"Then, young people, please accompany me, an old man, to entertain the guests." Therma shook her head helplessly and looked at Althea: "Even if it is an ordinary dance, the host cannot be absent."

Hearing the compromise in her words, Althea smiled and said, "Okay, aunt!"

Linard was obedient and shrugged, and the three of them walked through the long corridor and returned to the complicated and noble front hall again.

Some higher-status officials and dignitaries are always paying attention to the closed door.

When the door opened, Selma took the lead. Behind her, Princess Althea, who suddenly appeared in the eyes of the world, followed closely.

Next to the princess was the strange young man.

‘Is it coming?’ Some people were in high spirits.

Their information channels are extremely smooth, and they know a lot more about today's dance than ordinary people.

‘Today, the winner of the three heirs will be completely selected, and it seems that it should be the second princess Orthea.

What a pity...Third Prince.'

Most of the people who have this idea are officials who support the third prince. As a famous doer before the kingdom surrendered power, the third prince has many factions in the parliament and local officials.

To this day, many people still fall in love with His Highness the Third Prince.

The current Prime Minister of the Kingdom is holding his cane and saying nothing. Everyone knows that behind this Prime Minister stands the entire Holy Church.

He was holding a pocket watch in his hand, which was of simple style, but anyone with a discerning eye would be shocked by just glancing at it.

This is the legendary token given by the Temple God to his twelve loyal followers, and it has sacred religious significance.

If Linnard were here, he would be able to find that this thing is somewhat similar to the brass pocket watch in his mind, like a replica of the latter.

"Your Highness, it seems you have failed."

He muttered in his mouth and tapped the ground twice with his crutch.

After the secret code was sent, he didn't need to worry about anything else. Someone would naturally arrange everything.

The dance was announced to begin under the watchful eyes of a crowd of people with different thoughts.

Therma gave a brief speech and formally introduced the queen's legitimate daughter to the outside world. After Althea made a brief appearance, nothing more was said.

The following activities were extremely normal, just a 'dance' in the literal sense.

It is also true that if it is too normal, it will appear extremely abnormal.

The eldest prince, who had been standing with the Prime Minister, was at a loss. Everything they had prepared could not find the time to launch it.

I could only quietly watch Therma and Althea on the stage talking in a very official manner, confused.

'Could it be that the information is wrong? Aunt Therma hasn't made a final decision yet? It shouldn't be. The blood test results of my third brother and I have come out a long time ago, and even I have seen the copies.'

The twenty-eight-year-old eldest prince has a pale golden beard, and his broad shoulders hold up his suit of excellent fabric tightly. This makes him look extremely majestic, in no way similar to his legendary art-loving father.

Not the same.

His face was expressionless and calm, which was his usual expression.

The Prime Minister glanced at him and shook his head slightly.

He knew what it meant: 'It's not the right time yet, maybe next time.'

The eldest prince was a little unwilling. For today's news, he had lost a lot of manpower and information channels. For this, he had been preparing for a long time, and it could even be said that he had used almost all available resources.

Stop now, those lira spent on this can be replenished with human hands.

But some connections are really wasted.
Chapter completed!