That's right, that's the real point.

Victor, the adoptive father of Prisis!

And Victor's position in the kingdom has long been self-evident.

It stands to reason that basically all the nobles of the kingdom need to thank Victor.

Without Victor, they had two crises that could not have been avoided.

One was a subhuman invasion, at an auction on Casidra Street,

The other time was the stratagem of the kingdom of Auguste and Laurien, when the nobles of the entire kingdom above the earl level were all present.

Of these two major incidents, Victor actually saved them twice.

As a result, after Victor's death, the nobles did not think about how to repay him with special care for saving his life.

Instead, he always pondered how to expel his adopted daughter.

Although his family knows his own affairs.

Because Count Laurion is a blood family, they are full of prejudice against Prisis.

But in the eyes of outsiders, Prisis is Victor's daughter,

They behave like a pack of white-eyed wolves that can't be raised.

In the event of Victor's 'death', they may still be able to fool others on the grounds that Prisis is Laurien's daughter.

But now that Victor has returned, how can they deal with themselves?

Thus the Count of Willis's speech began to tremble, and even a complete sentence was uttered with great difficulty:

"Dimension...... Count Victor, of course not...... No problem......"

When he said this, his face was already red, as if he had used all his strength.

But after all, the complaining in my heart has never stopped.

Now, they have ended up where they are now, and they all blame Marquis Sancher,

If he hadn't organized this attack on the nobility, they wouldn't have stepped into this trap.

In the end, they don't think that it was because of their greed that this incident happened.

Just as everyone was immersed in their own thoughts, the Marquis of Sanchel suddenly spoke:

"That, Count Victor."

As soon as this voice came out, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Even Leah put away her previous smile and frowned at Sanchel on the side.

What's the situation?

Now that the situation has stabilized, they will have won as soon as Victor appears.

Sanchel just has to wait to win.

But why is he still talking at this moment?

What kind of moth is this?

Immediately, Sanchel said in a deep voice:

"Before we discuss the matter of you and your daughter, here's what I want to say."

At this time, Victor's gaze also turned to Sanchel with the voice, and he continued calmly:

"There's one person I think you should meet."

Someone? Who?

What's going on here?

With the sudden opening of the Marquis of Sancheel, a thick doubt enveloped everyone present.

They looked at each other, their eyes glinting with incomprehension.

What's the situation, is there a reversal of things?

Then, as if to match this sudden change, the temperature in the entire church plummeted.

The chill was like an uninvited guest, carrying a biting wind over everyone.

Under the invasion of this cold wind, the nobles of the kingdom involuntarily tightened their necks.

The hairs all over his body instantly stood on end under the ravages of this yin wind.

The wind blew, and even the candles hanging on the edge of the huge pillars inside the church flickered, as if they would be extinguished in the next second.

At this moment, the interior of the church was immersed in a deathly silence, as if even the sound in the air was swallowed up by this gloomy atmosphere.

Suddenly, a series of crisp cane sounds sounded, followed by a steady and powerful footsteps.

As time went on, the sound grew clearer and louder.

Although it still sounds a little far away, to the ears of the nobles of the kingdom, every step seems to the heart.

In the next moment, the mysterious and empty footsteps came to an abrupt end.

A cold wind swept through the church, offering a frenzied dance to the sacred land.

At the same time, a faint green damp smoke quietly spilled from behind the nobles.

As the cold wind blew, the smoke quickly became thicker.

It is as if a ghostly flower blooms in the air, outlining a distant and mysterious passage.

Count Willis felt the chill behind him and looked back in shock.

At this moment, all the nobles present knew who was coming.

As the dark green smoke gradually receded, out of the deep passage, a familiar old man with a rickety figure stepped out.

He's more slumped than he was ten years ago, so much so that he can't even look like he can lift his waist now.

The wrinkles on the face are dense, and the spots on the skin are particularly conspicuous.

His eyebrows were covered with the frost and snow of the years, and his eyes became more cloudy.

But at the moment when the old man appeared, none of the nobles in the field dared to breathe loudly.

I could only stare at the place with wide eyes, revealing a face full of disbelief.

And the moment Count Willis saw the old man, his body couldn't help but tremble, and he was full of panic.

Finally, he hurriedly knelt down on one knee and saluted the old man with great respect:

"Grand Duke Barlow!"

Festan Barlow, the only Duke of Kanter,

The status is so high that even today's kings cannot compare with it.

He is the last guardian of the kingdom, and even if the old man wants to, he is more than qualified to be the first to replace the king.

Throughout the kingdom, no one would dispute this.

But precisely because he is the guardian of the kingdom, he will never become a king.

As a result, there will never be a second duke in the kingdom.

For no nobleman considered himself worthy of being compared to Festein Barlow, and even more so than to surpass him.

As for why everyone present called him Archduke Barlow, and not Duke Festan.

This was not only because the nobles present treated him with great respect, even bearing his surname.

The more important reason is that Festan Barlow has only one child, and that is his daughter.

Thirty years ago, Festein Barlow's daughter died.

Therefore, in this world, apart from him, there is no successor of the 'Barlow' family.

'Barlow' has become the only symbol of the Grand Duke of Barlow.

But this did not prevent the nobles present from respecting him.

When he appeared, accompanied by the action of Count Willis getting down on one knee, almost all the nobles did not hesitate to follow suit.

