Albert Warner is old.

As the third son of the previous head of the Warner family, the uncle of this head of the family, the old nobleman is now in a high position in the Imperial Foreign Office, but he understands that no matter how noble his status is, he can't withstand the wear and tear of time without outstanding cultivation talent - he is sixty-two years old, no matter how well he is well maintained, how many strengthening potions are used, his physical functions will gradually decline, just like before, just walking down the stairs of the airship makes him a little overwhelmed.

This is a frustrating reality.

But now...... Mr. Ambassador felt that he was full of strength!

The priests and paladin apprentices standing in front of the Lord's Mansion used various non-repetitive buff states uniformly under the command of their own teachers, so that Albert, who was caught off guard, was instantly enveloped by a huge ball of divine energy, and the light cluster dissipated, and what appeared in front of everyone's eyes was the shocked Imperial Ambassador.

"This power!"

Subconsciously waved his right hand, the sound of breaking the air accompanied by the translucent air flow hit the rock floor, and now Albert felt that his muscles contained enough strength to tear the polar bear, he took a step forward, the original vain steps were extremely steady, and the full sense of power almost made him jump, and Mr. Ambassador, whose mind and body were strengthened to the extreme, had an illusion at this time - even if a broken dragon roared in front of him, he was not afraid!

"How are you feeling right now?" An old priest asked.

"Very good!" Albert clenched his fists, and he nodded confidently: "I feel like I can kill an earth-walking dragon!" ”

"Alas...... There you go. Hearing this, the old priest sighed and shook his head slightly.

"Your Excellency is waiting for you in the hall, please stay at the door with the rest of your entourage."

Seeing this, the guide said respectfully, he opened the gate of the outer city wall of the lord's mansion, and the priests who had finished casting the spell on the side quietly disappeared like the wind, and they could vaguely hear, 'This time the performance is good, eighty points.' Such a voice came from the corner of the street, and Mr. Albert, who did not know that he had become the equipment for the examination of the clergy of St. Lauren's Cathedral, stepped into the gardens of the Lord's Palace in good spirits.

In a hotel not far away, on the third floor of the hotel that was contracted to be the residence of the visiting ambassador, three distinguished people of different shapes stood at the window and watched the scene in front of them.

"Do you think he will be able to make it to the Lord's Mansion without any problems?" A pale-faced elf holding a wine glass took a sip of the calming potion, and the Far South elf ambassador muttered, "So old......"

"Hmph." The dwarf, who was still holding on to the wall to maintain his standing position, snorted coldly and did not reply.

"Your Excellency has become much more restrained now...... In short, may the seven gods bless him. The messenger of the Church of the Seven, who also had an ugly face, said a simple blessing, then closed his eyes and recited the prayer silently.

And for Albert, who entered the lord's mansion, the light disappeared in an instant.

As if walking in the depths of the sea, the world has become narrow, darkness breeds at the end of the perspective, and from the euphoric state of mind, Albert suddenly realizes that he has reached the middle of the garden in front of the lord's palace, and his every move now is as difficult as running in the tide.

Legendary Realm.

The well-informed old nobleman understood in an instant what had happened to him.

Perhaps it is the spontaneous influence of too powerful forces on the world around them, or the existence itself means some kind of transcendence, as the legendary powerhouses at the top of the Mycrof world, they all have a kind of realm that can change the world within a certain range, and this realm is as natural as breath for them - just like the Holy Light will purify everything wherever Pope Eagle goes, the natural mentor can multiply plants and trees wherever he is, and the mortals who dominate the mind will never notice his existence, And the realm of this newborn legend in the Northland is probably a suppressive force similar to Long Wei or the Fear Aura.

No, it's more powerful than this, this kind of power is far more shocking than Long Wei.

In the front garden of the Lord's Palace, there was an artificial lake, surrounded by several delicate rockeries, and a stone bridge spanning the lake, where Albert stood, wet moss crushing and deforming on the soles of his shoes. A gust of wind came from nowhere, making the ambassador shiver subconsciously, and he took a deep breath, feeling the air around him extremely cold, as if winter had come.

Looking up, Albert could see that the castle-like lord's mansion was in front of him, and the powerful coercion that blurred his vision made the castle in the ambassador's eyes distort into a blurred black object, but because of the strengthened iron will, he still raised his steps firmly and walked forward.

And as he walked, the whole world began to shrink, in Albert's eyes, the surrounding rockeries and trees became taller and more majestic, like two high walls that were closing, and in the dim vision, only the gate of the lord's mansion where the maid was standing flickered brightly, and under the various illusions caused by instinctive fear, the ambassador came to the door, and at this moment, he woke up like a dream and found that he had broken out in a cold sweat, and the flesh that was full of power because of the buff state also began to tremble slightly.

Don't move forward! It was his flesh that was warning him, and if it weren't for those previous blessings, Albert believed he would never have been able to stand up straight.

At this time, the maid at the gate of the lord's mansion opened the door with a smile: "Please follow me, the lord is waiting for you." ”

"Please lead the way."

