The Witcher: Elemental Lords

After everyone sat down, Dorre could see everyone clearly, every expression and demeanor was obvious.

He didn't need to curry favor with anyone now, he only needed to deal with this father-in-law. As for the mother-in-law, hehe, she had long found this son-in-law more and more pleasing to the eye.

Westlin sat down, coughed, and the hall quieted down.

He slowly opened his mouth and said, "The main reason for gathering everyone here today is twofold. First, I invited Dorre to our family gathering for the first time. Second, I want to ask these two people what exactly they mean. If possible, let's just consider today as an engagement banquet, what do you say, Dorre?" He looked at Ashia again, winking at her vigorously.

Ashia naturally knew what her father was thinking. Such an excellent man, she had to seize him quickly.

She looked at Dorre, her eyes shining brightly.

Dorre was a little surprised. Wasn't this a natural progression? Did it still need to be announced?

He turned his head, looked at Ashia, sighed in his heart, then made up his mind and slowly opened his mouth, "Originally, according to custom, I should have taken the initiative to visit. Isn't this kind of situation not in accordance with the rules?"

As the man, it was only right for him to announce his proposal in a high-profile manner. Now, being called to the house and questioned, it felt strange.

Everyone looked at each other, feeling a little unbelievable. Why was their father so anxious to marry Ashia off?

Especially Ave, he now understood that today was not Dorre taking the initiative to visit, but his father inviting him over.

This, it was too undignified. If this were to spread, where would the Rhine family's face be put?

He stood up, ready to object. His sister, and so outstanding, to just push her out so hastily, he didn't agree. Dorre was right, at least pick a good day and propose marriage actively.

Just as he was about to stand up, Westlin, sensing the thoughts of his eldest son, immediately turned his head and glared at him.

Seeing his father's gaze, Ave's knees, which had just straightened, softened again. He said sheepishly, "Dad, according to the rules, if Dorre wants to marry my sister, he has to propose marriage in a generous manner, right? Although I don't object, we can't let people laugh at us."

The Third Madam, who was already dissatisfied with Dorre, immediately raised her eyebrows and said, "That's right, our Ashia is a beauty in terms of appearance, and she is also top-notch in terms of ability. Everyone else can't wait to hold her in their hands, but you're doing the opposite, actively pushing her out. Isn't this too embarrassing for our family?"

Westlin's face darkened, thinking, "You know nothing." He said helplessly, "Some things, it's no use explaining to you. In a few days, we'll all be busy, and we probably won't even have time to meet, so it's just right to talk about this matter today."

Hearing this, everyone was a little surprised. What major event was about to happen? How could they not even have the opportunity to meet?

However, since Westlin had spoken, they didn't dare to argue.

Ave knew some things, but not completely. He only knew that the two major military regions in the northwest would have some movements, and the duration would not be short, but he didn't know the specific movements yet, as it was still a high-level secret.

The old father explained on one hand, but on the other hand, his gaze was like killing someone as he stared at him. Ave immediately didn't dare to speak, obediently sitting there, not moving at all.

If he dared to speak again, after Dorre left, whether his own butt was still there would be a problem. He didn't want to be carried back to the military camp, he would be laughed at to death by that group of subordinates.

The old man's authority could not be challenged.

Sure enough, under Westlin's seemingly explanatory but actually imposing manner, the Third Madam didn't dare to speak either.

Seeing this, Dorre thought it was true. He took a deep breath, then slowly stood up and said, "Since that's the case, then!" He turned his head to look at Ashia, his eyes full of affection, "Coming here today is to formally propose marriage to Father-in-law and Mother-in-law, asking for your approval."

He bowed deeply, about to kneel down.

Westlin hurriedly stood up and said, "Don't kneel, don't kneel, Ashia, you hold him back."

Ashia hurriedly pulled Dorre from the side, not letting him kneel down.

Dorre looked bewildered, and the people next to him were also bewildered. What was going on? Even kneeling was spared?

Westlin hurriedly explained, "Although you are not yet level seven, you are also a person with level seven combat power. You yourself represent a part of the rules. If you kneel, we will all lose years of our lives."

Next to Westlin, the First Madam and the Third Madam heard this and their expressions changed instantly. With a whoosh, they stood up and dodged to the side.

Losing years of their lives, no joke, they couldn't be without anything, but they had to have their lives.

Dorre scratched the back of his head. Was it that serious? His current identity was just a son-in-law, what did it have to do with strength?

Westlin said anxiously, "Dorre, don't just kneel to anyone in the future, unless the other party can handle it."

Dorre asked doubtfully, "Father-in-law, can't even you handle it?"

Seeing that Dorre was no longer concerned about this, Westlin smiled and said, "Your mother-in-law and I can handle it, but the other two can't."

Dorre smiled wryly and said, "Then do you agree or disagree?"

Westlin smiled, exchanged a glance with Laura next to him, "Naturally, we agree. It's fine as long as you two are good, our opinions are not important."

After a flurry of activity, everyone sat back in their chairs.

Ashia looked at Dorre, her heart filled with excitement. Her matter with Dorre was finally settled, and she didn't have to be afraid of being gossiped about. At this moment, her face was radiant.

She generously stood up, picked up the glass on the table, and respectfully bowed to her parents, saying, "Thank you, Mom and Dad, for your approval."

Seeing this, Dorre also picked up his glass, "Thank you, Father-in-law and Mother-in-law, for your approval."

Westlin then smiled and said, "What are you saying? With your future achievements, our Ashia marrying you is not a condescension, but rather a high climb, future Lord."

He picked up his glass and drank it all in one gulp with Laura next to him.

The matter was settled here.

The surrounding children looked at each other, future Lord, what major event had happened again, how did Dorre become a Lord?

A Lord of a region could be big or small. If it was big, it could be said to be on par with Wassenburg. If it was small, it would also be the master of a city.

However, they didn't dare to ask more.

Ave understood a little at this time, but under the old father's contempt, he didn't dare to ask or say anything.

Alright, then I won't ask.

He was tired of hearing about Dorre. Today, it was even revealed that there was a level seven golden corpse standing behind him, plus two wizard towers. Who dared to underestimate him? This kid had already grown into a figure comparable to a large family. Whoever married their daughter to him would be equivalent to gaining the support of a large force, which was worthwhile no matter how you looked at it, more practical than the Lauter family.

Within the family, Ophelia and others mentioned Dorre in front of him, all praising him.