Chapter 218 Lin Luo: I am an old man over 300 years old (to be continued)

The Royal Palace of the Aklan Empire.

Artoria and an old man looked at each other, and the two were talking in a not-so-serious atmosphere.

Old Arthur sat upright on the throne, his face stern and serious as he asked softly, "Altria, do you know how much damage it would do to your reputation if the news of your affair with a commoner got out?"

"Know."

Artoria stood in the hall, patted his shoulder and bowed, saying calmly, "Father, although these things did happen, it's not what you think. The hype can be corrected."

"Oh? I'll give you a chance to explain. What's going on?"

Old Arthur's expression softened slightly, and he continued, "However, I will never indulge you in matters concerning the dignity of the royal family!

What are the advantages of a second-level mage?

strength?

money?

He can’t possibly have it!”

Old Arthur took a deep breath and said solemnly, "If it's because you are about to become an adult and yearn for love.

There are plenty of men in the empire who are strong, powerful, rich and talented. I can arrange them for you.

Why ruin your reputation because of a second-level mage..."

Artoria's face darkened. Who did her father think of her?

She quickly interrupted and said calmly, "Master Lorraine and I just met by chance.

We didn't have much interaction.

And...he's not just a second-level civilian mage."

Old Arthur was not at all angry at his daughter's rude behavior. They had always had this kind of conversation.

He asked, "Could it be...he is at the third level?"

Even though the third rank belongs to the lower class of nobles, their reputation is still not good.

"No."

Altria gritted her teeth and said reluctantly, "He is... an eighth-level mage."

It makes me angry just thinking about it!

Cecilia kept repeating the words "eighth level" in her ear all night long, and held Vivian in her arms.

Wasn't it just teasing her and making her feel emotional?

Really!

Plastic sisters.

"Level 8!?"

Old Arthur saw the resentful expression on his daughter's face and it didn't seem fake.

I couldn't help but ask, "Did he make you angry?"

An eighth-level mage is considered a high-level fighter in the empire, so the impact of rumors will be relatively small.

I just don’t know how old the other person is?

Two hundred, three hundred?

Thinking of this, he felt his heart tighten and anger welled up in his heart.

Which old guy has fooled my daughter?

Although he was extremely angry, the long-term practice of cultivating his energy still allowed old Arthur to calm down.

Even though he knew that Altria would not lie to him, it did not stop him from trying again.

Before Altria could reply, he changed the subject and said earnestly, "My daughter, I know you have admired the strong since you were little. But although that person is very powerful, his age is not suitable for you."

“…”

Altria's face was filled with confusion.

Eighteen against eighteen, how can it not be suitable?

Old Arthur was naturally unaware of her complaints, and he immediately asked, "Is he older than you?"

Altria recalled that "Lorraine" meant less than twenty, and nineteen also met this condition.

So she nodded slightly and said uncertainly: "...I think so."

Old Arthur's face darkened, but he forced a smile and asked, "Does he control a wide variety of rules, or a high-level power?"

According to the tradition of the Turbid Realm, the more power of rules you want to comprehend, the more time it will take!

Altria thought about it carefully and said with certainty: "He controls a lot of rule powers, at least five!"

"Five... five kinds?"

Hearing this, Old Arthur felt a tightness in his chest.

It’s confirmed!

He must be an old fellow who has lived for three or four hundred years!

Damn it!

Old Arthur gritted his teeth and clenched his fists behind his back so hard that they made a creaking sound.

He said with a sad face: “Alas, when people get old, they talk a lot.

I just hope my daughter can have a good future, so I want to say more.

But my daughter doesn’t want to listen to me, and this is for her own good. It’s hard to be a good father…”

Seeing her father ramble on again, Artoria was furious and said, "So this is why you, father, have surrounded the palace with a forest?"

She had long seen clearly what kind of person her father was. He often ran out of the palace to hunt for beauties under the pretext of providing warmth.

