Chapter 114 I want to withdraw from the King's Selection (4k)

"It's been a month." Graya looked at the manor guards in front of him, his eyes filled with anger, "It's been a month since that incident!"

"He's a healthy, living person who caused such a big commotion. It's impossible for him to disappear for no reason!"

"But why didn't you guys find any clues?!"

"I'm sorry, Master Graya." One of the guards felt his anger and said with sweat dripping down his back, "But we have searched the entire Soran Mountains and all the surrounding areas, and there is really no clue at all."

"Even if the seal is used, it's still the same. Master Lin En is like... he has disappeared from the face of the earth."

"Keep looking! I told you, I want to see the person alive or the body dead!!!"

Graya growled.

Although he is the second son of the Augusta family, he is usually gentle and humble, and has never shown such a violent side.

"Don't be too angry." Morris suddenly came over and patted him on the shoulder. "After all, we should have been mentally prepared for this kind of thing, right?"

Hearing his words, Graya's expression suddenly became a little depressed.

He doesn't want this either.

But Lynn was one of the few friends he had in this world.

What's more, it was obviously him who saved everyone.

In the end, he was not even recorded in the Empire's honor roll or military medals.

The last bloodline of the Bartleon family seemed to have been wiped out of all traces of its existence in this world by the invisible hands of those damned nobles.

Looking at the bronze medal of honor hanging on his chest, Graya sighed softly.

After the riot at the Wishing Jar ended, all those who participated in the mission that day, including him, received rewards from the empire.

The scope was so wide that it was said to have caused dissatisfaction among many people even in the distant imperial capital of Glostin.

The nobles strongly condemned this, believing that these people were promoted too quickly and had never even been to the demon battlefield, which was not in line with the principles of the military.

In the end, it was Duke Tyreus who personally wrote a strongly worded letter to Saint Laurent VI to finalize the matter.

It's ridiculous.

If the core figure of this incident had been replaced by any other prince, the imperial capital would not have reacted so violently.

It was simply because they were loyal to the Third Princess Ivester.

"How is things going now, Your Highness?"

Graya suddenly asked.

Morris shook his head slightly: "He has regained consciousness, but the situation is not good."

"She seemed to have completely closed her heart. Apart from occasionally chatting with Afia, she didn't respond to anything others said to her."

Physical injuries are easy to heal, but psychological ones are harder to say.

to be honest.

As Ivester's subordinate, he had never imagined that the princess he served would one day become devastated.

And all this was just because of one man.

It seems that guy is really different from others to her.

The two of them fell silent at the same time.

It's clear that they've both grown a lot since the incident with the wishing jar.

Graya is no longer as unambitious as before, and only wants to marry a baron's daughter and live a stable life.

He was deeply aware of his own weakness, so he followed the arrangements of his father and brother Rhine, joined the Church of Abundance, and became a transcendent.

And his goal was no longer to live out his retirement on a plantation in the South.

Graya suddenly wanted to go to the imperial capital to take a look.

Look at those high and mighty nobles and see what their hearts are like.

Why. How can it be so dirty.

Just as the two were looking at each other in silence, the maid's voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Master Ge, Master Graya, Master Morris, two guests suddenly came to the outside of the manor, claiming to be members of the Holy Oak Organization, and wanted to see Your Highness!"

Hollyoaks Agency?!

Upon hearing the name, a hint of surprise flashed across Morris and Graya's eyes.

Although I had expected them to come, I never thought they would come so soon.

"Let's go and check out the situation together."

Afia gently pushed the wheelchair forward along the corridor.

A little sunlight from outside the window shone in faintly and sprinkled on her body, making her feel very warm.

Looking at the woman sitting in the wheelchair, Afiya's eyes felt slightly sore.

She has secretly cried countless times in this month.

Sometimes she cried for Lin En, sometimes for Her Royal Highness the Princess, and sometimes for herself.

The woman sitting in the wheelchair in front of me looks elegant and beautiful.

But what is strange is that she has long hair as white as snow.

That's right.

Ever since Yvestre woke up from her coma, her hair had turned from jet black to spotless white.

This hair color adds a bit of coolness to her quiet personality.

The sharp aura and arrogant and majestic demeanor of the past have all disappeared.

One can't even feel the slightest sharpness.

In Afiya's eyes, in just one month, Her Royal Highness the Princess had become this extremely unfamiliar person.

She seemed to have no interest in anything.

The only thing he did every day was to sit by the window and stare silently in the direction of the Sauron Mountains.

She would ignore anyone who talked to her.

He would only suddenly ask her in the evening one day if she had any news about Lin En.

However, what awaited me was disappointment again and again.

But at this point, even the emotion of disappointment is hardly seen on Yvesette's face.

This is an extremely terrible thing.

Afiya even hoped that even if His Highness was angry, even if he was full of hatred, even if he killed people, killing a lot of people, it would be much better than the current state.

However, she could vaguely understand the princess's reaction.

Yvesette is like a little girl who has nothing. Her father doesn't like her, her brothers and sisters bully her, and everyone around her despises her.

Such a life should be dull and bleak.

But the appearance of Lynn completely changed everything.

Whether it is his outstanding supporting ability or his personal charm.

In the eyes of the little girl who originally had nothing, it seemed as if she suddenly possessed a rare treasure that could illuminate the dim room.

Her brothers and sisters scoffed at this because they were of noble birth and had many toys that little girls never had. In their eyes, such toys were within their reach.

But the little girl held it in her arms with great care and wiped it repeatedly.

Her strong possessiveness prevents her from allowing anyone to take it away from her. However, sometimes, she feels overwhelmed by her over-love.

