I just covet their strength

Chapter 89: He is both a man of letters and martial arts, and very handsome

Leixia explicitly rejected the future of a demigod and the throne of the empire. Is Westhead happy?
That must be a happy thing.

If Leshia really accepted the position of demigod and became the emperor of the empire, then Westhead's future path would inevitably drift further and further away from her.

This makes it impossible to bring her into his team. Westhead also wants Resia to become the apostle who helps him ascend to godhood.

The ascension ceremony cannot be completed by one person.

What is needed is the dedication of a nation, or even an entire civilization.

It is actually a good thing that Resia cannot be promoted to demigod stably. Westhead's goal is to be the strongest in the world, and he does not want anyone to compete with him for this position.

I'm just temporarily eating a free meal and getting some free talent.

These are all just means to accomplish my supreme cause!
But Resia would actually refuse the honor of becoming a demigod. Westhead never thought that he would occupy such a high position in Resia's heart.

He's a demigod. Even if you have to refuse in the end, at least hesitate for a moment, right?

"The power gained by relying on others' charity cannot be used to control your own destiny."

Leshia leaned on Westhead's shoulder and smiled, "Except for West, how can I know whether the other gifts have cruel prices behind them?"

I'm not that pure towards you, actually. But [Heart and Soul Granting] is completely mutually beneficial, so there's really no harm in it.

Westhead turned his head slightly guilty, put his arm around Resia's waist, and helped the silver-haired princess leave the square.

"Crash-"

When Reshia was helped to the front of the audience, those people who had glared at and ridiculed the "Dragon Blood Bastard" a few days ago all stood up and bowed to Westhead and Reshia.

Then there was thunderous applause:

"Her Highness Reshia"

"Your Highness."

"Congratulations, Your Highness."

It was hard to say that the flattering and slightly trembling posture was simply an expression of respect and congratulations to the winner of the trial.

It was more like expressing submission to Leixia and asking for forgiveness.

“Their attitudes change so quickly.”

Westhead exclaimed, not surprised.

In the past, the main premise for people bullying and mocking Reshia was that "dragon-blooded bastards were disliked by the God Ancestor." If not, her royal identity alone would not be something that outsiders could comment on.

It is precisely because of the cognitive psychology that "even the Gods did it" that everyone from the royal family to the guards can join in this bullying without any burden.

But today, he found out that the person they bullied was actually the "new emperor of the empire" and "future demigod" appointed by the God Ancestor, and he was almost scared to death.

Even if Leixia explicitly rejected the [Holy Tree of Glory], it would be impossible for her to become a demigod emperor.

But at this time, the silver-haired princess was undoubtedly rehabilitated, and from now on she would be able to hold the power she deserved as a member of the royal family.

In the Empire, the princess has the power to take revenge on her former bullies with just a flick of her finger.

And how cruel can the silver-haired dragon girl be? Didn't we see that during the trial? !
If I don't admit my mistake now, will I have to wait for Leshia to settle the score later?

Leixia glanced at the shivering crowd and said calmly:

"Being arrogant at first and then being respectful later makes you laugh when you think about it."

Westhead whispered, "Are you going to take revenge?"

Leixia shook her head: "I will never forgive their words, deeds and crimes, but I have also said that I do not hate these gloomy guys. They are so pathetic and fragile, and in the final analysis, they have not caused me much harm. I cannot get pleasure from bullying the weak." Westhead nodded. This answer is in line with Leixia's character.

After passing through many floating platforms and ground auditoriums, Leixia gradually adapted to her lost and recovered flesh and blood body and was able to walk slowly without relying on Westhead.

"Lord Qinghui!"

When passing by the platform of the Branch of Prosperity, Westhead went up to get his belongings, while Yuan Xigong, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, waved excitedly and said:

"Great! So much fun!"

Luyetan's pretty face was flushed, as if she was a fangirl who had seen her idol. She made trumpet shapes with her hands and shouted:

"You didn't disappoint me, it was a great show."

Westhead smiled and replied, "Can it just be considered a performance? But as long as Yuanxi Palace is happy."

Even the calm and elegant Lord Yingyan came over with his cane and nodded:
"Such an achievement is rare in a century. My friend Qinghui, you are worthy of the name of "Branch of Prosperity"."

Why do you just call me "my friend"? It seems a bit too familiar.

Westhead discovered that the "Crown of Trial" was indeed an incredible title. Not only would the enemies bow humbly, but even the originally friendly units had their favorability significantly improved.

To be honest, it feels good.

Luyetan smiled and said, "Lord Qinghui, are you free later? I want to hold a celebration banquet inside the Branch of Prosperity to welcome you. You have been in the trial for so long, it's time to relax and celebrate."

"It sounds good, but Leixia..."

Upon hearing this, Westhead looked at the silver-haired dragon girl, who shook her head and said:
"No need to invite me, Weiss, go ahead."

The white-haired dragon lady looked quite relaxed and at ease. She raised the corners of her mouth slightly and winked at Westhead playfully:
"We can meet next time. Anyway, I don't have to worry about tomorrow. Isn't the future time almost endless?"

"Your Highness, Regent, do we still need a final wrap-up and speech?"

After the trial participants dispersed, the secret trial of this Holy Tree Festival was officially over. According to the usual process, there was a final closing performance and speech - but that was without the arrival of the God Ancestor.

Selvira exhaled heavily and looked around.

The emperor's younger brother, Aligon, was already pale, biting his lower lip tightly, and his body was trembling. It was obvious that he was shocked.

The other dignitaries in the imperial capital were in a similar situation. They had long lost interest in watching the closing performance and were eager to go back immediately to digest everything that had happened in this secret trial.

The only one who could be considered to be in a very good mood was myself. I thought I had missed the throne, but unexpectedly, there was always a light at the end of the tunnel.

Since Leixia took the initiative to refuse the throne, doesn't the throne belong to me, the regent?
Selvira: "There is no need for a performance. Everyone is a little tired. Make the video of this trial as soon as possible and re-edit it for publicity."

The attendant nodded and said, "Yes, Your Highness, the focus of editing should be..."

Celyvera smiled and said, "Needless to say? Of course, we have to promote the absolute protagonist of this trial, Lord Qinghui."

The regent made no secret of her bias, because she could see the fundamental reason why Leixia refused the position of demigod.

Mr. Qinghui, you did a great job. Great job!
If there weren't so many people here, Selvira wouldn't mind kneeling down and kowtowing to Westhead when they were together in private.

This gratitude is beyond words and can only be expressed by building more momentum for Lord Qinghui.

Although the [Merit] provided by the video being watched is not of the highest quality, but little by little it adds up, and as long as there is enough traffic, it is still possible to obtain good [Merit], not to mention the reputation it brings.

Then the Regent clapped his hands and praised:
"Use him as the main propaganda of the video, so that the whole empire will know that—"

"Lord Qinghui is both a man of letters and a warrior, and he is very handsome."

(End of this chapter)