Victor's obsidian-deep eyes fell on Michaela.

He could feel a calm, gentle breath blowing through his body.

Feeling this wonderful aura, Victor still looked indifferent.

The voice as cold as ice sounded faintly:

"Have we seen each other before?"

Michaela responded with a serene smile:

"Of course not, Mr. Victor."

"But your name, I don't think many people will know."

She turned her head slightly, like a gentle breeze blowing through the already tense atmosphere.

The vague gaze swept over the nobles present,

Suddenly, a softness swept through everyone's hearts, like spring rain transiting, rippling in the entire hall.

At the same time, Michaela's voice gradually echoed in everyone's ears.

"In that case, you don't have any other opinions, do you?"

The nobles looked at each other, and almost no one dared to say a word.

Opinion?

That's Victor,

Where do they dare to have an opinion?

But objectively speaking, Michaela's proposal actually has many flaws.

And the biggest problem is about Victor's origins.

He was not a man of the kingdom.

Either way, he could not reasonably get the rich territory of Sulben.

Because of this, even the nobles present saw Victor come to the palace.

When Archduke Barlow proposed to choose the next lord of Shulben, none of them thought about Victor.

But Michaela's proposal cleverly bypasses the problem.

Although Victor, who is an Imperial, cannot become the lord of the kingdom.

But he could have taken the place of the dead Earl Laurian to raise Prisis.

In this way, Victor was able to obtain this domain in the kingdom as Prisis's adoptive father.

The true heir to this territory is still Priss.

It's just that this matter is indeed too absurd for all the nobles here.

Just the day before, Victor had just killed Priss's father.

As a result, in the blink of an eye, he was about to become Prisis's adoptive father.

Is this a little too hellish?

But Michaela only turned around, and with a feeling of pleasure, chuckled at Victor:

"You see, they don't have an opinion."

Victor just watched her quietly, his gaze shining through the veil, as if he could see directly into her mysterious eyes hidden behind.

After that, the indifferent voice slowly echoed:

"When will a church be able to meddle in the transfer of territory?"

Victor's words made the nobles present react one after another.

That's right?

No matter how much Michaela makes sense, she's just an outsider after all.

As a bishop of the Church of Plenty, how can he meddle in the affairs of the Kingdom?

Michaela listened to Victor's words and smiled sensibly and gracefully:

"Mr. Victor, I'm just giving my opinion."

"And, you know, the Church of Fertility depends on the inhabitants of Sulburn for its existence."

"So this is not just my opinion, but the common wish of the vast majority of residents in the Shuerben area."

Michaela's question is a bit trickier.

If the inhabitants of Surburn are determined not to want another lord to replace Laurien.

Even if Archduke Barlow speaks in person, nothing good will come of it.

Residents can do it en masse.

Don't ask for a rich life, just make sure that you don't starve to death.

Surburne is different from the rest of the kingdom's realms, and the perennial harvest allows this vast land to create great value.

And the main force of value creation is naturally the residents of Shulben, who believe in the goddess of abundance.

So, the opinions of the residents, they must take into account.

But the problem is still that question,

The nobles could never accept Prisis as a lord.

But the inhabitants of Sulburn wanted Laurien's son to inherit it.

Then, if you want Prisis to manage the land, you must let Victor take over the raising of Prisis.

In this way, it seems that the position of lord of Shulben is determined to be attributed to Victor.

As for the opinion of Victor and the Grand Duke?

That's a whole territory, and it doesn't have to be taken care of by Victor himself.

It's like pie in the sky, don't be in vain.

And the Grand Duke?

The only relative of the Grand Duke now is Ourelian, the princess of the Empire.

It's an exaggeration.

The Grand Duke did not give the huge Kingdom of Kante directly to Aurelian, which was already a sign of respect for the previous Samuel royal family.

And this territory belongs to Victor, who is the beneficiary?

Finally, it was Aurelian.

Thinking of this, the nobles' discussions stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the words spoken by the Grand Duke also seemed to confirm their thoughts even more.

