Blumer's Request

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In the center of the hall, many people surrounded Blumer, greeting him warmly. Blumer's brother was already a Saint Realm Saint Realm, and Blumer would likely become one as well. No matter how powerful a family was, they wouldn't be foolish enough to offend Saint Realm expert.

Blumer simply nodded slightly to the numerous nobles.

"Secular power?" Blumer looked down on those.

Deep down, he admired his Olivier the most, and even the swordsmanship that Blumer practiced was passed down to him by his brother after he had comprehended it.

From a young age, Olivier displayed remarkable talent and always stood up for Blumer. If anyone bullied Blumer, Olivier would definitely avenge her brother.

"My elder brother is cultivating on that lonely mountain; I wonder what level he'll reach," Blumer thought to himself.

Nearly nine years ago, his elder brother entered the Holy Domain for the first time and easily defeated the Starry Sky Sword Saint Tylon. At that time, some people believed that Olivia had the strength to challenge the peak powerhouses of the Holy Domain.

Olivier did not indulge in material pleasures, but instead went out alone to wander and practice asceticism.

Three years ago, Olivier underwent solitary rigorous training on a desolate mountain outside the Imperial Capital. No one knew what level of strength Olivier, who had challenged Saint Realm- level experts nine years ago, had reached now.

"Perhaps one day, my older brother will also reach god-level." In Blumer's heart, his older brother was the most dazzling genius, and there was nothing his older brother couldn't do.

And that is indeed the case.

Olivier is indeed a peerless genius; even the War God admires him and wants to take him as his disciple.

"His Majesty has arrived." Many nobles noticed His Majesty's arrival and immediately returned to their positions, forming neat rows to respectfully greet the Emperor.

Joanne O'Brien, the current emperor of the O'Brien Empire, is a wise ruler, except for his minor flaw of favoritism.

Joanne An was quite tall, standing at 1.9 meters. He inherited the imperial emperor's characteristic of cultivating battle qi, and was also quite robust. He sat on the throne wearing imperial robes.

"Haha. Where is Blumer?" Emperor Joanne laughed and looked down. Joanne was exceptionally happy today. Neither his father nor his grandfather had ever bestowed a title upon a disciple of the God of War God. Yet he had this opportunity.

This kind of opportunity might only come once in a lifetime.

Among the nearly eight hundred people below, Joanne couldn't find Blumer for a moment. Blumer stepped out from the crowd, stood in the center of the hall, and respectfully bowed, saying, "Blumer greets His Majesty the Emperor!"

Joanne looked at Blumer carefully and exclaimed, "Truly remarkable! The Achisoren Family has unexpectedly produced two geniuses at once. You're no less talented than your brother!"

A slight smile appeared on Blumer's face.

Blumer felt proud when others compared him to his brother.

"I am very pleased that you have become the personal disciple of the War God. I hereby bestow upon you the hereditary title of Marquis, a mansion on Fushi Road, one hundred guards and maids, and one hundred thousand gold coins," Joanne said loudly.

Those around her looked at Joanne with envy. Generally, the rank of a noble title would be downgraded with each generation. If the descendants were too incompetent, they would become commoners after only a few generations.

Hereditary titles, however, are different; they are absolutely not subject to demotion. A hereditary marquis title is far more prestigious than some ordinary duke titles. The empire has many dukes, over a hundred, but most of them are not hereditary.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Blumer said respectfully. Joanne nodded in satisfaction. In fact, this kind of bestowal was standard procedure. Every disciple of War God was a marquis, and the title was hereditary.

Wharton stood among the nobles and ministers, looking at Blumer, who stood aloof in the center.

Last time, when the War God Sect selected its disciples, he was defeated by Blumer. As for the Emperor's favor, he granted him a hereditary Earl, fifty guards and maids, and fifty thousand gold coins. Blumer's reward was clearly a level higher than his.

Wharton didn't care about material things.

But in his heart, Wharton already considered Blumer a worthy opponent. "Although he is almost ten years older than me, he is just an ordinary person, while I am Dragonblood Warrior. These two factors cancel each other out, and no matter what, I cannot be weaker than him." Wharton was extremely competitive.

This competitive spirit is something I keep hidden in my heart.

"Blumer, I am in a very good mood today. This is the first time since I ascended the throne that I have conferred a title upon a disciple of the God of War God. Haha, tell me, what else do you want? As long as it is reasonable, I will definitely grant it." Joanne's voice resounded throughout the Wugong Palace.

All eyes in the Wugong Palace were drawn to Blumer.

In fact, Joanne's words were just a polite gesture. Historically, most direct disciples would express their gratitude to His Ende and would not make any further requests.

"Your Majesty, I do indeed have a request to make," Blumer said.

Wharton also looked at Blumer with slight surprise.

"Speak," Joanne said, waving his hand confidently.

Blumer bowed first, then said, "Your Majesty, I have seen Your Majesty's Seventh Princess and fell in love with her at first sight. I humbly request Your Majesty to marry the Seventh Princess to me."

Blumer's words echoed throughout the hall, leaving everyone completely stunned.

I'm proposing marriage!

Blumer actually proposed marriage.

Upon hearing this, Wharton felt dizzy. He shook his head, his gaze fixed on Blumer in the center of the hall.