After tidying up his appearance, Albert surged his spirits and followed behind the maid with impeccable steps.

The interior of the Lord's Mansion was very empty, there were few attendants coming and going, the obsidian floor was like a bottomless abyss, the white pyroxene light illuminated the corridors, and the lady's steps were brisk, but the ambassador felt that it was extremely difficult for him to move even a single step - exhausted, Albert finally understood why the locals had no feeling for Longwei at all, if they were bathed in this level of coercion every day, then even the real Longwei was really nothing.

Thanks to the previous buff state, otherwise the illusion and the loss of physical strength would have weakened, and the old nobleman might not be able to hold on.

And just when Mr. Ambassador was so tired that he could not maintain his standing posture, he finally arrived at the door of the reception hall.

"Your Excellency is behind the door."

The maid bowed slightly, then stepped away, and the sound of crisp steps faded away, and Albert regained some strength and composure, and he took a step forward and pushed the door open.

The door opened.

A man was standing in the middle of the hall, his back to the door, looking at the world map on the wall of the hall, and a silver-haired girl and a dark-haired boy stood quietly behind him, holding several gilt letters in their hands.

The man was wearing a black coat, and his strong physique brought a powerful sense of existence, which made everything in the entire hall lose color, and the moment he saw this man, the old nobleman had an illusion that the whole world was completely turned into chaos, and only the person in front of him was a real existence.

The man knew that the door was open, so he waved his hand casually, counting it as a greeting, but he did not look back, and Albert did not have any displeasure at being despised for it.

It was Joshua van Radcliffe, the youngest legend. He doesn't have to sit upright, he doesn't have to do anything, he just stands there and he can distort the world.

- This is the top of the mortal world.

"Lord Count."

With fear and respect in his heart, Albert Warner bowed respectfully to the man's back: "Greetings to His Majesty the Emperor." ”

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Starfall 834, October 15th, night.

Joshua, who had received the envoys for a day, sat on the main seat in the center of the hall and flipped through the letters in his hand.

The content is quite boring, most of them are simply a list of gifts to congratulate advanced legends, even the most powerful forces on the Microf continent don't want to have a bad relationship with a legend for no reason, and at the moment when it is still peaceful, making friends is the first choice.

On the side of the warrior, Hotaru and Rin sat on the armrest, one on the left and one on the right, leaning against Joshua's arm and looking at the contents together.

"Miss 3's decoration didn't work out this time."

While watching, Hotaru was still complaining, "Whether it's a large chair carved from the skull of the Demon Blood Giant Dragon, or a carpet made of steel feather eagle feathers...... So many suggestions have been rejected by you, master, and Miss No. 3 is still angry. ”

"yes, Hei is angry too." Glancing at the contents of the letter in the soldier's hand, Rin nodded in agreement with his sister, he turned his head to look at the corner, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Originally, she was planned to appear as well, but she was driven to play alone in the yard by your master." ”

In the corner of the hall, the black dragon girl was sitting on the ground with her knees crossed, sulking, and after returning from the special training of the Far Sea Sacred Mountain, Hei was about to show off her skills in front of the warriors after overcoming her fear of heights, but she was forced to turn into a human form and locked up in the backyard and couldn't come out.

"I'm meeting the envoy, not to dismount the enemy, what's the use of the two of them."

Sighing slightly, Joshua put aside the letter he had read in his hand, and said helplessly to the weapons on his side: "I really want to sit on the bone chair carved from the dragon skull of the Demon Blood Giant Dragon, step on the carpet made of golden demonic beast fur, and have a black dragon crawling on my side—how many of these envoys do you think can stand firm?" ”

The Shenji siblings shook their heads in unison, the warriors deliberately turned their backs to those messengers this time, and many of them were pale, and they needed to brush the buff state several times to stand firm when they walked out of the lord's mansion, if they really sat on the bone throne like the Great Demon King as designed by Miss 3 to meet others, then there is no doubt that Joshua would get the title of 'Envoy Slaughterer'.

"Obviously, those young people in the Grandia world are not afraid of their masters, why are these ambassadors so unbearable......" Rin suddenly muttered to herself, deep in thought.

Of course, it's all friendly factions, and the ambassadors are neutral units.

Joshua, of course, would not answer such a question, he just continued to look at the letter in his hand.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, and Ying, who had been paying attention to the soldier's expression, immediately stopped chatting and looked at the thin piece of letter paper seriously.

"Any news in particular?" Lost in thought, Rin noticed the abnormality of the two and posted it curiously.

"Nothing."

Squeezed by the two heads that came over, Joshua's hand trembled slightly, and the red flames instantly engulfed the letter paper and turned it into ashes, and he showed a smile in the disappointed sigh of the Shenji siblings: "A good news about an acquaintance." ”

"Next spring, the Imperial Capital will hold a big celebration, and Master Nostradamus will be the host."

Mars twinkled in the dim halls, and the warrior's voice echoed: "And the third legend of the empire, will appear at that time." ”