The words of the butler of George V made George V excited, but made me stunned.

Although it is a good thing to win a title, it is probably not many people think it is just a bad thing, but for me, it may be a headache, especially if I have to give the title to my son.

God, Agalo was just able to learn to speak, and Vapori is still making trouble all day long, and he actually wants to be awarded a title? If this is spread, it would be strange if the American media doesn't explode. And this may produce the youngest person in the history of awarding a title - the youngest person to be awarded a title.

"Your Majesty, I am very impressed with your kindness, but you should discuss this decision with the relevant personnel. After all, such a title is related to the prestige of your royal family." I frowned.

George V looked at me with a embarrassed look and immediately laughed.

"Mr. Corleon, others are eager to agree quickly when encountering such a thing. For them, the title of title is the greatest honor in their life, but you are actually a very interesting person. I said, Mr. Corleon is not an ordinary person, and he will definitely be different from others in this issue. It turns out that this is true." George V looked at me with a smile on his face.

It can be seen that this king is a generous person. If it were those arrogant emperors, I would like to give you a title to you, and you would hesitate. Isn’t this not giving me face? However, George V didn’t think so. Instead, he thought that I was not very enthusiastic about title to show that I was different.

"Your Majesty, Andre, what makes you two so happy to talk here?" When I didn't know how to explain to George V, Hoover walked over with his glass and Coolidge.

These two guys knew they were drunk at a glance. Hoover's old face was blushing like a monkey's butt, and Coolidge staggered and smelled of alcohol.

"Mr. President, I originally wanted to be the title of Mr. Corleon, but considering that he was already a duke, it was not appropriate to be the title of him, so I wanted to be the title of his son instead..." George V pointed at me and laughed.

Before he finished speaking, Coolidge laughed: "This is a good thing, a good thing. Andre, your family is too powerful. Apart from a duke, it is enough to envy countless people. This time, the child can't walk, but he is treated as a gift. He is simply a noble family!"

"Yes, this is a good thing! Andre, I really envy you. You are born as a duke, and your son is now named again. Why do you like your Corleon family so much? Look at me, Herbert Hoover. Not to mention a nobility at all, you are not even a nobleman!" Hoover said as he shook his head.

"If you two guys like titles, you can ask Your Majesty for one, or I can enthrone one for you. In theory, I have this right." I gave Hoover and Coolidge a blank look.

"Andre, such things are hard to come by. You didn't look at Chaplin. You have sharpened your head all your life and want to get a title. As a result, you saw that your hair was white and your farts were not enough. Don't be good at getting cheap." Coolidge nodded at me, indicating that I must not miss such a good thing.

Seeing Hoover and Coolidge's eyes almost squeezed, George V muttered and looked at my words, I couldn't help but shrugging.

"Your Majesty, I can agree to your proposal, but even if I agree, there will be problems." I made a very helpless move.

"What's the problem? What's the problem with the title? Are you worried that your son is too young? Hahaha, don't joke about Mr. Corleon, the title is something I want to seal, and even the Congress has no right to ask about it. In this regard, you don't have to worry about your son being criticized because of his young age." George V patted his chest and made a promise for me.

Looking at George V's appearance, I felt the same way I wanted to cry.

"Your Majesty, you probably misunderstood Andre's meaning. He never cares about what others think of him. He is worried about it, and there are other reasons." Coolidge knew me and stood up to help me. "There are other reasons? What's the reason!" George V frowned, he was already a little confused. He probably was the most troublesome British king in history about the issue of title.

"Your Majesty, do you know I have two sons?" I raised my head and said seriously as if George V was looking at him.

"I know. And I know their names." George V smiled proudly, and then said, "One is called Agelo and the other is called Vapori, both of the most famous emperors in your Lockettke family."

George V's words shocked me!

To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if George V knew how many sizes I had underwear and liked to sleep naked. However, as a British king, he actually knew the names of my two sons, and knew so much that it made my spine chill.

You know, since Agelo and Vapori were born, I have tried every means to protect their privacy, which is unlikely to be known to ordinary people.

"Your Majesty, you are well-informed." I said a bit sarcastic to George V.

"That's it! Mr. Corleon, I know everything about you, you are my favorite director." George V was proud, obviously he regarded my words as great praise.

Facing such a king, I really don’t know what to say about him.

"Then your Majesty, are you going to be a title for my son?" I looked at George V and showed a very ugly smile.

"..." George V's eyes rolled up by my words and couldn't speak.

Not only him, but Coolidge and Hoover were also stunned on the spot.

"You can just seal one of two children. There is nothing difficult." The housekeeper next to George V interrupted.

"Shit it casually!? Try sealing it casually!?" I shouted.

"Your Majesty. This is really a problem. As the sons of Andreid, one of them has the opportunity to inherit the title of Duke in the future. It is not yet decided who will inherit it, so it is impossible to choose which one to enthrone. After all, you are the one who cannot enthrone the throne of Duke." Coolidge reminded George V.

George V scratched his head: "This is really a problem. Andre, can't you choose the heir first?"

Looking at George V's smile on his face, I wanted to pick up the chair beside me and smash it over.

This bitch wants me to die! Decide a heir to the title?! I can decide!

"Your Majesty, you don't know Andre's family situation, he can't decide." Coolidge was anxious for me, his head shaking like a rattle.

"What's the difficulty? Choose one of the two sons and one that you like. What's the problem? This is how our royal family does it." George V helped me.

My facial features were twisted and my whole body was trembling.

