"Every time the Chosen One ceremony, do the Grand Dukes of Itnair come?" Robin turned around and asked Jiexi in a whisper.

The other party smiled slightly.

"That's generally the case." She replied, "After all, it's a big deal about the future of the kingdom. ”

"Moreover, not only the Grand Dukes will come, but the chief priests of the various territorial gods will come to celebrate." Jiexi's gaze glanced into the hall.

Beside Calista, there were already a number of local priests in white robes.

Robin didn't know any of them.

He remembered the contradictory relationship between the temple and the local gods that Calista had said before, and he couldn't help but feel a little headache.

"You'll get to know them later." As if to see Robin's thoughts, Jeongie replied empathetically.

"Speaking of which, they should have wanted to come and meet you, the future heir of the divine envoy, and identify their future bosses and enemies." Jiexi smiled faintly, "It should have been stopped by Master Calista, so it has been delayed until today." ”

"Hmm." Robin nodded.

After all, he needs time to prepare.

Whether it's identity, language, or ability, it takes time.

Calista certainly wouldn't let the local clerics grab him.

But until now, when it really came time for the Chosen One ceremony, Robin still felt that there was not enough time and not enough preparation.

"Seven Grand Dukes, according to the invitation sent by His Majesty the King, there should be five Grand Dukes coming." Jeongsie continued.

Five?

Robin looked at her quizzically.

It stands to reason that only Rosalind has to defend the Frost Fortress, so why only five?

So is there any other Grand Guild who is absent from the Chosen One ceremony?

"Archduke Rosalind has the duty to hold the north." Jeeze explained, "She couldn't come, but she asked me to convey a word to you,"

The king's courtier smiled slightly, "She said that you will be a good chosen one, and you will shoulder the future of the kingdom." ”

Robin's image of a middle-aged female knight with thick braids came to mind, and although her face was full of wrinkles, it was inexplicably reassuring.

"Then please help me convey it, thank you, Archduke Rosalind. I still remember what I told her about her in the Frost Keep. I will also try to do my own thing well and hopefully become a qualified Chosen One. ”

Jessie listened to Robin's words and nodded with satisfaction.

"I'll be sure to help you get that through, Lord Robin."

She paused, looking at Robin with a hint of wistfulness, "And, I think you might be able to be as great a being as the Oracle of Sekorid." Your mastery of magic will make you shine in Itnel and become a hero to be celebrated for generations to come. ”

Robin was slightly stunned, then smiled a little flatteredly.

"Don't have too much hope for me, I don't want to go that far, I just have to improve my ability first."

"I believe you, Lord Robin, that if you work hard enough and persevere, you will succeed." Jessie responded eagerly.

Robin smiled and didn't speak.

"Oh, by the way, you said you would be present at the five Grand Dukes, so who else will be absent?" Robin looked up at Jessy.

"Well...... this"

Jiexi's eyes were foggy, and she stopped talking.

"As a result, it's probably a good thing that she doesn't attend. It's better not to see her. ”

"What does that mean?"

"The Grand Duke, ...... to His Majesty" Jiexi was just halfway through her words when she suddenly raised her head and looked down on the stairs.

Robin followed her gaze and walked slowly up the white stone steps of the temple to an elderly man.

The other's hair was snow-white, neatly coiled behind her head, and she was wearing a gray gown.

In her hand she holds a silver cane with intricate patterns carved on the front of the cane, and the front of the cane is in the shape of a bird's beak.

The visitor straightened his upper body and walked up the stairs step by step with a smile on his face.

Behind her, four or five guards followed.

"This is Gwen Rodney, the old duchess from the Lords of Glory." Jess whispered in Robin's ear.

He was slightly stunned, during this period of history class, he had heard more than once about the prestige of Duke Gwen.

The Glory Lords are adjacent to the Saint Beta Realm, and are also located in the western part of the kingdom.

In other words, defending the Windwing people from the Western Wilderness has become their greatest duty.

The Rodneys have not allowed the Windwings to set foot in the kingdom for hundreds of years.

During the period when Duke Gwen was in charge of the Glory Lord, she became famous because she once led twenty-three Glory Knights into the Western Wilderness to capture the king of the Windwing People alive.

It happened six years ago, and Duke Gwynn was already sixty-four years old.

This makes it all the more incredible.

Duke Gwynn, now seventy years old, stood on the altar of the temple, his right hand on the floor with his cane in his hand, the corners of her mouth gasping slightly, and then she smiled with satisfaction.

"It seems that my old bone is not so useless."

Not only did she say this, it was simply scary.

Robin sighed slightly, you must know that the temple is from the first gate to here, there are a total of 117 steps, and it is a miracle that this old duke can walk here without much breathing.

"Duke Gwen, you're stronger than a dragonhorn."

A young voice floated from below the stairs.

Then a long burst of red hair appeared in Robin's sight.

It was an extremely young and energetic face.

The other party's eyebrows fluttered, and she was wearing a bright red close-fitting dress, and she was not wearing a long skirt, but trousers and a shirt.

The white collar on the chest hangs down to the chest.

Except for the bulging chest, the rest of the outfit looks like a gentleman.

It also adds an indescribable charm to the young man.

Robin's gaze couldn't help but linger on her face for two more seconds.

Jiexi was slightly stunned, and quickly whispered in Robin's ear, "That's Aiden Varyn, the Grand Duke of Sunrise from the East." ”

From previous history lessons, Robin learned that the Duke of Aiden was the youngest surviving Grand Duke of the kingdom before Mattida did not succeed to the title of duke.

She inherited the title of Grand Duke of Sunrise at the age of eleven, and is only sixteen years old now.

Compared with the other Grand Dukes, the Duke of Aiden in front of him seemed more energetic and vigorous.

Robin couldn't help but frown.

In his mind, Matilda's appearance as a little adult came to mind.

That child, if not burdened by life and circumstances, should have become more lively.

It is rumored that Duke Aiden is young, bohemian, and has all the temperament that a young man should have, not only did she experience more than 30 days of sailing alone, but also defeated a group of pirates in the East China Sea, and even reached the territory of the Eastern Land Holy Blood Empire.

Just when Sunrise thought that the young Grand Duke was buried at sea and was having a headache in choosing an heir, His Excellency the Grand Duke returned without incident.

It also brought a lot of precious goods.

Of course, there is also a big pile of rags.

Duke Aiden kept the tattered souvenirs in his estate, and from time to time he took them out to brag and show off.

There is also a pirate's hand skull, as well as a vampire's head, to show that she actually arrived in the Eastern Continent, rather than wandering around the sea and coming back to say big words.

Duke Aiden stepped forward to Duke Gwynn's side, and the two of them greeted each other politely, and then walked towards Robin together.

"Presumably you're the legendary Chosen One who can use magic, right?"

The old duke looked at Robin and smiled slightly.

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