The old Count of Lothar was not yet seventy or eighty years old, but he was indeed older, and he looked even older because of his many years of war.

As a direct descendant of Soladin the Great, the first emperor of humanity in this world, and in a sense a muscle fantasy version of the First Emperor, the Lothar family has always held a high status. At all times, the Lothar family is a strong supporter of the Ureon family, who rule the Stormwind Kingdom.

As a child, the nobleman often played with the current king, Baracen Ureon III. From the death of the first king to the coming of age, his father participated in no less than twenty battles, and from the time the current king ascended the throne to the present, he may have participated in more than a dozen times! In times of crisis in the kingdom, the members of the Lothar family always showed extraordinary courage and extraordinary luck, which enabled him to climb to the top of the kingdom's nobility in three steps and two steps. There were even rumors in the court that His Majesty Baracen trusted Lothar more than Her Majesty the Queen.

Whether this rumor is true or not, the Count of Lothar, praised by His Majesty as "loyal and fearless", is indeed the sole marshal of the kingdom and the leader of the Praetorian Guard, whom the king relied so much. It can be said that the safety of the Urion family and the Stormwind Kingdom is pinned on him.

His son, Anduin Lothar, has grown up with Prince Ryan and is taught by the Chief Archmage Neras Elam, the other being Neras's son Medivan, and the entire kingdom knows that his daughter will marry Prince Ryan and become the future queen of the kingdom, and his official residence is even located in Stormwind Fortress, the castle of the House of Ureon and the heart of Stormwind Kingdom.

As the marshal of the kingdom, the old earl's official residence was always like a barracks. Heavily armed royal guards were stationed inside and outside the courtyard, and a large number of officers came and went in and out of the courtyard and in the house, and various characters were constantly coming and going. There were nobles who came to ask for favors, there were country knights who longed to join the royal guard, and more were followers sent by their masters to deliver letters to Monsieur Earl.

Before eight o'clock in the morning, the earl's waiting room would be filled with people, and it would be filled with a cacophony of whispers. And from time to time the count's chamberlain came here from the next door, the old earl's office, and summoned the chosen one, that is, those who were allowed to come in and be summoned.

When Marcus arrived in the waiting room, he saw exactly such a scene.

Whether it is a guard or a porter, they all have a pair of bright eyes. After seeing the letter sealed with the magic seal and the magical Elan family coat of arms flowing on it, the traveler was given the privilege of being taken directly to the waiting room by his colleague who had been handed over the letter by the attendant, without the usual red tape.

However, not everyone in this room welcomed Marcus's arrival.

Sitting in the room were all sorts of gentlemen—those attendants, attendants, and the like were not qualified to be received by the earl, and certainly not to be seated in this waiting room.

In the midst of a crowd of richly dressed gentlemen, the outfit of the traverser looked out of place in the waiting room. He could not possibly wear a Count of Lothar all over his body—Marcus was not yet an officer—so he wore only a woollen tunic which was old and a little yellowish, and his sky-blue trousers had changed color from the starch washes he had done so much.

When he set out from Mooncreek Town, his clothes were shabby but still clean, but after a long journey from Mooncreek Town to Sentinel Leader to Westspring Fortress to Shining Gold Town to Stormwind City, his clothes were not so clean and tidy.

Thus, from all points of view, Marcus is alive and well as a nobleman's attendant, or the kind of aristocratic attendant who is not willing to give his attendant a uniform—obviously, this is not a big nobleman.

So, as soon as Marcus sat down, nay, walked into the waiting room, he got a lot of disgusted looks. And within three seconds of his ass touching the bench, an indescribably sarcastic, arrogant voice rang out in the room.

"Whose servant are you? Didn't anyone tell you this was the Count of Lothar's waiting room? This is not the place you should be!

Marcus locked his gaze on the speaker, mentally estimating the experience he could gain by cutting down the young nobleman dressed in purple silk. Of course, if you don't enter the battle, you can't see the level, and if you don't know the level, you don't know how much experience you can get, and he doesn't even know if this guy is worth a hundred experience. However, no matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat, so how can players give up experience?

So, as if he had not yet understood for a moment that this strange accusation was directed at him, when he finally understood, he frowned slightly, paused for a long time, and then said in a puzzled tone: "Did you say me?"

"Of course!" cried out the young nobleman, "inferior, get out of the waiting room of the Count of Lothar, immediately, immediately!"

The corners of Marcus's mouth arced upwards for a moment, and then vanished. He spoke slowly, "True gentlemen don't make a lot of noise in the earl's waiting room, and I doubt you......"

"You...... You...... What are you talking about? You undeserving pariahs dare to question a nobleman?"

"You say I'm a pariah?" Marcus was waiting for, and he immediately stood up with a visible rage, pretending to be in his pocket but actually pulling out a magic badge from his inventory, "How dare you say I'm a pariah? Only with your blood can this shame be washed away!"

"Oh,!"

Not only the nobles who spoke, but also a few nobles present also seemed to have joined the UC Interstellar Shock Department.

"How can there be a member of the Elam family? you know the impersonation—" The man's words came in a snap like a goose with its neck choked. Because Marcus injected a little magic into the badge and caused it to change.

This genuine magical effect is the best proof of this. But it also weakened the courage of the nobleman on the other side. Because the family coat of arms of a top magical family like Elan is not a pure, magical creature that automatically emits light and glows with a projection symbol, like the nouveau riche who have not established themselves for a long time, this trinket needs to be injected with its own magic to trigger the light and shadow effect.

A family like Elan's has long passed that stage, and for hundreds of years, whether or not there is a magical talent is what the family values. Those talented members have a talent in magic that determines the strength of their training, and those who don't have talent, even a sister-in-law like Thomas, can't accept ordinary words and can only go out on their own - of course, it is purely Marcus's cheap father who refuses to go back to live a stable life after he is down.

This distinction is even reflected in the family imprint. Only those who can use magic can trigger the badge's effects, and those who can't do it with bloodline alone can only pull out an ordinary badge. It's simple, but it works.

This means that Marcus is the worst and worst person who has magic and can use it.