he was not exposed, but instead he was recognized by the Holy Spirit and became a Paladin."

"This is a bit difficult... He deceived the Holy Spirit's trust through disguise? Later, the Holy Spirit discovered it and burned him to death?" The author gritted his teeth: "But don't worry, I can write too!"

"No. He did not deceive the Holy Spirit, his faith was pious."

“…”

"He adheres to the chivalrous spirit and has a firm belief."

“…”

It was a bit too late to talk this day, and the author's forehead was already sweating.

After a long time of rest, he wiped his sweat and said, "Let me figure it out, listen to what that means."

"good."

"The protagonist is a lich."

"right."

"Because I avoided the pursuit and lurked in the human world, disguised as a knight, there was a bone horse."

"Yes. I'm still in love and ready to get married."

"The lich in love...well, he also has a firm belief in knights, and he also yearns for light, believes in the Holy Spirit. And becomes a Paladin?"

"That's right. He does weekly service and does not have to eat, but he also prays regularly every day."

"The tragic ending?"

"No, I want a happy ending." Gray said firmly.

Suddenly, the author's psychological defense was penetrated: "Are you kidding? A pious lich? You have to be reunited! You have to have a bottom line when making up stories!"

With a "pop", the notebook in his hand fell onto the desktop.

"Hey hey hey! What are you talking about? Are you crazy?" The black cat screamed in nervousness.

"Gray, I think this is not good, too," said Catherine.

"Don't ask me, I'm... a little confused." Vivian was stuck.

Gray said seriously to his three external brains: "People love me, and I can't always deceive them. This is wrong. I hope that one day I can take off my helmet and stand calmly in front of them with the most real side, no longer need to cover up anything. I understand very well that only at that moment can I be truly bathed in the holy light. Do you still remember the painting in the church? The story of Ebolsard is a tragedy, I know. It worried me. The Holy Spirit said that if one day I can not be attacked by humans without being attacked by humans when I have their identity exposed, they will truly accept me. Although I am a lich, I also hope that I will be truly accepted by the light one day. This is my dream."

Suddenly, all three guys in my mind fell silent.

Silence. After a long silence, Catherine could only sigh and whisper: "So, when you hear that resolution, you first think not how to hide your identity, but one day, you may take the initiative to reveal your identity and stand in the sun, right?"
Chapter completed!