Chapter 294: Supreme Authority Edwards

Who is Edwards? Why does it sound higher than the status of a king?

Creighton walked into the palace with these questions, and at the same time he had to lament Pleg's unreliability. They had already walked outside the auditorium and were about to meet the king, but the etiquette teacher promised by Pleg still did not show up. Although he had met the Queen of Dorne, Heron IV, and knew how to perform court etiquette, it was too late to instruct Donna and Louis at this moment.

When things came to a head, he decided to pretend that he didn't understand etiquette and be consistent with his companions.

The three of them took off their armor and weapons with the help of an attendant. Then, with straight faces, they walked through a group of armed attendants wearing gold and silver and dressed like ancient people until they reached the throne. They were all stunned. Standing on the ground.

The king on the throne is a young man about the same age as Clayton, with a medium build, red hair, and only a light beard on his cheeks and above his lips. The whole person looks listless and has no majesty to speak of.

Not only the king was like this, but most of the surrounding attendants were also like this. They were either squinting their eyes and looking away, or looking away absentmindedly. The overall atmosphere was indifferent.

"Where are you from?" The king asked them lazily, leaning on the armrest of the throne, as if he didn't care about the lack of etiquette, and the inquiry was just a routine matter.

Clayton cleared his throat and spoke first, telling them the identities they had made up before.

"A caravan guard from afar?"

The king's eyes fell on Louis' clerical attire.

In most sects of the White Sect, the higher the proportion of white in clothing, the higher the status. Pure black robes are a symbol of low-level clergy, and this tradition has lasted for more than a thousand years.

"I was a missionary," Louis said, knowing it wasn't easy to hide.

The king nodded slightly, then turned to look at the middle-aged attendant wearing a blue jacket and white trousers next to him: "Mr. Edwards, are they honest?"

The attendant had his eyes closed and seemed to be lazy. But when he opened his eyes, Clayton knew that was definitely not the case. His eyes were filled with pure darkness. Everyone felt a chill spreading with his sight. And the three outsiders who were watched by him could intuitively feel this power. It was a demonic power similar to Clara, but more powerful!

This man's physical features prove that he has an extremely deep connection with the devil and may have the power to read minds.

"They are not honest, but they are mostly sincere. They should not be spies sent by other countries. I think they can be welcomed."

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Clayton almost jumped up and attacked him.

The second half of the sentence makes people relax.

Fortunately, this is Wonderland, and Clayton doesn't need to worry about him lying, because a head-on confrontation is impossible. As long as the people from this country swarm up, even the werewolves can at most escape alone. The tactic of dying together cannot bring benefits to the creatures in Wonderland. No matter how much damage is done, lying will do Edwards no good.

The king nodded, not surprised at all, nor angry at being deceived, and it was not just him, but all the people here were like this.

"Then will they stay here forever, or will they go back soon?" the king then asked Edwards.

The latter's eyes were fixed on the package in Donna's arms. While sweat broke out on the girl's forehead, she answered the country's ruler without any respect: "Your Majesty, I think they will stay here, because they The body is here, just like ours."

"So they can join this country?"

"I think so."

The king nodded with satisfaction and looked at the three outsiders again.

"In this case, I agree with you to join this country. Are you ready to take the oath?"

Clayton's attitude was hesitant. He originally thought it was just an ordinary oath, but there was a wizard with a strong connection with the devil present. Maybe the other party would take this opportunity to drag their names into some obscure evil contract, and Donna's magical attainments may not be able to resist the opponent.

Edwards' power far surpassed that of Donna's, which was evident in the girl's terrified look, as she was completely overpowered.

Louis didn't care at all - that's what he looked like after coming to Wonderland.

Their different attitudes were exposed in front of Edwards. He was neither happy nor unhappy about it. His eyes seemed to be able to see through the deepest thoughts in their hearts: "I know what you want. Our purpose is common. You don't have to take an oath if you don't want to. But you must think clearly about the consequences. People without the protection of the state will quickly become like an oathbreaker."

"As long as we are human beings, we will follow this rule." He meant something.

Will displaced humans in the fairyland turn into evil creatures?

Clayton looked back at Donna. He didn't want to believe Edwards, but he couldn't bet that it was a lie. The psychological shadow brought to him by the evil creatures in the forest has not yet dissipated.

He couldn't imagine it if Donna turned into something evil.

