Then, they would look up and involuntarily cast their gazes toward the man in the very center of the crowd.
He was a middle-aged man who looked very composed and had a thin, long beard.
He carried no weapons, but stood there leaning on an ornate cane, exuding an air of nobility.
Just one glance at him is enough to make people realize that this man is no ordinary person.
A nobleman walked over, faced the man, and glanced at the three-star medal on his chest.
At the same time, he bowed respectfully and asked:
"Earl Laureen".
The man known as Earl Laureen turned to look at him and nodded.
The nobleman then straightened up and asked the question he wanted to ask.
"Are they not coming from the Empire?"
"We were supposed to arrive in the morning, but it's already almost evening. We've waited far too long..."
The man glanced indifferently at the nobleman:
"What's the rush?"
"We're waiting for a princess, not some young lady who comes to your house to throw a tantrum and demand money."
"The Empire hasn't explicitly said it won't come, so we're just going to keep waiting here, even if it's until tomorrow or next month."
The nobleman who had arrived immediately fell silent and retreated somewhat embarrassed.
Earl Laureen nodded in satisfaction and continued to gaze dignifiedly ahead.
With both hands resting on his cane, he waited for the train to arrive.
After waiting for who knows how long, many people began to feel impatient.
Suddenly, a magical train track gradually appeared in mid-air and spread out along the direction of the station.
The nobles, witnessing this scene, were finally filled with joy.
They had been waiting for so long, and their guests had finally arrived!
As the tracks of the magic train were fully laid out, even Earl Laureen's gaze was drawn to it.
Immediately afterwards, their gaze fell upon the train rushing in from the horizon.
At that moment, everyone present was stunned.
Can it still be called the magic train they know?
The train was severely damaged; the carriages were uneven, and the sheet metal was almost falling off the frame, making it look extremely dangerous.
The slowly turning wheels bent, and wobbled as they rolled over the rails.
Black smoke leaked from the bottom of the carriage and drifted upwards.
It looks like a carriage that was just randomly pulled from some garbage dump.
The train came to a slow stop, and as it came to a halt, the iron doors wobbled slightly before falling off the carriage.
It fell to the ground with a loud "clang".
The nobles waiting to greet them on the train platform all stared wide-eyed.
Even Earl Laureen couldn't quite maintain his composure, his eyebrows twitching slightly.
Finally, the train, which looked like an abandoned metal box, slowly opened.
It was like the mouth of a giant beast opening and closing, and smoke and dust poured out all at once.
A group of foreign ministers dressed in imperial attire stepped down from that carriage.
As soon as they landed, they couldn't help but cough at the same time.
Upon seeing the elegant middle-aged man, they regained some of their composure and were overjoyed.
"It's Mr. Laureen!"
These ministers often represented the empire on diplomatic missions to other countries in order to maintain harmony between them.
Naturally, they were familiar with the local nobles of many countries.
The middle-aged man in front of me is someone of great importance.
Laureen Nice.
He was a subordinate of the mysterious Grand Duke in the Kingdom of Kant.
At the same time, he was also a renowned three-star count.
In the Kingdom of Kant, the honor, status, and power among nobles are related to the "stars" they can obtain.
A noble with three stars, like Laureen, belongs to an earl who owns a territory.
And so on, four-star marquis, five-star duke.
Each star level has a strict division of strength and power.
This strict star rating system also created the extremely unique aristocratic system of the Kant Empire.
If you could earn a star in your daily life.
Even ordinary commoners can become barons and bring glory to their ancestors.
There are many ways to obtain stars.
Improve your strength and gain honors and merits.
Therefore, the Kingdom of Kant is a country where everyone is a warrior.
Even ordinary people on the roadside could be seen carrying longswords at their waists.
At this moment, Earl Laureen slowly straightened up.
He placed one hand on the top of his cane and the other on his chest.
He gracefully bowed to the ministers:
"Welcome, diplomats from the Karencia Empire."
The ministers responded politely in return, first bowing to the count in return, and then continuing:
"Earl Laureen, I am very sorry."
"We are so late, we've kept you waiting."
"Her Highness will be getting off the train soon."
At this point, the nobles of the Kingdom of Kant couldn't help but stare blankly at the damaged train once again.
For a moment, his eyes were filled with both blankness and confusion.
Earl Laureen couldn't help but ask:
"What exactly is going on with this train...?"
They were eager to know what had happened to cause such a sturdy magic train to become so dilapidated.
However, the foreign ministers waved their hands, feigning nonchalance.
When faced with the count's question, they responded with the same nonchalance as if they were discussing something completely unrelated to themselves:
"Oh, it's nothing."
"It was when we were passing through the Nangapurna Valley that our team blew up half of the canyon."
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