Wow!

A solemn knock echoed through the church.

They struck their chests with their right fists and bowed their heads in salute.

Even the Marquis of Sanchell also knelt on one knee as a sign of the highest respect.

And the gaze of the Grand Duke of Barlow had already swept over the nobles who were kneeling on the ground.

Although the cloudy eyes were slightly hazy, they exuded a strong majesty.

Under his gaze, the bodies of every nobleman present couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Finally, he looked at Victor with a pair of cloudy and calm eyes:

"Count Victor."

"I need to apologize to you for their actions."

His words made the kneeling nobles sweat coldly.

Even if the real Victor appeared, they wouldn't be so scared.

Because Victor is also an imperial no matter what he says, and he can't control them as the nobles of the kingdom.

It's a big deal that these nobles apologize and make amends, and the matter is over.

At most, the amount of compensation will make them feel pain for a while.

But......

Expelling the local lords, they did this act secretly.

As the guardian of the kingdom, Grand Duke Barlow has always had a clear distinction between rewards and punishments, and if he does something wrong, he will be punished.

If they had merely used public opinion to drive Prisis away, then Archduke Barlow would not have blamed him much.

After all, the Cleavenas had abandoned Sulburn and returned it to Prishys.

The rest of the residents now don't want Prisis to lead them, and that's the consensus among the residents.

Although, it was they who carried out some manipulation and guidance in the public opinion of these people.

But Prisis can't put out these public opinions, which in itself is her inability.

So this thing, for them, is not very ethical, but legal.

Archduke Barlow will not be pursued too deeply for this.

But the problem now is that they haven't gotten Prisis away yet, and Victor is suddenly back.

This means that Grand Duke Barlow will definitely use Victor to completely understand the cause and effect of the whole incident.

Sure enough, Archduke Barlow's next words point to this point:

"However, lately, there have been frequent rumors of Prisis's bloodline identity."

"This news has seriously disrupted the daily lives of the residents of Xiulburn."

Hearing the words of Grand Duke Barlow, Victor still responded with an unchanged face:

"Archduke Barlow, don't you know the source of these rumors?"

The implication is that these things are just rumors, and you should know the truth better than I do.

Grand Duke Barlow bowed slightly, but his eyes were still fixed on Victor.

Such a statement is obviously not enough to convince him.

"Who spread the rumors, I will investigate this thoroughly."

"But if the inhabitants of Sauerburn are still bent on rejecting Prisis, Count Victor, you should know that."

"I'm going to have to take action."

Hearing these words, the eyes of the nobles kneeling on the ground lit up.

But considering the majesty of the Grand Duke of Barlow, they could only resist the urge to look up.

There's still a chance!

In fact, they had already spread a lot of rumors a few days ago.

Counting the time, these rumors have now basically spread throughout Shulben.

According to the current trend of public opinion, most people believe that Prisis is not suitable to continue as lord of Shulben.

After all, people generally don't allow a Bloodline to be a lord of Shulben.

According to this trend, it is impossible for this kind of rumor to be easily debunked within a certain period of time.

Although Grand Duke Barlow would later choose a new lord for Thurborne, it meant that Shulbon's profits would still not be as good as their nobles.

But at least, it was better than being caught and punished by Archduke Barlow.

Meanwhile, Prisis, who was at the center of the storm, began to feel anxious.

She knew that Sulburn had recently been almost completely rolled out with propaganda that was extremely unfavorable to her.

She was pleasantly surprised to see Victor back.

So Prisis didn't want Victor to get into trouble because of her, or even clash with Archduke Barlow.

So, she gritted her teeth.

Just as she made up her mind to rush out, she felt someone grasp her arm.

She looked back and saw that Leah was holding her arm with one hand, her eyes looking completely unconcerned.

Finally, she saw that Leah was shaking her head at her, and then said lightly:

"Trust your ...... Uh, father. ”

Leah also said this sentence reluctantly.

After all, Prisis now looks to be about the same age as Victor.

But Prysis was clearly unacceptable.

She tugged at her arm anxiously, but was careful for fear of hurting Leah by mistake.

He could only turn his head to look at Victor anxiously, and hurriedly said to Leah:

"Mr. Mage has already helped me too much, I can't let him continue to embarrass me......"

"Huh? What did you just call him? ”

Before she could finish speaking, Leah's voice rang out, interrupting her first.

Prisis looked dazed and looked back at Leah.

"Uh...... Mr. Mage, after all, we are not related by blood, am I not right...... Is it? ”

After the words fell intermittently, she suddenly saw that Liya's eyes gradually became a little dangerous.

It seemed that even the fox in her arms was staring at her with a malicious gaze.

"Well, let's make a bet."

Suddenly, Leah let go of her arm and switched back to her old smile.

"If Victor wins, henceforth, you will call him 'Father.'"

"And you want to call me 'aunt' in a song."

Prisis blinked, looking at Leah in bewilderment.

She didn't quite understand, what kind of bet was this?

But Leah managed to make her forget about the current crisis that might befall Victor, because she couldn't help but be curious about the next bet.

"Then, if Mr. Mage doesn't win......"

"I'm sorry."

Leah smiled, but the kind smile that used to be a little ...... now

Cold shoulder.

"There are no ifs."