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Blumer, however, simply looked at His Majesty the Emperor.

"I implore Your Majesty to grant my request," Blumer said again.

Almost all the nobles and ministers around him turned their attention to Wharton. Who in the entire Imperial Capital didn't know about Wharton and Nina's affair? And some time ago, the son of the Left Chancellor of the Empire, Kailan, even personally told the Emperor to give up pursuing the Seventh Princess.

Many people believe that Nina and Wharton are definitely a couple.

Even Emperor Joanne was secretly planning to choose a date for Wharton and Nina's engagement. But Blumer's request touched Joanne's heart. Joanne glanced at Wharton, who stood out in the crowd. Wharton was 2.2 meters tall, the tallest among the nobles and ministers.

Joanne laughed and said, "Blumer, I'd love to grant your request, but I must first consult Nina's opinion. Don't rush me. Haha."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Blumer said nothing more. Wharton merely exchanged a glance with Blumer from a distance before both of them left the Wugong Palace. Blumer's sudden move had indeed caught Wharton off guard.

Emperor Joanne strolled through the garden, in high spirits.

"Olivier disregards fame and fortune; I'd find it difficult to recruit her. I was even considering how to win over the Achisoren Family. But alas, alas..."

In Joan's mind, Olivia, who easily defeated the Starry Sky Sword Saint Tyrone upon entering the Holy Domain, was indeed a person worth winning over.

His younger brother was a direct disciple of the God of War God.

This Achisoren Family can be said to have two great Saint Realm in the future.

"Olivier is already so powerful since entering the Saint Realm, her future achievements will surely be even more astonishing. Moreover, I cannot disrespect the War God God's personal disciple." Joanne frowned. "But, that Wharton..." This was also the reason why Joanne did not immediately agree in the main hall.

Wharton and Nina were mutually in love.

"Wharton is backed by a declining Dragonblood Warrior Clan, while Blumer is backed by the War God and Olivier."

Being a disciple of the War God was a status that Joanne was quite concerned about.

"Let's stall for time, no rush." Joanne decided to continue using the same strategy he employed against Wharton and Kailan's struggle for control. However, deep down, he was already leaning towards Blumer.

Meanwhile, the nobles in the Imperial Capital Chiyan City, were unaware that Lin Feng and his team, comprised of members from six Saint Realm, were en route to the Imperial Capital.

Several days have passed since Blumer was knighted.

"My lord," the guard at the entrance of the Count's Mansion's mansion said respectfully.

Wharton acted as if he hadn't seen the guards at all, ignoring them completely, and walked straight into the Count's Mansion. The two guards exchanged a glance.

"The Earl hasn't been in good spirits these past few days; he seemed quite distracted just now."

"Yes, they always smiled at us and even greeted us in the past. It seems that Blumer's marriage proposal in the hall had a great influence on the Earl."

News of Blumer's marriage proposal at the Wugong Palace had spread throughout the entire Imperial Capital.

Most people in the Imperial Capital knew about Wharton, Seventh Princess Nina, and Blumer; their conversations could be heard everywhere in the streets, alleys, taverns, and restaurants.

"Wharton, what's wrong?" a voice rang out.

Wharton looked up and saw Hillman's son, Nade. Wharton shook his head and sighed. Nade understood something. "Is it because the Seventh Princess hasn't arrived?"

"Hmm." Wharton nodded.

Wharton and the Seventh Princess often went on dates, and the times and places of their dates were quite regular. However, since that incident at the Wugong Palace, apart from the day after the marriage proposal at the Wugong Palace when Nina met with him, he hadn't seen Nina for the other three days.

Wharton was naturally very upset that he couldn't even see her.

Nade also felt indignant on Wharton's behalf, scoffing, "What's wrong with that Blumer? He actually proposed marriage to the Seventh Princess. He's really sick."

"There's no point in saying anything more now," Wharton said, shaking his head.

Just then, a clear voice called out from outside the door, "Earl Lord, Earl Lord." Wharton turned around and saw that it was Ruth, the personal maid of the Seventh Imperial Princess.

"Let her in," Wharton said immediately.

The guard let Ruth run in. Ruth, panting, rushed to Wharton and said, "Wharton, Her Highness the Princess is under strict orders from His Majesty to remain in the palace and not leave. Even I had to go to great lengths to get out. This is a letter Her Highness asked me to give you. Here you go. I don't have time here anymore; if I get back too late, it will be terrible."

Ruth handed the letter to Wharton, who took it in a daze. Before Wharton could say anything, Ruth ran away again.

"What does Your Majesty mean by this?" Nade frowned, somewhat indignant.

Wharton immediately opened the envelope, took out the letter, and began to read it. As he read its contents, a warm feeling washed over Wharton.

A burst of cyan battle aura erupted in Wharton's palm, shattering the letter into dust.

"His status as the War God's closed-door disciple, along with Olivier's presence, seems to have swayed His Majesty towards Blumer." Wharton was well aware of this.

If Your Majesty hadn't forbidden Nina from going out, Nina would have spent a lot of time with Wharton instead of Blumer.

This ban is clearly biased towards Nina.

With a snort of anger, Wharton was helpless. His transformed state was only at the peak of level nine; what kind of trouble could he possibly cause in the Imperial Capital?