I just covet their strength

Chapter 6 You are right, but.
"Are you satisfied now, Lord Qinghui?"

Without even waiting for Westhead and Lesia to continue talking, the noble young man immediately spoke up.

Westhead had no choice but to turn around and raise his eyebrows: "You are?"

Urdayan immediately explained concisely and concisely: "He is Andre, the legitimate son of the Saueren family."

"What family?"

Urda gritted her teeth and said: "That ancient family that has been passed down since the beginning of the empire! How many times have I told you, at least remember the important families in the empire!"

Andre smiled contemptuously and said: "You can't even remember the genealogy of the nobles? Duke Qinghui is too careless."

The young Konoe said disdainfully: "How can a waste like you have the nerve to be the head of Miss Yolda's family?"

"Don't you look like a [Branch of Prosperity]? It's really ugly for a guy who has nothing to do all day long and only sucks the blood of Miss Yolda and hangs out among women. It's really ugly to sink to this point."

"So angry?"

Westhead was not angry when he heard this, but carefully looked at the young noble in front of him. After noticing that the other person's eyes couldn't help but glance at Urda, he suddenly said:
"Do you like Yurta?"

Andre was stunned for a moment, then said, "Well, to be precise, I should say I am a pursuer. I am pursuing Miss Yuerda openly!"

Westhead laughed: "You really attract bees and butterflies, sister."

Unlike Westhead, a direct descendant who was extremely miserable, Urda, as a branch of the family, showed amazing talent.

Young and young, he has been promoted to the third level of [Prosperity]. Even in the vast and vast Holy Tree Empire, he is an out-and-out genius. He has basically locked in the future of the [Hero] level, and even been Considered a legendary seed.

Coupled with her stunning beauty like a fairy, Urda is famous in the imperial capital.

"The only thing I don't want is to be said like that by my brother."

The white-haired girl rolled her eyes at Westhead. She might have many suitors, but they pale in comparison to Lord Qinghui, the king of the imperial capital. No, they are simply not comparable.

Westhead really killed a hundred people!
Andre sneered, "Lord Qinghui still has the nerve to joke? The first to lose land, the Prosperous Branch, fled to the imperial capital like a stray dog, and then mated everywhere like a monkey in heat, and now even this dragon blood bastard..."

"That's enough, Andre. Your insult to Duke Qinghui is also an insult to me."

Urda took a step forward, stood in front of Westhead, and said coldly.

Andre immediately said anxiously: "So don't worry about the Qinghui family anymore. You are just a collateral branch. Why do you have to be loyal to this incompetent person? The Saueren family can give you more!"

The young man in front of him obviously didn't understand Urda, and he actually wanted to persuade the girl to jump out of the "fire pit" of the Qinghui family.

Obviously, this touched Urda's bottom line. Just as the white-blond girl's eyes became colder, Westhead spoke:

"Suppose I am a waste, then are you the [Branches of Prosperity]?"

Andre was stunned, then shook his head and said, "No. Humph, although the Sollon family is not the [Branch of Prosperity], we are an ancient family that has existed since the founding of the empire! In terms of seniority, it is far superior to Qinghui!"

Westhead raised a finger and said:
"You are right, but the autocratic metric system is a new open world border defense model independently created by the Glory Holy Tree Empire. Here, those selected by the [Glory Holy Tree] will be granted [self-determination in all matters] power, to defend the empire's borders. I will play a mysterious character named [Branch of Prosperity]. In the process of free development and conquest, I will meet companions with different personalities and unique abilities, and work with them to repel Chaos and build the territory. ——At the same time, gradually discover the truth of [Oath]."

Westhead wiped the medal on his chest again and again, and said calmly: "Insulting the [Branch of Prosperity] is expressly prohibited in the holy law. Mr. Andre, I think you should apologize to me and win my forgiveness. And forgiveness, otherwise the scene may not be very good."

"you!"

Andre's eyes widened with anger, and he said, "You are showing off your status as the Branch of Prosperity? Your family has fallen to such a state, without any territory, legion, or wealth. What qualifications do you have to put pressure on the Thorlon family?!"

Westhead repeated his previous statement: "You are right, but"

Andre: "I'm talking to you! Don't repeat it!"

"puff--"

Seeing this funny scene, Lesia, who was sitting in a wheelchair, couldn't help but laugh out loud. She laughed very quietly and quickly covered her face. No one except Westhead, who had been paying attention to her, noticed.

And when Lesia and Westhead's eyes met, the latter winked at the silver-haired girl.

However, this little action of ignoring himself made Andrew break his defense. The latter directly put his hand on the sword at his waist and said angrily:

"You rude and frivolous piece of trash!"

Just when the gaffe was about to escalate, there was a sound of military boots and steel hitting the ground.

"Da da da--"

I saw a team of royal guards walking out of the palace on the steps.

They wore open-faced helmets with complex patterns, and thick silver helmet feathers spread down like a lion's mane, covering the entire face.

A pair of armguards also wrapped in mithril alloy. The guard holds a lance made of mithril with spiral patterns of blue magic energy flowing on it. A heavy dragon sword is hung on his waist. The armor shines brightly, showing its fine and sturdy nature.

Seeing the solemn and solemn Royal Guards entering the arena, the crowd watching the excitement immediately retreated and calmly lowered their heads to welcome the coming Tianhuang nobles.

The royal guards came to the square surrounded by a woman, who asked directly:
"What happened here to cause a commotion?"

Her dazzling golden hair was tied into a high ponytail and draped behind her back, as if it contained fragments of the sun. Her delicate and beautiful face was extremely gorgeous, and her clear blue eyes were as beautiful as sapphire, but under the majestic and awe-inspiring temperament, they were so sharp that it made people feel uncomfortable. Don't dare to look at him.

She is wearing a light, elegant and capable military skirt, a black lining and a double-breasted moon-white coat with lapels. The side collar and cuffs are decorated with golden embroidery thread, making it look luxurious and exquisite.

The military skirt is held up by a perfect figure. On the chest is a sacred tree badge that represents the regent's qualifications. The golden tassels hang down to the waist, and the lower body is made of ultra-thin black silk that tightly wraps the slender legs, tightly together. The round thighs outline an absolute realm of imagination.

As dazzling as the sun, not angry but powerful.

Imperial Regent Serivella Yaoye.

Urda immediately stepped forward to caress her chest and salute: "Your Highness the Regent, it's just a small friction."

The regent said calmly: "Your Majesty, please explain to me."

So the white-blond girl carefully considered her words and described what happened just now.

Westhead looked at the current situation while Urda explained.

The eldest princess Celivira looks pretty similar to the one in the game. She is a descendant of the [Holy Tree of Glory] and has a T1 bloodline talent. Unfortunately, she is a purely political creature and it is too difficult to conquer her.

It was rated as inferior to Lecia.

(End of this chapter)