Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

As for the royal children who cannot pass the test, there is no need to worry, because the previous king who established this rule was merciful. He can understand that they are still young, not yet ready, and do not know how dangerous the world is.

Therefore, there will be a retest when they are 25 years old. Although the rewards after passing will definitely not be as good as those who pass it once, after all, they have the money in their hands and will not be worried. They can always leave some for their descendants and continue to mix in the aristocratic circle.

So what should I do if I still fail the re-examination?

of course……

Sorry, no remodeling here.

Since there is no way to cure it, then just wait for death. The royal family has money and food to feed many mouths, and cannot afford to support idle people.

Although it may sound cruel, in fact, if one already has excellent educational conditions but still misses both opportunities...there is basically no hope for him.

Having used up all their opportunities, they can only keep the title of prince/princess for life, receive a salary with a fixed upper limit, and cannot pass on the benefits to their children after their death.

In other words, if they did not have the opportunity that Mo Qizhong was poor, they could only hope that a capable Xiao Yan would emerge from their family, so as to avoid being kicked out of the aristocratic circle.

Therefore, the reason why Eleanor was called by Tenith to Sunshine City to suffer was actually because he wanted to use a successful internship to help her add a few more items to her resume, so that she would have more confidence when she defended her graduation thesis.

After all, opportunities always come to those who are prepared. The king's promise is only a promise. Even if she can be securely conferred the title of princess, if something goes wrong when she takes over the territory, the king will have a thousand legitimate reasons to reduce her power.

At least if she really becomes a princess in the future, don’t let passers-by open their mouths and say, “What? Her parents gave their lives for her, and she’s just a piece of paper to save face for the royal family.”

That's too sad.

Prince Philip and Princess Fia actually have similar purposes. The elder brother, who has passed the test for several years, brings his beloved younger sister out for experience, visiting various parts of the kingdom in disguise to take a look around.

I had originally thought that I would leave a good reputation, gain some experience, see the world, and make one last sprint before the assessment in May. But who knew I would be dug out in such a small place called Dead Tree.

Prince Philip's face was livid, and he hated the feeling that the situation was beyond his control.

But his younger sister was present. He had just taught her the life lessons of staying calm and being magnanimous in the afternoon. Now she had to set a good example.

So he couldn't say anything else and could only tremble with the corners of his mouth.

"So they are here to capture the pioneers who caused a disturbance in the Mage Tower? Mr. Viscount is truly a role model of a diligent nobleman, leading the team personally at this late hour."

"Haha, you're flattering me. It's just a small sense of responsibility. I've always taken His Royal Highness as my role model. I will do the same when the people are in trouble!"

After skillfully using his head as a stepping stone to flatter the prince, the Viscount, who had been fighting in the world of fame and fortune for many years, turned the topic to Princess Fia.

"And I see that the princess has a wise look, proper manners, and reserved behavior. She has a scholarly air. It shows that what I said about Your Highness being a good role model is absolutely true."

Ancient wisdom: a smart bootlicker will often use a smart approach.

Since he brags about his son when he sees his father and brags about his grandson when he sees his grandfather, he must talk about Fia when he sees Philip, a well-known sister-con.

So under the clever viscount's flattery, although Philip's eyes did not relax, at least the corners of his mouth finally showed a smile.

"Mr. Viscount, there is no need to be so modest. It is we who came to your territory without informing you, the landlord, first. We are rude."

The hinterland of the kingdom is different from those remote areas. The nobles here, no matter how big or small, must have their own ecological niche.

In other words, you have to have work to do. If you don't, who will lead you in the circle?

Considering that such a small viscountship can afford a top-notch hotel with a king's suite, Viscount Kurumu's specialty is naturally the "high-end tourism industry."

So seeing that there was a possibility of easing the situation, perhaps due to path dependence, the Viscount immediately and warmly invited the brother and sister to stay in the real top hotel in Deadwood City, which was his castle.

Well, money, wine, delicacies, music, women... Does Princess Fia need a handsome boy to accompany her? I think I... ah, forget it.

In short, he has prepared a complete set of cards, and he is sure that Philip and his sister will be impressed by him tonight.

Maybe you can turn a bad thing into a good thing and climb onto this high branch!