It was very easy for a tenth-level mage to maintain his youthful appearance. After the court meeting, he wore the face of a middle-aged man all day long, and occasionally ran out privately to look for the widow.

Even he himself may not know how many of his hundreds of children are illegitimate.

Altria said jokingly, "The books about you, father, could fill the entire palace!"

“Ahem…”

Sikos's face was a little embarrassed, and he quickly shut his mouth and made an excuse like a stubborn old man: "I am philanthropic, and my love is boundless. The palace is so big, it can only be lively with more people..."

Those who write books like The King's Romance and The One Night I Have to Tell About with the Emperor...

It's all slander!

Old Arthur stroked his beard, sighed, and continued, "Father still wants to say one more thing to you.

You shouldn't waste your time on these love affairs now.

Even if you don't care about the throne, you can still go further on the path of practice.

Your future will be a saint, or you will comprehend authority and laws and become a god, protecting the empire and the human race..."

"Um!"

Altria nodded and said seriously, "Father, I know. I won't think about these things now."

"Okay! Since you said you have nothing to do with this man, then for the sake of your reputation, do you want me to kill him secretly?"

Old Arthur's tone turned cold, and the murderous intent in his words was not concealed at all.

If this man had no connection with the elves,

It’s better to kill him after finding out the truth.

He is a scourge to Altria!

What's more, he has already had contact with Artoria, so there is no guarantee that he won't have other thoughts.

"All obstacles on my daughter's path to becoming a god must be removed," thought old Arthur.

"Need not."

Altria asked, "Father, do you know how old he is?"

"How old?" Old Arthur was stunned. Could this man be a genius? He touched his chin and said, "Since he is an eighth-level mage... let me guess, three hundred or four hundred?"

Altria raised her index finger and shook it, saying somewhat disappointedly, "Neither!"

Old Arthur frowned. "Could it be... five hundred?"

"He's not even twenty! Cecilia can testify to that."

After she finished speaking, she placed her hands on the conference table and tapped them lightly. Her dark eyebrows drooped, her long golden hair like a waterfall was a little dull, and she looked depressed.

"hiss……"

Old Arthur stared, pulled out a piece of his beard, and said in surprise, "Tell me more...how old is he?"

"Less than twenty..."

“…”

As an elf, Cecilia is naturally extremely sensitive to the breath of life. With her testimony, there must be no mistake.

Old Arthur was silent for a while, his eyes as fierce as a wolf.

If Artoria could become a god, then this wizard Lorraine would be the designated candidate to become a god!

Suppressing the shock in his heart, he smiled gently and said, "Daughter, father, I want to tell you something."

"What?" Artoria raised her head, a little alert. Her father's expression changed faster than a storyteller.

When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong!

It’s definitely not a good thing!

Old Arthur asked in an enigmatic manner, "Do you still remember what the spirit of our Aklan Empire is?"

"The human race will never surrender and will fight until the last moment." Artoria knew it by heart, but was a little confused as to why her father asked this.

"That's right!" Old Arthur said with a smile, "Altria, look, Cecilia is trying to snatch my son-in-law from you.

For the sake of the spirit of the empire, tell me, are you going to take my son-in-law back?"

"Son-in-law? What are you talking about, father? No!" Artoria shook her head like a rattle.

How could I do such a thing? Although I have a little affection for her, it’s not love at first sight.

My father keeps calling his son-in-law "son-in-law" all the time, calling him so affectionately, it's so corny...

You go marry him...

Altria shuddered, her skin crawling with fear.

Old Arthur was completely unaware of this and continued to persuade her, "Daughter, I know you're embarrassed to say it out loud. Don't worry, I support you. Go after her boldly!"

"Father, didn't you just say that I can't waste time on these love affairs?"

"Eh? Did I say that?" Old Arthur looked up at the sky and muttered to himself, "The dome of the hall needs to be painted. Hmm, I'll go get some help later."

Altria held her white forehead with her bare hands. My unreliable father...