Become a legend, after escaping from trouble in a miserable way.

Old Thor did not stay on Mager Planet for long. The reason he came here was to comprehend the chain of laws. To him, this planet was a completely unfamiliar one and he didn't know many people there.

Pompeii had many old friends.

He could brag about himself once he returned to Pompeii, especially in front of his son.

So Old Thor immediately turned into a gust of wind and flew to the nearest magic city. He passed through the teleportation point of the magic city and returned to Pompeii after several turns.

There are several teleportation points in Pompeii. This time, Old Thor returned to Pompeii through a public teleportation point, which is located in the west of the city.

Because the Magic City of Pompeii is not well-known in the wizarding world, the flow of people in the Magic City is a bit sparse. Old Thor looked at the empty teleportation point and walked out.

"The sun is shining." Old Sol looked up at the bright sunshine and felt very happy. After becoming a legend, Old Sol seemed to be an old tree blooming. He was in a particularly good mood and seemed to be much younger.

After admiring the sunshine for a while, Old Sol turned into a gust of wind and rushed towards the New Pompeii Castle. After arriving at the castle, Old Sol landed in front of the main gate of the castle.

The hall is inside, and old Sol plans to go see his wife, Mrs. Sophie, first.

This time he was away for many years and no news came back. Old Sol felt a little sorry for his wife. When he saw his wife, he would ask where his stupid son was and show off to her.

I am a legend now! Of course, as a lord, Old Thor is still very graceful. There is a team of knights guarding outside the hall. Old Thor intends to nod to this team of knights to show his friendliness.

But when the knights saw Old Thor, they all knelt on one knee and said in unison: "Your Majesty!!!"

"King...king...king??!" Old Thor was stunned and began to stutter.

As a man who is daring, brave and good at fighting, he is invincible on both the battlefield and with women. Old Sol has never stuttered before, but now he stutters for the first time in his life.

Is this a mistake? I became the king?! What on earth is going on? Could it be that I haven't been back for many years, and Sophie is resentful, so she gave the order to play this joke?

"Why do you call me King?" Old Thor guessed a lot in his mind but could not come to a conclusion, so he grabbed a knight's shoulders with both hands, stared at the knight and asked.

There was a team of knights present, but I was caught.

The knight was complaining in his heart, but he also felt honored because the man in front of him was the founding king of the Pompeii dynasty, Thor I.

Not to mention that he put his hands on my shoulders, even if he let me bend down and kiss his shoes, it would be an honor.

Not just anybody can kiss the shoes of a king.

The knight calmed down for a moment, then replied, "In reply to your Majesty, five days ago, the Crown Prince, His Royal Highness the Earl of White Eagle, drove the Magic City of Pompeii, conquered the Northern City, Cambridge City, the capital, and announced the establishment of the Pompeii Dynasty, and crowned you as the founding king of Pompeii."

The knight told Old Thor what had happened in detail.

Logically speaking, Luther's current title is Crown Prince, Duke of Edinburgh, but as knights of the White Eagle Territory, many knights do not agree with the title of Duke of Edinburgh. They all agree that Luther should be called His Royal Highness the Earl of White Eagle.

Old Thor listened to the whole thing with a blank expression on his face. Then he patted the knight on the shoulder, asked the knights to get up, walked into the hall in a daze, and sat down on the sofa in the living room on the second floor.

Along the way, many people saluted Old Thor and called him "Your Majesty the King."

Old Sol waved his hand weakly to indicate that I heard him.

Let me catch my breath! Old Sol sat down on the sofa, his mind was blank for a short time, and after a while, it became colorful and he began to think.

Old Thor, who had regained his ability to think, suddenly felt a strong sense of frustration.

I just became a fucking legend, legend.

Even in the Drake Pompeii family, apart from Lord Shanya, there has not been another legend in thousands of years.

Not to mention the Prussian Pompeii Knights family.

Since the first generation of Pompeii Knights, the Pompeii Knight family has been composed of low-level knights. For example, I, Thor Pompeii, used to be a high-level knight, and I was already a strong man among the Pompeii Knights of all generations.

Golden Lion Thor!

His reputation spread far and wide, and he was a well-known strong man.

The Great Knight is already awesome.

I feel like I can brag about the title of Knight for the rest of my life.

Not to mention the legend.

When I, old Thor, die in the future and am buried in a cemetery, it will definitely be the most luxurious one, and my descendants will hold the most grand funeral for me.

The descendants of Pompeii in future generations will remember me, the second legend of the Pompeii family, the great ancestor Sol Pompeii.

Old Thor was very excited to become a legend, and he was holding back his anger. He wanted to prove himself in front of his son, and now he has done it.

What's the point of becoming a fucking legend?

My son, that bastard, actually defeated the king, the Grand Duke of the North, the Marquis of Cambridge, upgraded the Pompeii family to a royal family, and made him the first king of Pompeii, establishing the Pompeii Dynasty.

That's the King, the Grand Duke of the North, and the Marquis of Cambridge, eight legends in total. When the New Party rebelled, more than a dozen legends fought in the royal capital, but they were unable to truly damage the foundation of the kingdom.

And he, Old Thor, is a new legend.

Compared to this, the other party is much more awesome. Now, what old Thor couldn't do even if he used all his strength, was actually done by his son.

He eliminated eight legends of the Prussian dynasty in one go and captured the royal capital.

What's even more bizarre is that this son is now probably just a great knight, or a titled knight.

"It's hopeless, it's hopeless. I'm destined to be a weak father in this life, and live forever under the shadow of my son. It's frustrating."

Old Sol sighed, and his face looked dejected after sighing.

I felt like my body was hollowed out and I had no strength left.

Anyway, I have already become a legend. If I work harder, the worst that can happen is that I can become a high-level legend and live for a thousand years. I probably won't be able to become the strongest in this lifetime.

I guess the Pompeii family doesn't need me to do anything anymore. My son is so outstanding. He can do the work of a hundred people.

Should I start living a romantic life as a king? Find more mistresses, have more illegitimate sons and daughters, and squander my son's fortune? But I am very depressed and helpless.

My son has an inheritance worth a planet. Even if I find 10,000 mistresses and give birth to tens of thousands of illegitimate sons and daughters, I don’t think I can squander all my son’s inheritance.

It’s really unacceptable to think about it.

(End of this chapter)