Huh? Are they all real?

At the request of the new king, the coronation ceremony, which was as brief as possible, ended here.

However, no matter how brief it was, after the coronation, there would still be no shortage of envoys from all parties coming to the audience.

Originally, according to Ansha's plan, the envoys from all parties would come to the audience directly in the audience hall.

However, this was rejected by Moen.

The reason was that many envoys did not come from very wealthy countries. If they accepted their audience and gifts in public.

It might make their countries embarrassed.

After all, the gifts that they thought were enough to offer to gods and kings might be a complete joke in the eyes of others.

Reasonable requests can also show the kindness of the new king.

So Ansha did not object.

And personally planned which envoys should come to the audience in the same batch, and which envoys should be separated.

After all, there are also cases where the lords behind the envoys are enemies of each other.

Letting them together may not be a good thing.

Moen looked at the list arranged by Ansha himself.

From the beginning to the bottom, the whole page is people he knows.

At that moment, Morn broke out in a cold sweat.

Although Ansha would make anyone think that he was a complete Trajan.

But at the same time, these guys were also well-known figures.

It was not impossible that one or two of them would find clues directly through body movements.

Once his identity was exposed, it was no joke.

So Morn was very attentive and careful about these things.

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The first messenger to meet was Morn's old acquaintance, Trapolis Dusk, one of the Golden Flower Lords.

Among the many messengers representing the gods, he was the first to come, so he was naturally ranked first.

Elves always pay great attention to etiquette and elegance. In the past and now, human nobles basically learn from the long ears.

It was also because of his existence that Morn did not wear the ring during the entire coronation ceremony.

Under the instruction of the Eternal King, the twelve Golden Flower Lords jointly forged the Fool's Sword, and then the Eternal King went to the End Mountain alone and forged the ring that truly concealed the uniqueness in the flames of hell.

And used it as a sword hoop to integrate it into the Fool's Sword for sealing and camouflage.

In this regard, the Twelve Golden Flower Lords not only know about the Fool's Sword, they also know about the Lord of the Rings.

At least Roselorian knows it very well.

Moen is not sure whether Roselorian has told them everything after so many years.

In any case, we must be on guard.

When he saw Trapolis holding a delicate little box and walking in front of himself and Ansha under the protection of the Royal Knights.

Moen, who seemed very relaxed, was actually very alert.

Eternal King is a very early account.

Because he is not familiar with the game, it takes a long time.

So, the Twelve Golden Flower Lords are one of the NPCs who have been with Morn the longest.

And now, not only has the NPC come back to life, but he is also standing in front of him.

Moen tried very hard to recall what he did as the Eternal King.

Try not to make similar moves.

Moen also wondered if he was making a fuss.

But immediately, Morn denied this.

Because the higher the sequence, the stronger the inspiration.

In this case, if I, who was originally the Eternal King, really gave the other party a sense of familiarity because of a certain action, then the pervasive inspiration might really do harm.

The same is true for the rest of the people.

"Terrapolis Dusk, one of the twelve golden flower lords, follows the great Eternal King and swears to serve the Holy Tree for life."

Under Morn's gaze and voice, Trapolis knelt on one knee and saluted:

"I am honored that you are willing to remember these things, respected Sword and Shield King! Even the elves far away from the world have heard of your greatness and kindness."

"It is really the greatest luck for Baratheon that you can become the king of this land and lead the people of this land, Your Majesty!"

With every character Trapolis said, Ansha's chest was more and more upright.

Yes, my teacher, my king is so excellent.

You all take a good look!

Admire the great figure of my king and offer praise and congratulations.

Morn had no reaction to Trapolis's praise.

He had almost developed calluses on his ears from listening to the praises of the Golden Flower Lord.

Moen clearly remembered that it was because these elves kept talking about the great king and the supreme supreme being every day.

That made Moen feel from the bottom of his heart that they were just a group of NPCs who could only repeat lines and flatter the players.

Who would say these things every day?

Moen just carefully observed Trapolis's reaction to see if he found anything wrong.

Fortunately, there was no problem at present.

Sure enough, in the Kingdom of Dust of Light, he could still breathe a sigh of relief.

But immediately, Moen couldn't help but lean forward slightly.

Because he saw Trapolis suddenly look up at him, and said with a slightly complicated look:

"To be honest, Your Majesty the Sword and Shield King, you really remind me of my Majesty."

No, how did you see that I look like 'me' next to Ansha? !

Ah, damn, it seems that it is right to see it.

After a brief moment of shock, Moon burst into laughter:

"The Eternal King, the great Eternal King, the benevolent Eternal King. There is actually a Golden Flower Lord who says that I am similar to such a great person."

"Tell me, friend from the Holy Tree. Why do you know so well?"

You said, I will change it immediately.

In response to this, Trapolis shook his head in surprise and said:

"I'm sorry, King of Sword and Shield. I, I can't give you a reason. It's just that after seeing you, I thought of my Majesty."

Having said this, the Golden Flower Lord became silent.

Moen is getting more and more nervous, you won’t react, right? !

But on the outside, he still showed curiosity and calmness.

To be honest, Moen has never been so concerned about his acting skills.

And the biggest problem is that this is the first person.

After a moment of silence, Trapolis continued:

"You, like His Majesty, are both so kind and great. You. You are all supreme kings, enjoying the love of gods alone."

"But, like His Majesty, you are willing to treat every mortal gently and equally."

"I was once just a humble wood elf. I was neither a member of the high elves, nor could I witness the glory of the holy tree. I couldn't even get close to Lothlorien Forest."

"It was Your Majesty who abolished these so-called regulations, and it was Your Majesty who discovered and accepted me as his personal attendant."

"Your Majesty has completely united the elves. Your Majesty has made us understand what kinship is and what love is. We will always remember it to this day."

