Immediately, a strange English name came into view.

Lancelot just glanced at it, and immediately shook his body, his eyes showed disbelief, and when he saw the small Chinese text annotation under the English name, his face turned completely pale.

The name on it is actually the word "Ye Qing Soul......

"How could it be, how could it be like this...... Even a pariah like you can get nobility?"

Lancelot muttered, rummaging over and over the medal in his hand, looking for signs of processing and modification.

He resolutely couldn't accept that this medal belonged to Ye Qing's soul, and he was more willing to believe that this was originally someone else's thing, but Ye Qing's soul got it by luck, and transformed it, and inscribed his name.

However, he carefully examined almost every inch of this little medallion and found no trace of secondary processing at all.

On it, every place is exactly the same as the genuine product that I have come into contact with.

There is no doubt that this is a real noble medal recognized by the British Empire!

In other words, this untouchable person in front of him, who has no manners at all, is a real nobleman!

"How is it possible, how can this be true!"

Lancelot instantly had a feeling that the belief he had always insisted on had been ruthlessly overthrown, he roared, and directly threw the medal out, seeing that Ye Qingsoul's face changed slightly.

"Hey, that's my thing, even if you're jealous of me, you shouldn't just throw it away......"

He said a little helplessly, but his tone didn't seem to take it seriously, as if he had never taken the medal to heart.

It was this calm and breezy tone that irritated Lancelot even more.

If he had such a medal...... Then he will definitely pin it to the most conspicuous position on himself whenever and no matter what occasion he attends.

This guy is so casual, he doesn't know how to be blessed in the midst of blessings!

"Why! Why would a noble medal be issued to a good-for-nothing person like you, an imbecile, filthy yellow man!"

"It's still a Marquis!"

Lancelot gritted his teeth and said gloomily, feeling that the belief he had always insisted on was mostly shattered at this moment.

"Hehe, are yellow people imbecile, dirty? In your eyes, yellow people are synonymous with inferiority?"

Ye Qingsoul chuckled lightly, and looked at him leisurely: "My title, even if you look at the whole of Britain, there are few that can be compared, right? Even those grand dukes, how many people still retain their old glory after inheriting it to the present? Even they don't dare to say anything about my identity, what are you?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know how much more noble my identity is than you. ”

"Nonsense!"

Like a cat that has been stepped on by the tail, Lancelot immediately screamed, "I don't care where you got this noble medal, all in all...... Don't think that if you have a medal, you are a real nobleman, and you can be superior to others!"

"I don't know how many honorary noble medals Britain has released over the years, and a mere Marquis Medal is nothing!"

"Even if you have this medal, in my eyes you are still an ant-like existence! My status is much more noble than you! As long as I want, I can ask the royal family to reclaim your noble status at any time!"

"I'm afraid this guy is scared, right?"

Ye Qingsoul laughed for a while, and couldn't help but smile and asked, "Oh, I don't know who you want to let take back my aristocratic status?"

Lancelot snorted lightly and said disdainfully: "Of course it's the little princess of the royal family, Her Royal Highness Elizabeth, the future Queen of Britain!"

"My nobility was bestowed upon her by herself. You are a mere marquis, and in my eyes you are as low as an ant!"

"Oh?"

Ye Qingsoul blinked his eyes slightly, and felt funny in his heart, but his face was silent, and he only asked lightly: "Royal princess, why do you listen to you, who do you think you are?"

Lancelot sneered twice, and finally a look of triumph finally welled up on his face, and he sneered: "Frog at the bottom of the well!

"If not...... If it weren't for the fact that I was just an ordinary nobleman, and had no other royal blood, Elizabeth would have been committed to me and my wife!

"Although we can't be together due to reality, I will always be the white moonlight in her heart, the man she will never forget for the rest of her life!

Speaking of this, Lancelot suddenly sighed lightly and said with a little melancholy: "If it weren't for her...... In order not to make it difficult for her to be between me and the royal family, how could I leave Britain!

“……”

Ye Qingsoul looked at Lancelot a little dumbfounded, the corners of his mouth twitched wildly, and the "slot" in his heart at this time was simply difficult to describe in words.

"Is this guy delusional? Or is there something wrong with his mind?"

"I have to say that this is also a kind of ability to be able to describe things that don't exist at all...... Maybe that's why he managed to deceive so many people......"

"After all, ordinary people don't dare to touch porcelain and touch the royal family......"

Ye Qingsoul felt that if he continued to communicate with Lancelot, he was afraid that he would be affected by this guy and take him directly to the ditch.

He coughed lightly twice, and as soon as the conversation changed, he didn't bother to continue to tease this guy, but asked directly: "You came to Huaxia for Lin Rushuang and for God's kiss?"

"Humph!"

Lancelot turned his head in particular with a non-cooperative expression.

Seeing this, Ye Qingsoul frowned slightly, forcibly held back the impatience in his heart, and asked again: "What's the matter with those transformed people? Is it your private research results, or is it the biological weapon that someone else provided you?"

"Don't expect to get even a single word of useful information from me. ”

Lancelot sneered and spoke, disdainfully: "A true nobleman, even in adversity, will not surrender to a lowly person like you!"

"I rely on ......"

Hearing this, Ye Qingsoul was really a little impatient, Lancelot had been immersed in the illusion he had weaved, but he was not interested in playing with this guy.

"What are you a real nobleman, and you dare to climb Elizabeth, do you think I can't see through your lies?"