Huh? Are they all real?

In the Baratheon capital, Prince Adela was worshipping the royal mausoleum accompanied by the queen.

After offering a wreath to the founding emperor of Baratheon.

Prince Adela asked the queen beside him:

"I heard that in your Baratheon, even if you are not a member of the royal family, you can be buried in the royal mausoleum?"

The queen nodded and said:

"As you know, the seven dukes and anyone else who enjoys a state funeral can be buried in the mausoleum of our Baratheon royal family."

"Why is Duke Trajan not buried here?"

"I know that although you are enemies, Duke Trajan should have the qualification of a state funeral, right? What's more, he is one of the seven dukes."

These words are things that cannot be discussed directly in this country, but for Prince Adela, the unspoken rules of an empire are meaningless.

The only thing he needs to respect is other gods and kings.

The rest depends entirely on his mood.

The queen lowered her head slightly, and many thoughts seemed to emerge in her deep blue eyes.

After a moment, she said:

"There were many historical factors in those days. Besides, apart from the first seven dukes, the other seven dukes were rarely buried here. They were all buried in their respective fiefdoms."

Adela shook her head and smiled:

"It was the nobles who were killed by Lord Trajan who refused to give him a state funeral, right?"

The queen was silent.

Prince Adela continued:

"What a group of shameful guys. Don't be angry with the dead. If Lord Trajan were alive, I would understand any suppression and slander against him."

"But he is dead. If it were me, I would not do these things. I would strongly demand that Lord Trajan be given a state funeral, and even put his mausoleum next to the founding emperor. Replace the first Duke of Westeros."

"Westeros will always be the sword and shield of Baratheon. This is a motto that even an outsider like me has heard."

The queen did not respond to this meaningful remark, but just stood silently behind Prince Adela.

Prince Adela glanced at her and continued:

"Many people say that it is difficult to judge Lord Trajan's merits and demerits, but I wonder, what is so difficult about it?"

"A person who pulled this country back from the brink of destruction to prosperity, isn't he a great hero?"

"If such a person appeared under my father, he would definitely become my father's right-hand man and a role model that I need to learn from all the time."

"What do you think, Queen Ansha?"

Ansha gave an answer this time:

"You are right, Prince Adela."

Prince Adela raised the corner of his mouth, and he did not walk to the back.

He went straight to the exit of the mausoleum:

"I'm going to see Lord Trajan. I'll leave first. Ah, I won't leave until tomorrow. Before that, I want to look around your imperial capital alone, is that okay?"

The queen bowed her head slightly and said:

"If you want, there is naturally no problem. But this is just a mortal kingdom, and you, as a prince, may not like it."

Prince Adela stood where he was, turned back and smiled at the queen:

"For the time being."

After that, he continued to walk forward a few steps and then paused and turned back to add:

"After all, you are a glory angel of Sequence One!"

At this point, Prince Adela left here accompanied by the pure white knights.

At 13 Baker Street, the famous Crown Restaurant rarely has proofing in the middle of the night.

And all the staff are highly nervous and stay in place.

Because the Crown Restaurant has received the most distinguished guest in history-Prince Adela!

The senior chefs of the Crown Restaurant are sweating profusely at this moment as they prepare their own specialties.

The prince's greatest requirement is that he has no requirements.

The prince may not care whether these mortals make mistakes, but others do!

And what surprised the chefs was that the prince actually asked them to prepare eight extra tableware.

Obviously, the prince also wanted to entertain the eight pure white knights he brought.

This means that they have to prepare eight meals of absolutely no bad quality.

Normally this is not a problem, but now, this challenge is too great.

Because the pressure is too outrageous.

When the waiters finally served the food.

But the prince asked them to leave:

"I'm sorry, I want to eat alone with my friends."

How dare they deny the prince's request?

They all left and closed the door immediately.

After all the outsiders left, the eight pure white knights beside Prince Adela all stepped forward and pulled out the chairs.

But they did not sit on them, they just came to pull out the chairs for others.

"So, please show up, my friends!"

Eight old and slightly illusory figures, in silence, slowly walked out from behind the closed door one after another.

With their quiet arrival, it seemed as if a mysterious and invisible force was quietly awakened, and the layout of the entire room began to undergo incredible changes.

The color tone of the room began to change dramatically, from the initial brightness of the dawn to gradually and silently becoming low-key and retro.

The bright white ceiling that once shone like a gem was now being eroded by the dull dark green; the tender green curtains that were once as vibrant as spring were slowly covered by the heavy dark purple.

The whole room is like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life, exuding a retro charm.

The eight illusory figures finally became solid.

If there were outsiders here.

Then they would be surprised to find that these eight people are exactly the same as the eight portraits on the wall.

And those eight portraits are the first emperor Baratheon and the first seven princes.

"I am honored to see the dusty history appear in front of me, a young latecomer. I have prepared a small gift for your arrival, please don't despise it."

Looking at the table and food in front of the prince.

The eight people naturally sat down one after another.

The seven princes were on both sides, and the first emperor was opposite Prince Adela.

Watching them sit down, the prince took out a sheepskin scroll:

"This is a little thing I like very much. It is a fourth-level seal that is not as good as a third-level seal."

"That is, those things whose origins are completely unknown and whose functions are very useless and funny."

"Its only function is to tell me the food that the most noble person who has visited a place has taken."

"So let me guess your favorite food."

After spreading the scroll, Prince Adela said to the first emperor:

"An omelet and a bottle of Franti wine, wow, these are very common foods. You are really close to the people, emperor."

But the first emperor said strangely:

"I have never taken these things here."

The prince also raised his eyebrows slightly:

"Are you sure? This is Baratheon. Is there any guest more noble than you?"

The first emperor frowned deeply and said:

"I never eat common people's food."