The Witcher: Elemental Lords

He didn't need to put on a pleasant face for anyone, not even the emperor of a nation. He was now a Level 8, a force that could suppress an entire province in any empire.

Even emperors had to watch his expression when speaking, not just casually scold him.

He had reached that level.

Walking slowly out of the gate, Dorle looked at George, scanned the surroundings, then bowed slightly and said, "Emperor George, is there anything I can help you with?"

Seeing Dorle's expression, George knew that this man truly didn't care about his position as emperor anymore.

He smiled softly, then stood in front of Dorle and bowed solemnly.

As he bent down, Dorle felt a little baffled. What was George up to? But he didn't dodge and accepted the bow.

The surrounding ministers, seeing this, had twisted expressions on their faces.

However, they followed George and bowed as well.

After completing his bow, George ignored the actions of those behind him, laughed heartily, and came to Dorle's side.

"Wizard Dorle has achieved Level 8, adding another strong support to our empire. Moreover, your status is that of a royal consort and the lord of a county. Therefore, according to imperial regulations, your noble status no longer matches your current standing. So, with the agreement of the cabinet and the imperial family, we now bestow upon you the title of Prince. I wonder, does Wizard Dorle find this suitable?"

Dorle's lips twitched. He saw that behind George, a group of ministers wore various expressions.

He was already an imperial duke, and in terms of status, there was no higher rank unless he was a member of the royal family. Otherwise, a duke was the limit, and there was no possibility of further promotion. Now, he was being directly elevated to Prince. George was really racking his brains.

Dorle thought for a moment and shook his head slightly.

"Emperor George, there's no need to do this. I am already a duke, and there's no higher rank for me to achieve. I am not a member of the royal family, so being promoted to Prince is against the rules. Besides, I don't want to attend court meetings, nor do I want to manage politics. Occupying the position of a Prince is not appropriate. Why don't you go ask Ancestor Qian Yue?"

Dorle kindly reminded him.

George knew that Dorle would refuse, and then smiled faintly, "You underestimate the power of a Level 8. Take Vassenburg for example, there are three princes in total. One is the patriarch of the Glorious Royal Family, and the other is the leader of the Rhine Family. Do you know who the other prince is?"

Dorle really didn't know. In his mind, what did those princes have to do with him?

Seeing Dorle's expression, George knew that Dorle definitely didn't know and didn't want to know.

He immediately said, "It's the true guardian of the Northwest, the Level 8 of the Rhine Family. The empire has a rule that after being promoted to Level 8, as long as one is willing to serve the empire, they can become a prince."

Dorle's lips twitched. He glared at George and said, "That should only apply to members of the Royal Yao Family, right? I don't want to be a prince myself. Perhaps my sons and daughters will be princes in the future, so you don't need to give me this title. There's no need. Hurry up and leave, I'm busy right now."

Dorle bluntly rejected George. This guy was now like a sticky candy, insisting on clinging to him.

George's face turned green at this moment.

Dorle didn't want it? Dorle actually didn't want it?

You must know that every noble's dream in this life is to become a duke, and a duke's lifelong dream is to become a prince, but Dorle actually didn't want it.

Hearing Dorle issue an eviction order, George was completely distraught.

Behind George, the ministers actually felt relieved at this moment. It was good that Dorle didn't want it. What the situation of his children would be in the future was still unknown. They couldn't give Dorle the position of Prince now. With the status of a Prince, his power would be too great.

In the eyes of the nobles, power and status are equal. The number of imperial princes was already quite large, and now giving the position of Prince to another young man, what would be left for their noble families?

Therefore, they were extremely unwilling.

Now, Dorle not wanting it might be the best solution.

George was embarrassed. Dorle glanced at him, then turned around and returned to the wizard's tower, ignoring him.

George felt extremely awkward.

He came excitedly but left disappointed. And it was in front of all the ministers. Dorle really didn't give him any face.

However, George didn't mind. If Dorle didn't want it, then so be it. Anyway, he had already offered it. It was Dorle who didn't want it, not that he didn't give it.

Seeing Dorle ignore him and turn around to leave, George felt that this was the real Dorle.

He thought for a moment, turned around and said, "Since Wizard Dorle doesn't want the title of Prince, then let's cancel it. All the ministers can rest assured. A true Level 8, such a young Level 8, I hope you don't easily provoke him."

"There are some families that have conflicts with Wizard Dorle. I will try my best to resolve them, but don't go looking for trouble yourself. I won't be responsible if something happens."

George made his point clear, then turned around and passed through the ministers, leading the way back to the inner palace.

The ministers closely followed behind, walking cautiously, afraid of the surrounding magic arrays.

The inner palace was a forbidden area, especially the Imperial Mage Corps, which was the most forbidden of forbidden areas. The surrounding magic arrays were numerous. Even the key members of various families, the pillars of the empire, had no status to speak of when they came here.

George came quickly and left quickly.

His arrival was actually being watched by many people. At this moment, those Level 8s only had two words in their minds.

Embarrassing.

Inside the Imperial Mage Corps, among the ancestors, Ancestor Fire King was even more embarrassed. Dorle didn't give George any face, and George acted as if it was only natural, truly disgracing the empire and the royal family. He really wanted to drag him out and beat him up.

However, Dorle had advanced to Level 8, and he wasn't sure he could easily defeat Dorle. That guy had mastered Vasily's rules and had spatial abilities. Forget it.

Inside the wizard's tower, as soon as Dorle entered, Elrea jumped out.

"Why didn't you want it? The position of a Prince is higher than all of us, the true core of power."

Elrea was truly heartbroken.

Aishe, on the other hand, could understand. Dorle simply didn't want to deal with those trivial matters.

Dorle glared at Elrea, "When you reach Level 9 and occupy an area of over a thousand kilometers, you can be the king of an empire. What is a prince of an empire? Besides, do you think I have the leisure to stay in the capital and manage those petty things?"

Elrea muttered, "Then it would be good to leave it to the children. This is a hereditary Prince."

Dorle was speechless.

"If they want this position, I will not provide it. If they want it, they can fight for it themselves. I will not provide it for them."

Elrea didn't quite understand Dorle's thinking.

Aishe pulled on Elrea and said, "Okay, stop talking. Dorle doesn't want to stay in this world at all. We will all be leaving in the future. What's the use of having this position? Moreover, in the Northwest, a county-level prince will inevitably have to compete for power with Vassenburg. Even if there is no power struggle, the Rhine Family in Vassenburg will overthink it. It's better not to have it and quietly manage the Albis Mountains. There will be fewer things to worry about."