C51

Werther had never been interested in the dirty affairs of the Emperor. He just stood there naturally and didn't take the initiative to fawn over anyone. He swirled a glass of juice and slowly savored it. Kathleen suddenly said in her clear and cold voice, "Lord Roland Jr. 's cultivation is not bad. At such a young age, he must be at the peak of a Silver Warrior. Even reaching Gold-rank is only a matter of a year.

Werther's ears moved and he smiled calmly. "Your Highness, you flatter me. The Warlock who made the potions for me is called Carton. He is a Saint rank expert. The potions he made are too overbearing, causing my cultivation level to be far from matching my age." He wasn't afraid though. He was about to take advantage of this situation to let out the Smoke Bomb. When he displayed his abilities to his heart's content, he would have an excuse.

Kathleen smiled, "Then you are lucky. I heard that Master Karton is the only saint alchemist in the Grace Mainland. Many saint rank experts failed to find him to make potions." Count Roland actually has the ability to invite him, I presume the cost to do so is not small? "

Werther smiled calmly. "That's all my father's fault. He's never willing to tell me the price he paid. He only told me to train hard." Alas, I am touched by my father's love for me. "

Before she came, she had been assigned a paper by her father. On one hand, she was in contact with Nicholas, and on the other hand, she was trying to get a general idea of the Roland family's background. After all, Count Roland had gone from obscurity to fame, and there were too many tricks involved in this matter.

Werther chuckled to himself. "You want to get into my confidence?" No way! I can't just passively take a beating all the time, so I should be the one counterattacking. " Suddenly, he pointed at Bridget and shouted, "Isn't that the grandson of the Duke? I heard that he is a true battle qi expert and I've been wanting to seek his advice for a long time. "

Bridget's eyes were focused only on the princess. Seeing Werther point at him and shout, she was just worried that she wouldn't have the chance to get close to the royal family. She immediately rushed over. Are you the son of Count Roland? Are you interested in dou qi? I can teach you! " That being said, her eyes kept glancing at the princess.

Kathleen's face darkened when he came over, but she still maintained her etiquette, not daring to leave. Werther chuckled to himself. "Trying to trick me?" I'll give you some trouble first! " In the end, the crown prince helped his daughter out and smiled, "Father, didn't you want to ask Sir Nicholas to do an impromptu performance?"

The old emperor smacked his head. "That's right, that's right. Sigh. It's easy for people to forget things once they grow old." He called Nicholas and Anthony over and asked, "Nicholas, all of the young talents in Zhen's empire are gathered here. Can you help me take a look? Which one of them will achieve great things in the future and be able to inherit the roots of his father?"

As long as Nicholas selected the children of those families, they would immediately be able to stand up in front of the emperor and show off their strength for the future. For a moment, all of the young masters and young ladies straightened their chests, afraid that they would be blocked by the people in front of them. There were even some coquettish ladies who came to make fun of Nicholas, giving him a wink as if they were also part of the so-called "younger generation".

Nicholas laughed, "Your Majesty, what virtue or ability does Nicholas have to dare to choose talents for your Majesty?" The old emperor waved his hand without a care. "It's alright. You just have to say it, I just want to hear your expert's suggestions."

Nicholas' bright eyes started to scan the side of the hall, and anyone he saw would unconsciously straighten their chest and look back with a fervent expression. Nicholas maintained a calm smile on his face for more than ten minutes. Finally, he moved from one corner to the other and looked at everyone. Finally, his gaze stopped at the Grand Princess's face for a moment before retracting his gaze.

The old emperor asked with interest, "How is it?" Nicholas laughed, "The Klein Empire is prosperous and full of talents. The cultivation of the younger generation is very high, Nicholas is truly impressed. " The old emperor was getting impatient and asked directly, "There's no need for you to keep us in suspense. What I'm asking you is who will have great achievements in the future and be able to inherit the heavy responsibility of the empire." Nicholas slowly scanned the area again. This time, even the members of the royal family were a little nervous. Although Jacobi knew his own worth, he was still eager for Nicholas to add another vote for him. After all, this vote would have an incalculable effect on his future succession to the throne, even if his father was only the second prince.

After all, this was the imperial palace of the Klein Empire, one of the most powerful countries in the entire Grace Mainland. Anything that happened here would have a strong impact on the structure of the continent, not to mention the moment Nicholas opened his mouth, the lucky guy would enjoy the glory of "the young generation with the most potential in the empire"!

Nicholas' lips moved slightly as his gaze landed on a person. He smiled and said, "The entire palace is filled with talented people, but only you, my lord, are the true saint of men, the saint of dragons!"

The entire hall was in an uproar!

Only you!

Everyone followed Nicholas's gaze. Who was it? Who was this lucky guy?

Very quickly, everyone found him. It was him! It was actually him! Everyone revealed looks of surprise and disbelief!

Werther was depressed, really depressed. This Nicholas is really a person who finds fault. The Emperor told you to point out who has the most potential, but you just need to point it out and you actually pointed it out to him! Yes, Nicholas was referring to him!

A dragon among men! Saint of Men!

Werther was momentarily stunned. When he realized what kind of twists and troubles this sentence would bring to his life in the future, he hurriedly denied it, "Sir Nicholas, you must have seen wrongly, right now my cultivation is not bad, but it's all relying on Alchemy Potions. I don't have any chance to improve at all."

Nicholas' eyes were filled with a strange light. "Really? Sir Werther, do you really have no room for further improvement in your strength? But in my estimation, you will definitely be able to enter the Saint realm within ten years. This is ten years earlier than me! " To advance to the Saint-level within ten years? What kind of concept was this? How old is Werther this year? He seemed to be only eleven or twelve years old, right? A Saint-level expert in his twenties? Oh my god, is the world crazy?

The nobles present looked at Werther differently, and even Anthony and the two princes had strange looks in their eyes. A twenty-year-old Saint realm expert, although he had existed in the history of the human race for hundreds of thousands of years, the most recent one was already ten thousand years ago. Vitelland was a rare genius!

The Grand Princess's gaze swept over to him, and her gaze contained a deep sense of fighting spirit. Even though Werther was training his heart, his heart was pounding as he thought to himself, "That bastard Nicholas, how dare he say such words in front of the crowd. Isn't that just pushing me to the edge of the storm?" When I have the chance, I will definitely give him a good beating. Only then will I be able to vent my anger. "

At this moment, Count Roland stood up and spoke up for his son, "Sir Nicholas, I do not doubt your judgement, but Werther is still a child. If you predict his achievements so prematurely, it will bring him a lot of unnecessary trouble. The words were heavy, almost a direct challenge to Nicholas's dignity, but it made sense to think that it was a father defending his son.

Nicholas replied with an 'oh', looking at James with a faint smile. James then looked back at him without any hesitation. For a moment, their gazes locked. There seemed to be something contained within their eyes, but no one could see what it was. Nicholas' relaxed eyes gradually changed from questioning to amazement, then to certainty and finally to relief. He took the initiative to look away and muttered under his breath, "So that's how it is, no wonder."

He gave James a noble salute and said, "Respected Lord Roland, I apologize for my impetuous actions. I take back what I just said." Weng! * Another heavyweight bomb! Nicholas, the controlling authority in the Holy See, was actually apologizing to a powerhouse who had already stepped into the Saint realm!