After all, this is the first treasure she has ever owned in her life.

Most likely, the only one.

But now, her only precious treasure was completely destroyed.

The little girl became penniless again and returned to the shabby and gloomy room.

But what kind of existence will she become when she walks out of the room next time?

Afia didn't know.

The fear in her heart made her unwilling to imagine this terrible future.

Just as she was pushing the cold and indifferent Yvesette and lost in thought, a maid suddenly came behind her.

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After she whispered a few words, Afia's face changed.

"Got it. I'll take His Highness there now."

After the maid left, Afia bit her lower lip, thought for a while, then leaned over to Yvesette's ear.

"Your Highness, someone from the Holy Oak has come and wants to see you."

Yvesette's eyes remained calm.

From beginning to end, he looked out the window calmly and indifferently.

Ten minutes later, Afia arrived at the reception room pushing Yvesette.

The room was already full of people, including Graya, Morris, and the subordinates of Augusta Manor.

Even Duke Tyreus was present.

Looking at Yvesette, who was sitting in a wheelchair with an indifferent expression, a trace of regret flashed across his eyes imperceptibly.

She thought that with the help of herself and that boy, she could make some achievements in the king's selection, but unfortunately, the world is unpredictable and everything turned out to be a dream in the end.

But even so, he did not take the initiative to propose to terminate the alliance.

"Now that everyone is here, we can begin."

As the person with the highest status here besides Ivester, Duke Tyrvus cleared his throat and spoke.

At this moment, in addition to the familiar people, there was also a brown-haired boy standing in the center of the room.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses and a neat and straight aristocratic suit. On his collar was an oak-shaped emblem embroidered with gold thread. He looked sacred and solemn, like the secretary of some important figure.

This is the envoy sent by the Holy Oak Organization to Orne City this time.

This institution was established specifically for the purpose of royal selection. It has a very long history. It was passed down from generation to generation by an ancient family and is dedicated to serving the royal family.

They will add or subtract points for each prince or princess based on many aspects, such as their daily words and deeds, their achievements during the royal selection period, and their prestige among the people.

The final winner is the new emperor of the Saint Laurent Empire.

The reason why Holy Oak sent someone here was to announce Yvessie's recently updated King's Choice score.

Hearing Duke Tyrvus' words, the young man from the Holy Oak Organization leaned forward slightly and bowed to Yvesette and him respectively.

Then, in full view of everyone, he took out a piece of parchment from his arms.

"Then, let me read out the King's Choice score of the Third Prince, Yvesette Roland Alexini."

"In the last round of evaluation, your highness' score was -3576 points, ranking last among the nine princes."

"The first place is the Second Highness Ferit, with 10,725 points; the second place is Her Highness Silina, with 8,014 points; the third place is the Sixth Highness Mikael, with 7,914 points; the fourth place is."

"After this rating update, your ranking in the sequence remains unchanged, but your score has changed."

"Successfully resolved the Level 0 Sealed Object Riot incident and earned 1500 points."

"Gained the support of an elector and received 1,000 points."

"Recovered the taxes owed by Orne City for several years for the Empire, and successfully hit the expansion momentum of the major churches. Earned 500 points."

"Your current King's Choice score is -576 points."

As the Holy Oak Messenger's words slowly fell, everyone in the room fell silent.

The corner of Tyrvus's eye twitched slightly.

Obviously, he didn't expect that Yvesette's foundation was so poor.

Negative points?

Is this a possible value?

Feeling the strange looks from Augusta Manor, Duke Tyrus and others, Morris lowered his head in shame.

All in all, the scoring mechanism of Hollyoaks is still very fair.

But what Ivester did in the imperial capital was too notorious.

Even though she had dealt with so many uncontrollable seals and had fallen asleep countless times for this, the points she earned still could not fill this hole.

As the saying goes, comparing yourself to others will make you feel nauseous.

The second prince has already scored more than 10,000 points, and even the second-place eldest princess, Hillelina, has more than 8,000 points, but she is still behind the starting line.

However, the Holy Oak Messenger did not notice the strange atmosphere.

In other words, it was not within his jurisdiction.

"Starting from this month, the King Selection Ceremony will enter a new phase." The young man looked at everyone calmly, "That is, the prelude to the first round of eliminations is about to begin."

"By the end of this month, His Majesty the Third Prince must get rid of the negative points as soon as possible, otherwise he will lose the qualification to participate in the next election."

This sentence caused a storm in everyone's heart.

Graya and Morris looked at each other, looking a little panicked.

There are less than two weeks left until the end of this month.

In other words, in the next two weeks, they had to help Her Royal Highness get more than 576 points in the Royal Selection, otherwise they would be completely out of the Royal Selection! How could this be possible?! For a moment, everyone's mood became a little depressed.

But at this moment.

A cold voice that no one expected suddenly came from the mouth of the white-haired woman sitting in the wheelchair.

A glimmer of hope flashed in Afia's eyes.

But after hearing her words clearly, he stood there in a daze, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"No need." Iviste's expression was still calm and indifferent, as if she was disheartened. "Tell those people in the imperial capital that I want to withdraw from the royal election."

Sauron Mountains.

As an invisible space crack slowly opened, a figure wrapped in a blanket fell from the air to the ground.

"Ms. Witch! Can you try to land somewhere smoother next time?!"

Covering his bare butt, the boy complained and got up from the ground.

Then, he looked around with some confusion, and felt that the scene before him was very unfamiliar.

By the way, where did this come from? (ps: How can I get some monthly tickets from my brothers? Tsk.)

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