"No, we are ready to take the oath." Clayton forced a stiff smile on his face, and he pulled Donna to his side.

A ceremonial officer came out from among the attendants. He was waiting for them with a thick book.

"If you are ready, then say to me: This country, I swear by everything I believe in, I will be loyal to you."

"This country, I swear by everything I believe in, I will be loyal to you."

As Clayton began to take the oath, Donna and Louis followed him.

The steps of taking the oath were unexpectedly normal, but Clayton still felt strange in his heart.

Things seemed to be going a little too smoothly.

If Mr. Edwards was a dark wizard who wanted to control them through hidden contracts and make them work for him, then his name would inevitably be mentioned in the oath, but in fact, the oath hardly clearly marked the object of the oath and their own real names. They only needed to be loyal to this country itself, not the king. The existence of the king was not important, so until now, they didn't even know the title of the king of this country in front of them.

Clayton couldn't help but speculate: Is it because the people in the fairyland will not die, and this king has always been ruling the country, so he doesn't need a title to be his unique symbol?

When the oath was over, Edwards did not show a smile of conspiracy. He just nodded silently and gave the dominant position to the king again.

"So from now on, you have to choose your new identity and concentrate on your work, and don't go beyond the rules."

Several servants brought clothes next to them and let them choose.

Blacksmith aprons, farmer's high-waisted pants, maid skirts, milkmaid's smocks.

The king looked at Luis, this one was special: "Mr. Reyes, you can certainly choose to do something else, but I recommend that you continue to be a priest here, we have always needed a priest,"

Luis nodded silently and did not refuse.

"Great. But the black robe is not enough for your work here. I will send someone to send you a white robe in a while. You will become the archbishop of this country, as for you..."

This time Luis refused: "This is not in accordance with etiquette. I am only qualified to wear black clothes."

But then the king denied his denial.

"There is only one priest in this country, Mr. Reyes. If you are responsible for all religious affairs, then your power is equivalent to that of an archbishop. It is not in accordance with etiquette to let the clergy who are responsible for educating a country only wear black robes."

Luis obviously didn't think there was such a saying, and was taken away by the servant in surprise.

Then, the red-haired king narrowed his eyes and looked at the uncle and nephew of Bello, as if he was expecting them to take the initiative to ask for it.

But they said nothing.

The king did not feel impatient because of the long silence, he remained calm:

"Still hesitating? Please don't worry, we have plenty of time."

"Please hurry up." Mr. Edwards spoke.

The contradictory instructions did not cause confusion, because his authority was greater than the king's. The attendants and servants around him immediately quieted down. They were no longer lazy, and their bodies stood like those stakes in the forest. All their eyes were wide open, staring at the two foreigners intently, waiting for them to make their own decisions.

Donna trembled under these terrifying eyes, but still insisted on accompanying Clayton, waiting for the moment when he needed to cooperate.

Clayton was lost in thought until Edwards urged him again, then he spoke: "I want to be a scholar who records the history of this country."

"There is no need to record history in this country." The king said: "Everyone here knows the history of the country."

"But every country has scholars who record history."

This sentence seemed to move the king. He looked at Edwards, hoping to get some affirmative instructions, but the latter shook his head, so he had to turn back: "But this country can have none."

"Does our country have institutions such as parliament and cabinet to share your worries?"

Edwards shook his head.

The king answered Clayton: "No, the king's power does not need to be shared with anyone."

"Then does the country need to buy newspapers to convey news?"

Edwards shook his head.

The king answered Clayton: "There is no news in this country, and we don't need people to spread rumors everywhere."

"Then does your majesty need someone with war experience to take charge of the army for you?"

Edwards shook his head.

The king then replied to Clayton: "No, we have a knight commander who is in charge of this matter."

After realizing that these people did not seem to have much emotional fluctuations, Clayton kept trying to obtain the identity that had the power to obtain global information. After ten minutes, the king was also a little embarrassed.

"Mr. Cray, the identity of the citizens of this country is not fixed. We can apply to re-determine our identity every month. If you can't decide your identity for a while, you can live here for a month and choose the one that suits your heart from the existing identities."

Clayton smelled a favorable atmosphere and immediately asked: "Is the king also an identity that can be selected? Can I apply to be king?"

The king was stunned and turned to look at Edwards, who nodded this time.