The cloudy eyes crossed everyone's faces, and he said lightly in a hoarse voice:

"Since you have no other opinion on Bishop Michaela's proposal."

"Then, I will give Victor, the honorary three-star count of the kingdom."

Then the Grand Duke threw his cane down to the ground.

An ethereal and heavy nebula aura emerged from the floor of the palace and slowly spiraled towards the dome.

The high sky of the palace was suddenly shrouded in a layer of crystal nebula, as if the crystal night sky covered the sky, mysterious, hazy and beautiful.

The stars flashed above everyone's heads, like elves and strange goblins winking at everyone.

Soon, the nebula seemed to be summoned, and the three bright stars shimmered and slowly fell from the sky.

They dragged their long golden tails and zigzagged through the air before landing on Victor's body.

The three stars gradually dissipated their twinkling light, turning into a golden star with a steely texture and falling on Victor's chest.

【Starry Blessing】

This represents the status symbol of the nobility of the kingdom.

After receiving three stars, Victor's face was still flat, as if he had expected this.

The nobles finally understood.

It's no wonder that it's obviously a matter of territorial change, but Victor will come here.

Bishop Michaela of the Church of Plenty, who is emotional, is here to find a way to convince the people.

In this way, Victor naturally got the territory of Xiulben.

Lords who can sit here, no one is stupid.

They seem to understand it perfectly.

This is a special play for the three of them to see.

Otherwise, why did Grand Guild Barlow show such calmness when outsiders broke into the palace.

Not even the guards outside the door did not stop it?

All this seems to be reasonable.

Victor needed a reason to take over the kingdom as a man of the Empire.

And that reason is Prisis.

As for Prisis's opinion?

A son of a sinner, or a bloodline.

Is her opinion important?

After thinking about all this, the anger in the hearts of the nobles present dissipated a lot.

I even take it for granted.

Because the territory of Shulben is, strictly speaking, simply what Victor deserves.

Had it not been for Victor, they would have all died in Tshulben on that purgatory night.

Thinking about it this way, it didn't matter to everyone whether Prisis needed to be banished or not, and whether she would become the lord of Sulburn or not.

After Victor obtained the status of honorary earl of the kingdom, they greeted Victor with a smile on their faces one by one.

Greetings and blessings continued:

"Congratulations, Councillor Cravinner."

"Congratulations, Lord Victor."

"When I first saw Mr. Victor, I felt kind, so that's what happened."

"In the future, Mr. Victor has a new identity, Count of the Kingdom, hahahaha."

The whole palace was filled with cheerful laughter, as if to erase all the previous grievances,

The heavy atmosphere was stirred up by the waves of laughter, and the air was filled with a relaxed and joyful atmosphere.

The sound of laughter came out of the palace, in the breeze and sunshine, into the clear sky.

.......

Grunt grunt –

The wheels ran over the masonry road, and the crisp collision was accompanied by the sound of galloping carriages,

The rhythmic trembling of the carriage mingled with it, and it moved rapidly forward.

Victor in the car looked at the scenery outside the window and was in a trance.

But in reality, Victor is sorting out his backpack as exclusive to the player.

Focus on the unreal graphics adjacent to the backpack.

Outside the window, a golden flowing light swept through the picture in front of Victor's eyes, through the window, and into the car.

The ethereal golden aura was like a stream of water, slowly spilling on the seat opposite Victor, gradually converging.

The light glimmer faded, and the figure of a black-clothed nun appeared in front of him,

Michaela's face was still calm, and her body was as calm and gentle as spring water.

Victor came back to his senses and looked at her:

"He is worthy of being the bishop of the Church of Plenty, and his means are good."

Michaela looked up, and a gentle breeze blew through the carriage, and she smiled softly:

"If that's not the case, how can you trade with Mr. Victor?"

Victor's face was expressionless,

The deep gaze fell on Michaela's eyes that were lightly hidden by the tulle, and she responded faintly:

"Then let's open the skylight and say something."

"The Goddess of Fertility."