"Y-Your..."

Wallace's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief:

"Didn't I say that? Lord Galen, he can't be..."

Wallace turned his head to look around for a moment, and then said in a cautious low voice:

"Draconian."

After spending a long time with Galen, Wallace discovered that Galen not only did not have the arrogance of the old-fashioned aristocracy, but also inadvertently revealed his disdain and hostility towards the aristocracy in his speech and demeanor.

Unlike Wallace, a rebel of aristocratic origin, and unlike the commoners who only awakened after being ruled by the aristocracy, Galen's contempt for the aristocracy was natural, instinctive, and habitual.

It seems that in his cognition, the aristocracy is not a group worthy of respect.

This is definitely not a performance that a person of noble origin would have.

So despite all the small details that deserve attention, Wallace can tell that Galen is not an aristocratic person, let alone the identity he had boldly conceived in the first place.

After hearing Wallace's accusation, Bogkin waved his hand innocently and said:

"Draconian? I didn't say that! ”

"I'm just passing those little stories out."

"As for what other people think after listening to the story, I can't control it."

Wallace's face was gloomy and he didn't say a word:

He was familiar with this rhetoric, because it was the way he used to make big news.

After a long silence, Wallace asked with some puzzlement:

"How can such rumors even deceive the king?"

"It's simple."

Bogkin used a tone to educate the younger generation:

"It is better to believe what you have than to believe what you don't have."

"The Draconians are the kind of characters who will bring you ruin if they offend at all."

"Even if it's just a rumor without solid evidence, they don't dare to slack off."

Borgkin glanced deeply at his nephew Wallace again, and said with some amusement:

"Besides..."

"Don't you know what our king is?"

"Are you overestimating the IQ of those old nobles?"

"Uh..."

Wallace was speechless, so he nodded approvingly: "That's just as well." ”

Although the Michael family is also a nobleman, it is an outlier among the nobles of the Goa Kingdom:

The rest of the aristocracy was busy fighting for power within the city walls, relying on the shadow of their ancestors to maintain a luxurious life.

They regard their so-called noble blood as the source of status, but they see that it is always strength that maintains it;

However, the Michael family took the initiative to leave the Goya Kingdom in order to develop their power and accumulate strength, and mixed with a group of "inferior people" to do business, which is more like a merchant family than the status of a nobleman.

Although Wallace and his uncle and father had various philosophical differences, they maintained a consensus in their hearts:

Most of the nobles of the Goa Kingdom were mentally handicapped, including the king.

This is not a natural defect in their intelligence, but the imbecile and low intelligence that they show after being blinded by absolute arrogance, and the effective result of the cultivation of pig-like aristocratic life.

"But..."

Borgkin changed his words and said to Wallace with a solemn expression:

"There's a competitor and you have to be careful about it."

"Competitors?"

Wallace immediately said with some resistance: "I haven't agreed yet..."

Ignoring his nephew's disgust, Bogkin simply continued:

"Steley of House Outluk, the most popular candidate for a princess's husband."

"Two people have been killed by him before you."

"What?"

Wallace's face turned gloomy, and he felt that he had been tricked back into a big hole by his family.

"But don't worry."

The smile on Bogkin's face never changed, even when talking about these life-and-death events:

"What that guy is best at is still playing with power, demagoguery, and slapping horses."

"Two rivals died 'accidentally' one after another, and those old nobles still trusted him as an 'excellent young man'..."

"It's not easy!"

Wallace didn't express his thoughts, but Borgkin was more and more excited the more he said it by himself:

"I'd like to see: what kind of expression will that guy have when he knows that there is a 'Celestial Dragon' behind his opponent?"

"You..."

Wallace frowned tightly, and said with great dissatisfaction:

"You called Lord Galen here to take advantage of his might?"

"No, it's not exploitation."

Bogkin said seriously:

"This is cooperation, and it is our family's most sincere sincerity to the emerging overlord of the East China Sea."

"If it succeeds, your Lord Galen will no longer be a family, but a kingdom."

He patted his nephew on the shoulder again and encouraged him heartily:

"Those old aristocrats are arrogant and ignorant, but our Michael family knows the world very well:"

"Power always comes from power."