"If it is the original that shaped the bones and blood of the elves, and the holy tree gave us prosperity, then His Majesty the Eternal King is the one who gave us our hearts."

"And without heart, there is no civilization."

As he spoke, Trapolis lowered his head and said:

"I'm sorry, King of Sword and Shield, I'm sorry to say this in front of you, but in front of a king as great as my Majesty, I really can't help but think of my Majesty."

"You, you, do you know why this is?"

I don’t know if it was an idea that emerged subconsciously or was driven by something else.

Trapolis suddenly looked up at Moen and asked such a question.

Do I know why?

Of course I know, you are talking about me!

But I can’t fucking say that, Ansa is right next to me!

One god and one king is an iron law. Moen doesn't know how the original and the world will react if this iron law is openly violated.

But Morn knew how the other gods would react.

The king is the most precious and only treasure that God will never give up.

Not even sharing.

The angels given to the king and the women around the king are not sharing, because they are not even human beings in the eyes of the goddess.

It is an object through and through, a toy.

The most it can do is add the title of a high-end toy.

But what if there was another goddess involved.

That is a declaration of war. The king will be fine, but there will definitely be only one goddess left.

And in this process, what will happen to this world is something that only Yuanchu knows.

Anyway, Morn doesn't think the world can survive another Apocalypse battle.

However, Morn still could not understand why the sacred tree and the shadow were safe and sound until now.

So how to answer?

If the answer is not good, this guy will probably find out!

Amidst the lightning and flint, Moen chuckled and said:

"The Lion-Hearted King, the Moon King, the Rose King, the Eternal King and other supreme kings are all my role models."

"When I was young, whenever my teacher told me the stories of the kings, I would be particularly fascinated."

"That's why I always vowed that if possible, I would become a great king like them."

"I'm lucky. I met my goddess and fulfilled my childhood vow."

Moen held Ansha's hand and looked seriously at Ansha, who turned her head slightly because her face was blushing.

Moen's answer was very clever.

This shows that there were many such kings in history, and he was just a follower who happened to become the king.

And at the end, Moen also specially emphasized Ansa to invisibly remind Trapolis that one god and one king is an iron law that has never been violated.

Sure enough, Trapolis also nodded and said without any thoughts:

"Yes, in my long life, there have been many kings and gods as great and benevolent as my Majesty. They are all true nobles who absolutely match their status."

"King of Sword and Shield, I am honored to meet an equally great king in this era!"

"Therefore, please honor me to accept the gift from the elves."

Trapolis gently opened the box he had been holding.

Two things lay quietly inside.

A leaf as clear as emerald jade and a pair of silver gloves.

At the first sight, Moen knew who they came from.

The leaves are from the holy tree, and the gloves must be Lothlórien.

While Moen was still watching, Ansha had already spoken:

"Are those leaves from the sacred tree?"

"Yes, Goddess Ansa. This leaf comes from the holy tree. And the pair of silver gloves come from Lord Shadow. They are woven from the silk of the demon spider Shelob under the Mountain of Terminus."

"The demon spider Shelob, I have heard of it. It is a dark monster that almost became a god. It is said that it was killed by His Majesty the Eternal King?"

Trapolis laughed and said:

"It almost became a god, but it was not His Majesty the Eternal King who killed it, but Lord Shadow!"

The Shadow killed the spider? !

If so!

Morn was surprised and said:

"Shelob established Shadow's position as a god?"

Not many people knew about this, but Trapolis was not surprised.

After all, it was normal for people to guess it.

No matter how many monsters met the twelve trials at that time, they were all famous.

"Yes, His Majesty the Eternal King specially named the monster Shelob to complete Lord Shadow's last trial."

Damn it, I should have killed the spider if I had known it earlier!

Otherwise, why would it come to this? !

By the way, why did I let the spider go?

Ah, because there should be a spider monster under Mount Doom!

Otherwise, how can I pay tribute to "The Lord of the Rings"! ?

Thinking of this reason, Morn really wanted to slap himself.

All his troubles were caused by this damn tribute.

And Roselorien, I specifically called you Roselorien, shouldn't you benchmark the Elf Queen Galadriel?

Why did you go to kill Sheluo!

Morn was so sad that he wanted to cry.

After a long while, Morn smiled brilliantly and asked:

"Can I ask a question? If you feel it's inconvenient, don't say it."

"You make me feel panic, Sword and Shield King."

"But, what do you want to ask?"

In the question of Trapolis, Morn asked directly:

"Roselorien Shadow, she became a god, so who is her king? Why can I only find some rumors based on hearsay?"

"And those rumors are a little bit unbelievable."

Morn knew the answer, but Morn wanted to get confirmation from the elves.

A Golden Flower Lord is obviously the best choice.

In response to Morn's question, Trapolis said directly:

"Because Lord Shadow's king has also passed away."

"So, so Lord Roselorian's king is really?"

"Yes, Sword and Shield King, Lord Shadow's king is also His Majesty the Eternal King. From the beginning to now, the elves have always had only one king."

This is the answer he knew a long time ago, but when he really confirmed it, Morn still felt a little overwhelmed.

Forcing himself to act clear and surprised, Morn nodded and asked the thing he wanted to know most:

"But, there has never been such a thing as two gods and one king, which makes me feel at a loss for words. So?"

This is the greatest blasphemy in everyone's cognition.

So much so that Morn didn't know how to phrase it.

Trapolis still answered Morn.

Because Morn did remind him of the Eternal King.

He lowered his head and gave the answer in an extremely lonely voice:

"Because the king is gone, that's all."

Because the king is gone, they are not two goddesses who are hostile to each other.

They were just two poor gods who had lost their queen and were cuddling together for warmth.

But the king was still there.