"Open the door! we have succeeded in bringing the young master back!" said Knight Coolen, though he was old, but his voice was very loud, and his characteristic neutral voice was heard far away in Lorraineburg.

When he arrived, he vaguely saw a few soldiers busy, pushing the wooden gate open. Martin could still faintly hear the rude shouting in the distance, which must have been the knight's reprimanding of his unscrupulous men.

Martin and his party were still slowly advancing towards Lorrainburg, and the people in the castle began to rush out of all corners of the castle like a stream, and gathered on both sides of the main entrance road.

The castle, which had been in existence for almost three years, welcomed their new owners.

What kind of faces are they!

Martin had imagined many times how he would react when he saw his own people.

When it came to the end, he was a little at a loss again.

Originally, he expected to see a group of sad and painful people. Heartbroken and indignant because of the destruction of their homes.

But all he could see were numbness and a little awe in his eyes.

Before the crossing, he lived in a big city, and he boasted that he had seen many people, but he had never seen such a shocking gaze.

Young people are always easy to get excited, and Martin has complained more than once about the high prices of the Celestial Empire, the high cost of living, and the fact that he can't survive. The monthly living expenses are just that, the canteen costs 10 yuan for anything you eat, and the eight-person dormitory is so expensive for the accommodation.

However, when Martin himself changed to this place where no money was needed for accommodation and food, looking at the faces that were unusually thin because of malnutrition, and looking at these people who were hovering on the verge of life and death every day, Martin's heart was like a hammer.

It was suffocating depression.

The knight, who had a part-time officer, chanted: "Hail to the new lord Martin Lorraine!"

All of a sudden, the people on both sides of the avenue fell to their knees.

It was a real prostrate kneeling with both knees on the ground, hands on the ground, and heads bowed. Knights, on the other hand, knelt on one knee, caressed their left breastplate with their right hand, and lowered their heads.

No one dared to look squarely at Martin, the new owner of Lorraineburg, who was dismounted and led by Knight Kouden.

Martin barely managed to keep his balance on horseback, but luckily the world had a saddle, otherwise he would have suffered even more. When you look at the far end from a close distance, you can see that it is in tatters.

Suddenly sighed.

Riding slowly to the center of the square in Lorrainburg, a servant brought a wooden ladder so that Martin could dismount his horse in dignity.

Originally, the ideal process was for Martin to go back and change his clothes first, at least to be more glamorous before coming out.

But not only civilians, but also knights and knight minions, intentionally or unintentionally, leaned over, and it was clear that everyone wanted to hear something from Martin.

Kouden whispered in Martin's ear, "Young master, now you'd better say something." If you are not sure, you can leave it to the old minister to deal with it on your behalf. It's important to remember that this is a sensitive time, and don't take promises lightly. ”

"Hmm. "An answer is an answer, and Martin himself doesn't know why.

Led by Kouden, Martin stepped onto the wooden platform in the center of the plaza that made a creaking sound.

From the moment a thousand pairs of eyes were staring at him, Martin was nervous.

I accidentally caught a glimpse of a knight's shiny shield not far away, and it was clear that the knight who had stayed behind had been specially polished to greet him.

He saw his faint figure, with black hair, but a little curly. Having just experienced falling into the water and being frightened, he must have looked terrible and completely devoid of temperament.

He saw his own physiognomy when his body split and merged. The facial features are quite upright, but unfortunately the pale face makes him seem lacking in exercise, and the slender body makes him a little weak.

Martin also secretly sensed that the people needed comfort, but he really didn't know how he was like this, and how to convince the people that he could lead them out of the predicament.

The eyes of more than a thousand people were focused, giving Martin the illusion that his face seemed to be burned by some hot object, and made him unconsciously lower his head.

Suddenly, a majestic and domineering shout resounded in Martin's soul.

"You little bastard!

"Uhhh......h

"Face the ants that are supposed to lie on the ground. Who allowed you, the inheritor of the will of this king, to bow your head?"

Martin is a spirit.

It's over, and I forgot about this master again if I didn't pay attention.

"Raise your head, since fate has passed on my will to you, then you will give me a good place to be the king of this world. Otherwise, you are not qualified to merge with my will! If you are really as ambitious as those ants, that's fine, the ants will be like ants, just lie on the ground and bow your head and die!"

The golden glittering voice was domineering, and the sound alone gave Martin an incomparably strong sense of impact.

Even Martin couldn't get a glimpse of Gilgamesh's image from his soul. can still vaguely rely on the impression of gold shining in the anime, outlining an exceptionally magnificent golden figure.

It was a majesty that could dim even the stars of the nine heavens and ten earths, like a god.

In the face of Gilgamesh's overwhelming sense of majesty, perhaps normal people would be terrified.

Surprisingly, Martin didn't.

Because in the Celestial Empire in which Martin lived, Gilgamesh was not a real being. The natural gap between the two-dimensional and the three-dimensional makes him lack a kind of humiliating anger or fear of authority.

"Hehe, it seems that I am actually despised by a two-dimensional being. Whew, it's a shame. In his heart, Martin said thoughtlessly: "But, since you have crossed over, it is rare to have such a magical ability." If you don't make a career, it seems that you are really sorry for the audience. Well, being a king or something should be a lot of fun. Anyway, being called around by a group of medieval retards doesn't fit my character......"

At some point, Martin entered a state of almost oblivion, and he couldn't even hear the golden shouts.

It was a very mysterious trance.

It is rare for a person to have this state in his life – that is the feeling of great infinity.

I feel like I can do anything, and there is no limit to what I can do!

Standing on the high platform, Martin slowly raised his head.

The people and the knights were shocked to find that the weak young man, who had been a little sloppy and humiliating a moment ago, suddenly had his eyes full of divine light.

That seemingly ordinary face has become a dazzling and great face at some point.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.

"This man ......"