"As long as the overlord of the East China Sea rising like the rising sun behind you can remain strong, our family's sincerity towards him will never change."

"So, even if it's for your Lord Galen..."

Borgkin's hand was so strong that Wallace's shoulder was a little sore:

"You have to marry me back!"

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Otluk House.

Bogkin had speculated on Steley's expression before, but it was something he could never have imagined.

Because Steley, who is deeply ill by the Creator, is different from those normal people in terms of painting style, he usually looks like a harlequin in a burlesque, and his expression after a rage is even more difficult to describe.

"Draconian?"

Steley had a distorted face, and his emotions were completely out of control:

"Michael's family actually got on the relationship with the Celestial Dragons!"

Faced with another frenzied employer, MR.1 took a cold look.

Not only did MR.1 feel very speechless about this, although he was already silent:

In just one week, an extremely shocking rumor broke out in the kingdom of Goya like a flu.

At first, it was discussed in private by drunkards and women, and then by word of mouth in aristocratic circles.

In the end, MR.1 went out to buy a pack of cigarettes, and he could meet a dozen passers-by on the street who were discussing the "Tianlong people's micro-service private interview".

MR.1 does not believe in such content:

With such an aristocratic status as the Tianlong people, who would still go to the sea and cut people tiredly?

But the noble subjects of the kingdom of Goya have always been fanatical about this matter.

As a country based on the theory of bloodline and hierarchy, the Goya Kingdom has a tendency to blindly worship the noble of blood from top to bottom, and the world's noble Tianlong people are undoubtedly the most noble kind of people.

Therefore, they always discuss the news related to the Draco people with the greatest enthusiasm, but they never try to distinguish the truth from the false.

At first, Borgkin circulated a few misleading details, which were too vague to be worth scrutiny.

However, in the later dissemination process, under the joint creation of countless Goya nationals, the story of "Tianlong People's Private Interview" became richer and richer, the characters became more and more full, and the storyline became twists and turns and dramatic.

Recording these bizarre stories that circulate among the people, you can make five stinky and long "Galen Weifu Private Interviews".

In this kind of situation where the three of them are tigers and are very noisy, "Draco Galen" seems to have become an unquestionable conclusion in the Goa Kingdom.

And Steley's plan to seize power was also completely ruined by this news.

Still angry in the room, MR.1 finally couldn't help but ask:

"Then Wallace, do you still want to kill it?"

"Huh?"

Sterley was brought back to some of his senses by MR.1's cold tone, and after a moment of silence before replying:

"Kill!"

"That kid is not a Draconian, at most he is a dog of a Celestial Dragon!"

"But..."

Steley said in a deep voice:

"I have to see how strong the relationship between the Michael family and the Celestial Dragons is, and you wait for my news before you do it."

"Oh."

MR.1 replied in the most succinct terms.

But seeing the tangled expression on Sterley's face, MR.1 couldn't help but ask in a slightly reminding tone:

"Employer, do you really believe that man is a Draconian?"

"Does it matter?"

Steley gritted his teeth and said:

"The boy from Michael's family has just returned, and he has been invited to the palace to have tea and chat with the princess!"

"Whether it is or not, the old foolish king already believes it!"

MR.1 glanced at Steley with some surprise, and gradually changed his mind about this annoying employer:

Compared with other nobles, this pot head employer has at least some advantages in IQ.

However, the small IQ that Sterley had just shown was immediately clouded with several layers of lard by the temptation of power.

I saw that Steley suddenly showed a greedy and vicious smile, and muttered excitedly:

"If I can go and get on good terms with that Draconian, I can take Wallace's place."

"Don't say it's the princess of the Goya Kingdom when the time comes, maybe..."

Just two seconds of wisdom, I can't wait to be a dog for the unidentified "Draconian"...

Seeing such a Steley, MR.1 was once again speechless.

MR.1 also began to believe a little bit in the news of the "Tianlong people's private interview":

If you have to deal with this kind of brain-dead aristocrat every day, it is really not as pleasant as going to the sea to cut people.