The bitch raised her upper lip and touched her lower lip, which was better than the one she sang. I didn't have any good results to choose between the two of them.

Maybe it seemed to him that it was as simple as choosing a title heir among two sons. The reason he thought so was because he only knew that Agelo and Vapori were my sons and did not know that each of these two sons had a mother.

If I handed over the title of Duke to Agelo, Natalia would never make me feel better, and if I handed over the title to Vapori, God, I wouldn't want to be hit by Holgina on the wall and slide down!

In other words, the current Feng Jue, which seems to be incredibly glorious, is simply a terrible devil to me.

"Your Majesty, Andre's two sons are different. It's really different." Coolidge was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

As a straightforward person, Coolidge wants to explain the reason more than anyone else, but he knows that this matter cannot be told to the public.

George V was even more confused. He said, "Is one of them the biological ones the other not the biological ones? Then it would be even better, just give them to their biological place. This is how our royal family does it."

Puff! Hoover, who was delivering wine into his mouth next to him, spraying all the expensive red wine on the butler of George V.

As for me, George V's words have already made me feel bloody.

How could there be such a fool in the world who actually said such a foolish thing! What's even more foolish is that I can't beat him up!

I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy.

"Your Majesty, Andre's two sons are biological, but the people behind them are different, so they must be fair. They must be fair." Coolidge's words are considered to be the bottom line.

But George V couldn't understand. He shook his head and said to me, "Mr. Corleon, I don't know how the title was passed in Poland, but in Britain, for example, in our royal family, the throne was first passed to the eldest son. So I think you can confirm that Agelo is the heir. Then let me enthrone Vapori?"

George V's words made Hoover and Coolidge nod.

It seems that this is the best way.

But my legs were still trembling. I smashed my mouth and raised my head to George V and said, "Then, your Majesty, what title do you have to enfeoff Vapori?"

George V continued: "Overall those who have made great contributions to Britain and the world will be granted the honorary knight. Those who have received such a title cannot use the title of jazz if they are not British citizens, but they can add the three letters of BE to the name of the name, which represents the senior knights of the British Empire, which is currently accepted by most people. Of course, those who have received this title of jazz are real knights. The proportion of those who have received this title is not very large."

"You mean to enthrone Vapori as a knight? Impossible. Impossible." I immediately shook my head.

In my opinion, George V's previous proposal is possible. After all, everyone gives a candy, and neither Holgina nor Natalia should have much opinion. But this is conditional. This condition is that the two candies must be about the same size.

But now, George V has given a knight. People with a little common sense know that for ordinary people, it is the greatest honor to be able to obtain such a title, but for the nobles, knights are not a good thing.

Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, and Baron, these are the five most basic levels of titles in Europe, and knights are nothing at all.

What did you ask me to prevent Natalia from making trouble?!

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and I shook my head repeatedly.

"Andre, I'm pretty open today. I've never heard of anyone bargaining with the King of England on the issue of title." Coolidge smirked.

"Andre. Do you think this title is low?" George V spread his hands.

"Low. Your Majesty, the Knight is just a bad thing. How can you let me accept it?" I simply acted like a rogue: "Or why are you giving a higher one."

George V grinned with great distress. For him, the number of titles enthroned was basically fixed, and one less title was enthroned. As we all know, those who were enthroned would express their opinions to the royal family in private. As for how many of them were expressed, you will know it if you think about it. Can the expressions given to the royal family be less? The higher the title, the higher the expressions. I want one now, so George V is of course in pain.

"Mr. Corleon, I will make an exception this time and give Vapori a baron, how about it?" George V gritted his teeth and made a decision.

"Baron!?" Hoover and Coolidge's mouths at the same time became a "0" type. Although the Baron is the lowest among the five major titles, this is the baron of the British Empire. It is generally only possible for British aristocrats and upper-class people to be enthroned. In the past few decades, I have never heard of people who are not British upper-class people who have received this title! What's more, he is a child who can't speak yet!

To be fair, it depends on my face to make such a decision.

However, I still think this so-called baron is still a bit soft.

I don't care about others, and my son, Andre Corleon, actually got a baron. I can't accept it myself.

Moreover, in history, barons were generally followers and servants of those counts and others. If Vapoli accepted this title, they would be called "the servant of the Windsor royal family" by the British.

So, for the sake of my son's future face, I have to go further.

"Your Majesty. It's still too low." I sneered.

George V already regretted boasting that he wanted to be a lord. In his opinion, I was undoubtedly speaking out of the lion. What made him laugh and cry was that he could not refuse in the face of the person who spoke out of the lion.

what to do!?

Giving a title or not giving a title is a problem.

"Andre, what title do you want?" George V looked at me, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"I have to be at the level of the Baron anyway." I laughed dryly.

"Do you want a viscount!?" George V, Coolidge and others shouted at the same time.

"It's not me, it's my son." I corrected.

Hoover and Coolidge looked at George V to see how the British king answered.

They understood that George V had no way out at this time, and even more so what it meant if George V really agreed to my request.

"Andre, this time I promise you, who made you my favorite film director?" George V's answer made me happy.

In this way, I have received an honor that ordinary people cannot imagine for Vapori.

"Thank you, your Majesty." I expressed my gratitude to George V.

"Don't thank you first, please go over and discuss it with them, and then decide whether to thank you or not." Coolidge stabbed me secretly, then pointed to Natalia, Holkina and others in the distance.

Today is the premiere of "The Pentium Era", and these women are also here to join in the fun.
To be continued...