But to be honest, Philip didn't really want to go.

It’s not that he doesn’t like these things, but a mature person must learn to restrain himself. There is no free lunch in this world.

As a prince, a person who aspires to climb higher in power, he must learn to cherish his feathers.

But on second thought, this viscount is the famous Lord Anle. Although his territory and strength are not strong, he has a large circle of friends and trading network thanks to his subordinates' various entertainment businesses and almost zero aggressiveness.

He is Fia's brother, and it is definitely beneficial for him to lend a helping hand to her. However, as a prince, he has to learn to avoid suspicion in many places, and it is not convenient for him to show up in person.

Viscount Kurumu has a brain that's neither too big nor too small. If he could help her with some operations, it would probably save Fia a lot of trouble.

After all, this May...

However, I must fight for Fia!

So Prince Philip reluctantly agreed to Viscount Deadwood's request and followed him downstairs to the hotel.

However, just as they reached the corner of the stairs leading to the first floor, they saw a man in white clothes walking in from the gate from afar.

The hotel owner was naturally no ordinary man. In fact, he was the viscount's brother-in-law. At this moment, he was flipping through the account book at the counter, wondering how much money he should give to his brother-in-law today.

Seeing a stranger in ordinary clothes walking in, he, who was already upset because of the heavy bleeding, slammed the table and angrily ordered the waiter to kick him out.

When the Viscount saw this, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes and he waved his hand.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

He stopped the burly man who had rolled up his sleeves and claimed to be a waiter but was actually a thug. He walked up to the man and looked him up and down.

Black hair, brown eyes and yellow skin, this should be a so-called Oriental, an alien race that is very numerous among the pioneers but only exists in this group.

He nodded with a strange expression and laughed.

"Excuse me, young man, which noble lord are you working for?"

The man shook his head.

"You have received an invitation. Which noble lord are you going to visit?"

The man still shook his head.

"Oh, then I'm relieved."

Viscount Kurumu slowly took a few steps back and his expression suddenly changed.

"Someone, come here! This is the lunatic who attacked the Mage Tower in the evening. Capture him for me, sir!"

It's not that Ku Mu was reckless, but he knew that the highest level of pioneers was no more than level 30.

Although the knights under his command could not be considered a strong army in this place full of big guys, they were more than enough to defeat one of them when standing shoulder to shoulder.

And as mentioned before, the matter of the Mage Tower must be explained, and there must be a suitable person to take the blame.

This concerns the reputation of Lord Ku Mu, and whether the Ku Mu family is still qualified to survive in this land. This unlucky Oriental man just happened to be caught in the crossfire.

Just at this moment, a brilliant idea came to Ku Mu's mind, an idea that could kill two birds with one stone.

——Who said that this Oriental man only attacked the Mage Tower?

Is it possible that they attacked the Mage Tower just to divert attention, and their real purpose was actually to assassinate His Royal Highness the Prince?

So I got into trouble today because I was trying to help His Royal Highness avoid disaster. It was our Kurumu family that used our own interests to protect His Royal Highness!

loyalty!

But just as he was frantically writing the script in his mind and the hymn of loyalty had moved him to the point of almost bringing tears to his eyes, he discovered that the scene seemed to have gone awry in the first act.

Because the knights under his command were no match for the Oriental man. More than a dozen of them rushed forward but could not even grab the corner of the man's clothes.

What's even more embarrassing is that the man didn't take any action the entire time. He just used his bare hands, dodging left and right, and was able to escape their fully armed blockade time and time again like a loach.

This time he failed to show off and ended up being stupid. Viscount Kurumu quickly asked his brother-in-law to go to the military camp to get people. If he dragged it on any longer, he would be extremely embarrassed!

Behind everyone, Prince Philip had already closed his eyes in pain.

Oh my God, is it that there is a conflict between me and Ku Mu Ling? Why has nothing gone smoothly since I arrived here?

Just as he was about to step in personally to end this farce, Fia beside him asked in a low voice.

"Brother Wang, this guy's movements seem a little strange. Do you think he is an elf?"

Ok?

Philip looked carefully and found that it was true.

The reason why he didn't see it was not because he was uneducated, but because the man's body movements were similar, but not exactly the same.

