"If there's a suitable one, I'm just going to buy one!" said Le Pen.

"What do you want? I can contact the knighthoods of England, Scotland, Ireland, Prussia, Austria, the Netherlands, Sweden, Norway, Finland, Spain, Portugal, Morocco, Monaco, etc. Most of them were barons, viscounts were few and expensive, and counts simply did not. And, of course, our French ones. "The banker and knighthood broker is in working mode.

"I'm thinking of a knighthood that is useless and not very useful. "The smuggler also has his own scruples. Buying a knighthood is actually buying a noble status! When you go out, others will not make it difficult, and you can also reduce the cause and effect.

Now, the loudest is of course the French title, then the English title that is rising, and then Spain, Portugal, and Prussia.

However, the fortunes of these countries are very close and long-lasting! If you buy the titles of such countries, you will associate yourself with the fortunes of these civilizations!

It's not that I'm afraid of being recognized as a fake identity!, but I'm afraid that from now on, my luck will be connected and I will be detected by the Heavenly Dao of the Earth!

Therefore, I want to find a dynasty noble identity whose luck has dissipated.

Well, the broker would have been mistaken: "Oh, you want to find someone who is not welcomed? I think, well, there is one! from the Richard Cromwell family."

The only king in our European history to be killed, Charles I of England, was killed by him!" The knighthood broker introduced this paragraph, and his eyes lit up!

When it comes to killing the king, I get excited. Could this thing have been involved in the killing of Louis XVI twenty years later?

Later, Cromwell died, and his son Richard Cromwell could not be suppressed, and was restored by Charles II, the son of Charles I!

Now, the Cromwell family is unlucky! No, it's time to sell the title! The problem is, you have to be careful in England with this status, you really don't like it! Let's change it!" the broker kindly persuaded him.

It's not that I'm afraid of not being welcomed, but Britain is on the rise! Luck is really vast and long! Now getting a British aristocratic title is equivalent to a mouse shopping during the day!

"Is there a kingdom, or a noble title in the Grand Duchy that has died?"

"Let me think about it, in our Western Europe, the kingdom was destroyed, and it was the Roman Empire, the barbarian kingdom, the Gallic Duchy, and the shorter Hun Empire! It seems that there are no titles left? Sit down, I'll go to the study to find it!" "Brokers are generally reluctant to hand over information directly to customers! Haven't you heard of it? Information is wealth!

Miller, the broker, is a hardworking man. It's all dark, and I'm still looking for it in the study!

"Monsieur Le Pen, there is such a title, I tell you, the title of viscount of the Holy Roman Empire!" said Mr. Broker, holding the lamp.

"Holy Roman Empire, that name sounds lofty!" added to the smuggler's heart: B.C.!

"The Roman Empire has a long history! It can be traced back to the time of the coming of the Lord Jesus! Later, the Roman Empire split and divided, and there was the Orthodox Roman Empire, that is, Tsarist Russia, and the Eastern Roman Empire and the Western Roman Empire.

The Western Roman Empire is the Holy Roman Empire! Its former territory included Austria, Prussia, France, and the Mediterranean coast!

Since the 15th century, the Holy Roman Empire has gone downhill! Today, everyone has become independent, and no one has urinated on him! Even East Prussia and Austria are still nominally under the name of the Holy Roman Empire. So, don't expect such a title to be favored by the upper circles in France!

As a broker, the best quality is not to be well-informed, not to be able to speak, not to be able to speak well, not to be speculative, but to be honest! As the best knighthood broker in southern France, Miller always insists on honesty! No, he explains all the defects and depends on the buyer's decision.

"Oh, oh, he doesn't have any enemies, does he?"

What was once a huge empire now has only one name left. Moreover, this name does not care about France!

Of course, if there is an enemy, it is a different matter!

"He has lived in Marseille for nearly seventy years, and he has not heard of any enemies. Just a lonely old man, if there is an enemy, wouldn't he be destroyed sooner?"

In the end, it was agreed that Le Pon would become the thirty-sixth grandson of Count Oliver of the Holy Roman Empire and the distant nephew and heir to the title of Lord Viscount Bianum Oliver for the price of 480 standard gold coins!

The worn-out badges of the Oliver family, the centuries-old knighthood certificates, and a flag of unknown use, were all handed over to the buyer by Bianam, uh!

The most incredible thing is that the old man Bianmu actually took out a rusty spear head, insisting that it was the weapon of the ancestor Oliver's southern and northern wars, and it was made of meteoric iron in the sky! It was extremely hard! It cost a hundred gold coins!

I was too embarrassed to refuse a poor old man who was overly enthusiastic! At fifty gold taels, Monsieur Le Pon took the head of the spear. Look like a fool named Don Quicord!

Of course, in order to receive the official Viscount of Le Pon Oliver, you have to go to Vienna in person to receive the canonization of King of Austria and Holy Roman Empire.

It's too late for the smuggler to hide! How can he stupidly go to be sealed?

Carrying the head of the gun, he returned to the manor in the dark. Except for Chen Yaogan, who was still waiting in the foyer, everyone else went back to the school space. It's dark, isn't it?

After closing the gate, unloading the wagon, and settling the horses, the three of them went up the stairs. Unlike other people, with a kick of his feet, he directly turned into a little gray finch and flew into the attic from the window. The stowaway man always insisted on taking the stairs. It seems that this is the way to remember that you are a human being, or that you were a human being!

The camp stone, still lying quietly on the windowsill of the attic. It's just that the compound eye radar that was originally put together has been put away by the Bright Brothers.

Ever since they discovered that a wild cat had climbed up the attic and almost broken the compound eye radar, the Light Brothers had developed a good habit of coming home after dark with compound eyes.

Unlike others, the stowaway man is not used to turning into a bird and entering the camp rock. No, it's a two-inch man who has entered the school space again.

"Ha! It's very lively!" As soon as he entered the space, he was immediately startled by the noise of the chaotic bang. It's not that they are quarrelling, but they are divided into four or five gangs, and the gangs are discussing within themselves!

"Boss, you analyze and analyze, why is the shift the most reasonable?" must be the first of the Bright Brothers!

"What's reasonable?"