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Lin Shu looked calmly at the red-haired man in front of him.

"You are……"

The other person smiled gently, making people feel like they were in a spring breeze.

He extended his hand to the Zhelinshu: "My humble name is Reinhard. Nice to meet you. Are you the knight of Lady Emilia?"

At this time, Felix leaned closer to Lin Shu again, covered his mouth with his hand, and whispered, "Lin Shu, he is the heir of the Sword Saint Astraea family, the contemporary Sword Saint, the so-called strongest."

In fact, when Felix said this, he had no intention of concealing it at all.

And these words successfully aroused Lin Shu's interest in the person in front of him.

"Are you the strongest?"

The young man looked at Reinhart with interest and asked.

"No, this is just an empty title given by others." The other party said modestly.

"But I can feel the pressure you're putting on me. Perhaps we could have a sparring match sometime?"

"If it's just a matter of learning from each other - ①⑦⑨⑥0③7⑨②, I'm happy to give you three or seven." ①⑦⑨⑥0③7⑨②

Reinhard smiled brightly and shook hands with Lin Shu.

The other party gave Lin Shu a feeling of being too cheerful.

According to Lin Shu's past experience.

Most of these characters are black after being cut open.

If not, then it is the creator of this script who puts himself into the role.

This is the so-called author incarnation.

Felix muttered, "It's not that I don't trust you, Lin Shu, but Reinhard is truly an exceptional individual.

Most people are born with only one or two types of protection.

But he possesses at least forty or more protections.

Besides the strongest Sword Saint's protection...

There are also dodge, arrows, six types of magic resistance, riding, anti-sneak attack, morning, noon and evening time protection, and sunny and rainy weather protection...

Right now.

The leader of the Kingdom's Knights, Marcus, a man with a face full of flesh, announced the official start of the meeting. The conversations in the room were instantly cut off and everything fell silent.

"I believe everyone knows that the incident originated from the end of the royal family's last bloodline half a year ago, leaving this country without an heir..."

"Well, although I know that the captain really wants to finish what he is saying..."

suddenly.

Anastasia, the girl selected as a merchant, interrupted him with soft yet sharp words.

"But there's a saying in Kalalagi: 'Time is money, my friend.' Could you please, Captain, get straight to the point?"

"I agree."

Crusch narrowed his eyes and said, "Those who come to participate in the royal election are likely to be unaware of this incident. Rather than rehashing the past, let's get straight to today's topic."

After consulting with those around him, the elders of the Sages' Association.

After finding that no one raised any objections, he nodded.

"Then let's get to today's business," Marcus said loudly. "Actually, I've gathered all of you candidates here today to announce the latest news—Knight Reinhard van Astraea has been selected!"

"Yes!"

The red-haired knight who was standing in front of Lin Shu suddenly walked out of the team and stood in the center of the hall.

Behind the chosen king, he saluted the elders of the Council of Sages and said, "Knight Reinhard van Astraea reports that the mission has been completed. The last of the five candidates for the Dragon Priestess has been found."

The door is opened.

Lin Shu discovered that there was a thief girl named Firut who he had met once in Rom's stolen goods hut.

At this moment, she was wearing a bright yellow dress that matched her hair color, and stepped onto the red carpet of the palace behind everyone.

Firut's appearance not only made Lin Shu slightly stunned.

It also surprised everyone else present.

When Reinhard placed the same badge as Emilia's in her hand, the gem in the center of the badge shone.

This means being recognized by the Dragon God.

Qualified to run for the throne.

"Reinhart, what the hell are you doing?"

Felt asked loudly, oblivious to the others. Then, she threw the badge to the ground and angrily stamped her foot, saying, “You brought me here without any explanation. I don’t even know what you are doing here.”

Her action immediately caused a commotion among the nobles.

In their view, it was a great disrespect to the Dragon God and Wang Xuan.

The red-haired knight squatted down in front of Felt, feeling slightly distressed.

Pick up her badge on the red carpet.

Then he adjusted the hem of Felt's skirt and said soothingly, "Master Felt, is it because today's breakfast is not to your liking, or is it because the skirt I chose is not to your liking?"

"The breakfast is delicious, and the dress is beautiful... Hey, that's not what I was talking about, don't change the subject!"

Felt shouted in frustration.

At this moment, Priscilla, covering her mouth with a fan, said with disdain, "I wonder where these civilians came from. They're chattering non-stop and it's really annoying."

"Reinhard, does the person recommended by the Astraea family have no manners at all?

"Lady Priscilla..."

The red-haired knight was fine, but Firut was impatient by nature, and he immediately got angry after being provoked: "What? I'll join you in a fight!!!"

And the other party is obviously not a fuel-saving lamp...

"Oh, you are so arrogant. Who do you think I am?"

Priscilla waved a fan, and her skirt fluttered.

The blessing of the sun that she possessed caused the sun to fly up from her fan.

Just as he was about to swing at Felt, Reinhardt stepped between them.

"Excuse me, Lady Priscilla."

The knight stopped the conflict.

Yang Yan has no effect on him.

At this time, Emilia, who was standing aside, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Although Firut once stole her badge.

But she was kindhearted and still stood up and said, "What on earth are you thinking about on such an important occasion?"

"I just want to let this uneducated bitch see my true identity."

Priscilla raised her eyebrows arrogantly and looked at everyone with disdain out of the corner of her eyes.

"You're not going to apologize?"

"In that case, are you going to apologize and say 'I'm sorry for being born in this world'?"

Priscilla retorted, "Silver-haired half-elf."

"I, I have nothing to do with witches."

Emilia frowned, visibly wavering.

"Okay, that's it!"

The elder of the Sages' Association stopped everyone and asked, "Are you all satisfied?"

"Well then, all the candidates for the royal election, please come here," Knight Commander Marcus continued.

The people present seemed to have absolutely no sympathy or objection to the injustice Emilia suffered.

They were all glossed over with a blank expression.

Perhaps for them, not using this as an excuse for ridicule is the greatest tolerance and kindness.

The candidates for the king's election took the stage one by one after their names were called by the Knight Commander Marcus, and summarized their political views in a few simple sentences, while Lin Shu followed closely behind Emilia.

She seemed a little upset about what had just happened, but when she met Lin Shu's concerned eyes, she took the initiative to say, "I'm fine."

"Come on." Lin Shu squeezed her soft palm.

"Ah."

After the top three candidates were announced, Emilia and Lin Shu took the stage, and she addressed the crowd, "I have only one wish: fairness. To create a country where all civilians are treated equally."

Lin Shu looked around and saw that the knights lined up on the right side still had no expression on their faces.

Most of the nobles were whispering with disgust in their eyes.

This was in stark contrast to the enthusiasm of Anastasia, the merchant representative, when she took the stage.

This is no longer just the identity of a half-elf.

But what Emilia pursues is contrary to their interests.

"Huh, that's a wild idea."

However, this is just a formality.

Lin Shu was thinking this as he was about to go down the stage with Emilia.

At this time, the last remaining candidate, Firut, made big news.

"Wait, who told you I was going to participate in the royal election? Don't get me wrong, I never said I wanted to be king!"

Knight Commander Ma2.6x asked, "So, Master Felt-sama doesn't plan to participate in the royal election?"