There are only two possibilities in this case. One is that the person is uneducated and has only learned the basics. But considering that he can fool more than a dozen people, there is only another possibility.

"what!"

Philip smiled excitedly as if he had discovered some treasure, straightened his clothes, took a step forward, and said loudly.

"The Lord Chosen by God's physical skills are indeed exquisite, but using the inheritance of the Nine Sacred Clans to play tricks on these rural knights is a bit too much, isn't it?"

Hearing this, the Oriental man turned over and jumped onto the chandelier in a manner that could have irritated Newton to the point of starting a second life in another world.

"Wow, you are worthy of being called Your Highness. I knew that my tricks would not escape your eyes."

After completing a business flattery, Ji Ming put on the halo that could tell it all on his head, while at the same time dispelling the disguise of his face and charm.

He landed right in front of Viscount Kurumu, and raised his eyebrows as he looked at his fat, sweaty face filled with astonishment.

"Since the Viscount looks kind, I couldn't help but help you train your troops. Do you mind?"

The Viscount then realized that there was an Oriental man who was neither a nobleman's dog nor a nobleman's guest, but a nobleman himself and would most likely become a great nobleman in the future!

He quickly bowed his head.

"I don't mind, of course I don't mind!"

The group of knights, who had already been fooled, quickly put their swords, stool legs and other things behind their backs and followed suit in complimenting.

"The chosen one of God is very skilled in martial arts, and we lost!"

Ji Ming traveled around Huiguang and kept asking about the royal capital, especially the real masters of those kingdoms. Naturally, he knew about Prince Philip.

Since only sufficiently powerful offspring can pass the test and become a prince/princess, the so-called crown prince, who also bears the title of [Crown of Light], will naturally be chosen from among them.

Logically speaking, in order to avoid tragedies such as nine princes fighting for the throne and brothers fighting each other, the Prince of the Light Crown would be awarded very early, and in 80% chance it would fall on the first person who passed the test.

But now the Sun King's life span was too long, even longer than that of the queen on Earth. At least she passed on the throne, but here he outlived his eldest son, who had been the crown prince all his life.

Therefore, when Guangmai passed away in October last year, the king was deeply saddened and the whole government was shocked. It was considered a major event in the Kingdom of Glorious Light.

Not to mention Lingxi, who has friends all over the world for business, even the Deep Forest Kingdom sent a letter of condolence.

But the ones who are waiting for this old guy are not only his husband, but also his seven brothers and sisters who have become princes and princesses.

Having finally gotten the chance to move up, they couldn't hold it in any longer and began to use their connections to get to the next level.

——Strive for a hundred days and I will become the second generation of Light Crown!

The Sun King: Yet I refuse.

No one knows what's wrong with this old guy. All the ministers in the court and the relatives have tried to persuade and urge him, but he still can't decide on a suitable candidate.

After looking through the resumes of these seven children, they are either too old and might not be excited by the coronation ceremony, or they are too imposing and will probably instigate everyone to fight a decisive battle with the Deep Forest Army as soon as they take the stage.

Anyway, this doesn’t work, and that doesn’t work. The phone is running out of gas, and I still have the cooking wine that my mom asked me to buy stewing in the pot. Let’s talk about it later!

But the old king dares to delay, but the nobles do not, because those who have been in the power arena know that what is more important than doing things is taking sides.

If you stand on the right side, that’s great, you will have it for the rest of your life; if you stand on the wrong side, that’s great, you will continue in your next life.

In the past, when the old Guang Crown was around, everyone just supported him and that was it. But now the Sun King doesn't support anyone and keeps making all kinds of noises all day long, as if anyone could be the candidate.

There is no other choice, everyone can only join the game - let’s gamble!

One of the most powerful candidates is Philip. His fiefdom is close to the north coast, which is fertile land for both agriculture and commerce. It can be called a large money printing machine.

He has money, food, status and a circle of friends. Even if he loses the battle of Wang Xuan, he will be able to regain his footing. It is difficult to be completely overthrown. Therefore, those who stand on his side will not be purged too severely. At most, he will lose two pawns, so it doesn't matter!

And this is why Ji Ming would take the initiative to show off a little in front of him.

He might be the future Sun King. There is still a long way to go. It won’t be a disadvantage to leave a good impression in advance.