Author: Leader of the Tofu Naoxian Party

The weather is clear, the sky is clear, and it looks like spring.

In the palace of Chang'an City (formerly Nabulien, the capital of King Ige), a newly built majestic and gorgeous high platform overlooks the entire city, just like a high-ranking god looking down on his subjects.

Under the high platform, Myers and Bute were assigned to greet envoys from various countries.

At this time, the ten core team members who had been transferred through Zhong Ming's memory could not be said to be knowledgeable and talented, but they were barely useful.

"Princess Lucky, please come this way. Your seat is over here."

The short Mels wore high-heeled leather shoes, was polite and thoughtful, and tried his best to show his grace, leading Princess Lucky to the viewing position.

"How could it be possible? Why did it fail..."

Princess Leqi from the Principality of Magzic is only twenty years old. She has green hair, moon eyebrows and silver eyes, a delicate and straight jade nose, rosy lips, elegant and luxurious clothes, and a quiet and elegant posture. She is a rare beauty.

Son.

The most eye-catching thing is her pointed ears - a characteristic of elven blood.

Princess Maggie's eyes were blank and she stood motionless, obviously distracted.

"Princess Lucky?"

Mels looked at Princess Lucky with empty eyes and a distracted look, frowned slightly, and raised her voice a bit.

"Oh," Princess Lucky finally came back to her senses from her endless thoughts, hurriedly saluted, looked down at him, and apologized, "Sorry, Mr. Myers, I was thinking about something just now and was a little distracted.

Already."

When Mels saw Lucky's behavior, he knew it was not intentional, so he ignored it and prepared to take her to the place where the ceremony would be held.

"Ha, I think Princess Lucky doesn't need to apologize to him. Instead, he should apologize to us."

The speaker was dressed in a blood-red dress and had a frivolous look on her face. A trace of desire flashed in her eyes as she glanced at Princess Lucky.

"Oh, Your Highness Basta, I don't know where I am rude, please correct me." Mels raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.

"Oh, is there no one in your country?" Prince Basta asked.

"There are more than one million people in Chang'an, the capital of Asia. They can cover the sky with their sleeves and sweat like heavy rain. They are crowded with people. How can we say that there are no people in our country?" Myers said.

Prince Basta spread his hands and mocked in a funny way:

"In this case, why did Grand Duke Asshai send you as a diplomat?

Isn't it the greatest disrespect to send a dwarf as a diplomat to welcome envoys from various countries?" After saying this, he quietly winked at Princess Lucky.

"Looking for trouble? I didn't offend him either?" Myers' eyebrows drooped and his forehead wrinkled. He recalled the "Zuan Book" transmitted by Zhong Ming, straightened his thoughts, and said:

"Ha, His Highness Basta misunderstood. In our country's coronation ceremony, officials each have their own service targets. Outstanding officials are sent to greet the envoys of the outstanding country, and incompetent diplomats are sent to greet the envoys of the incompetent country.

.

As I am, so should you and your country be when I welcome you."

"puff-"

Princess Lucky, who was listening to the conversation between the two, couldn't help but laugh out loud. She realized that she was a little rude and quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

"You!" Basta was immediately angered and put his hand on the sword at his waist.

"What? Your Highness Basta wants to duel with me? Over here?" Mels pointed around and asked calmly.

"Hmph~" Basta remembered Grand Duke Wizard's instructions before leaving, snorted coldly, and walked towards the viewing area angrily.

"You are really good at talking." Lucky said to Mels as they walked.

Myers looked a little weird, touched his nose, and said, "His Majesty the Pope taught me well."

"They were all taught by Grand Duke Asshai? Then he is really an interesting person."

"Ha, His Highness Lucky said, well, you will be happy to meet His Majesty the Pope..."

…

The auspicious time has arrived. At this time, Zhong Ming is wearing a golden robe and holding a scepter, standing on a high platform, waiting for the arrival of the "God of Wealth".

The crowning of Zoya world kings (referring only to dukes and above) is generally crowned directly by their archbishop in their own country, with the king sitting on the throne.

If the Pope is crowning him in person, the king who performs the ceremony needs to kneel on one knee to ask the Pope to canonize him on behalf of the gods, demonstrating the divine right of kingship.

However, it is not the headquarters of the church and does not require papal canonization.

Zhong Ming's situation is very special. He is about to assume the roles of pope and king at the same time. No one can crown him and canonize him.

You can't just put a crown on yourself and let it go, that would be too hasty.

Fortunately, Zhong Ming still has his own god vest status to crown him. In this case, some demigod hero kings in the golden age have this treatment.

The golden stream of light flew towards the high platform at high speed, and suddenly, a figure glowing with hazy and sacred light appeared on the high platform.

The pressure of the gods has been restrained to the extreme by Zhong Ming, but the slightest hint of oppression still made everyone present bow slightly.

"Your Majesty."

Zhong Ming watched his energy clone half-kneeling and saluting him. This was the first time he experienced this wonderful feeling.

"The God of Wealth" nodded and said: "Respectable wise man, you have answered my question. This land is my reward to you.

You will represent my will, walk in the world, and shepherd the people on this land."

After saying that, a colorful crown appeared on the head of the energy clone and slowly fell towards his head.

After the crown was placed on the head of the energy clone, Zhong Ming's majesty spread throughout Asia:

"In the name of the Lord of Metal, the Protector of Machinery and Industry, and the God of Wealth, I declare that Ming Zhong is the legal successor to the royal power of this land."

…

After a self-written and directed coronation ceremony, it was an unprecedented joyful celebration.

Ryan led a group of guards and stood on the carriage, throwing silver coins into the crowd;

The older and younger Karl brothers led people to deliver flour and honey from door to door;

Lei Wen and his craftsmen urgently typed and printed official documents offering a one-year tax exemption for all citizens within the territory...

In the palace's domed hall, a cheerful banquet was also going on.

"Princess Lucky, why don't you go dancing? What do you want from me?" Zhong Ming asked, looking at the hesitant Princess Magzic who walked up to him.

"Ah, me." Princess Leqi heard Zhong Ming's voice. Thinking of her father's instructions to her before leaving, she looked a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.

"I, there was some misunderstanding between Magzhik and Yaxia earlier. Please see our sincerity..." She had an idea and found the topic.

"Well, it's just a misunderstanding. It's not a big deal at all. Your country doesn't need to worry about it..."

"..."

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