335: Chapter 335: Shattered Illusions 335: Chapter 335: Shattered Illusions As ti flew by, Zhao Guang rented a room at a high cost in a hotel the next day.
It must be said, during the Harvest Festival, renting a room is really expensive, and the key point is that it’s extrely troubleso.
Many rooms are reserved in advance, but fortunately, this world also has the existence of scalpers.
Without these scalpers, I really wouldn’t have been able to rent a room at this ti.
Of course, the closer it gets to the end, the more scarce the rooms beco, and prices will drop after tomorrow.
“This place is still quite far from the venue, but although we can’t see the event, it ensures safety.
Rember, no matter what happens outside, try not to co out.”
“Master, please rest assured, I will definitely take good care of everyone,” Xi Fei glanced around.
During this ti, Xi Fei had not been without progress—her strength was almost reaching that of an Interdiate Fla Mage.
With the dominance of an early-stage Magician, once she made her breakthrough, she could take on several Interdiate Warriors like Coscola by herself.
“Alright, when I’m not here, Xi Fei, you make the decisions.
But do listen to Qiao Miya and the others’ suggestions.”
Being closer to Zhao Guang, Xi Fei had a higher status, that was for certain.
Besides, as one of his own, Zhao Guang trusted Xi Fei more, at least more than the others he had only known for a few days.
However, Zhao Guang also understood that when it ca to handling specific matters, Xi Fei couldn’t compare to them.
Qiao Miya and Miller were no ordinary people—their managent experience and worldly wisdom far surpassed that of Xi Fei.
As for Jeana, she was like a mascot, who could help out in battle, but was otherwise best staying quiet.
Zhao Guang left quickly as he had many things to do today.
A bunch of ritual officials of the Royal Family had already been waiting at this place, preparing clothes for these newly elevated nobles and teaching them so etiquette.
There’s no help for it, these things are simply not learned in ordinary tis.
Especially for nobles who have advanced through military achievents, they usually pay even less attention to these matters.
It just happens that the Chirali Empire values military achievents the most, which leads to mutual disdain between military nobles and other nobles.
And those nobles affiliated with the Royal Family dislike both of these types of nobles.
Looking around, it seed that there was no intention of interacting with each other.
But from their positioning, it was clear that these people had indeed interacted with each other.
Over this period, they had already ford their own little cliques, and Zhao Guang, who had not interacted with them, was excluded.
There were others who had thought about approaching to make connections, but upon seeing the people around, they had to temporarily give up.
Fortunately, this awkward atmosphere soon ended.
Once everything was dealt with, the ritual officials went to sort out the lists, and they were no longer required to wait at the place.
Zhao Guang soon spotted the very conspicuous Ocoro in the crowd.
Strange, where had this guy gone just a mont ago?
But Ocoro’s popularity was truly thriving, as he was surrounded by a large group of people.
Zhao Guang, who had just approached, heard what they were discussing and beca speechless, wanting to leave.
But it was too late, Ocoro had already spotted him: “Look, there’s Zhao Guang, Zhao Guang, co over quickly.
Everyone wants to hear your thoughts on the arts.”
So that was it, those gathered here were actually so artists.
No wonder Ocoro had not been seen just now—most of these artists were not of military backgrounds.
It makes sense, after all, soldiers with military achievents would not usually be involved with the arts.
Helpless, Zhao Guang had to walk over and recite so famous quotations he had noted down recently.
He didn’t know that by speaking these words, he would face consequences in the future.
“Here he cos, look, it’s His Majesty the King.” Suddenly, everyone stopped their discussions.
On the high platform, an old king who looked to be over fifty years old walked up.
That must be King Charlie the Thirty-Second.
But in this world, people generally have longer lifespans, so although he looked to be around fifty, he could actually be in his seventies or eighties.
With the technology of this world, the King’s lifespan usually exceeds a hundred years, so he has plenty of ti left to live.
“Look, there’s Princess Balola, the Grand Duchess.
It’s too bad she’s a woman, or else she would definitely be the most suitable to be the next King.
In terms of ability, no one can compare with the Grand Duchess.”
Zhao Guang took one look and was flabbergasted—this person is a Princess?
He saw a sturdy woman over two ters tall walk up, with her gown and jewelry looking completely mismatched on her.
She walked with a strong, swift stride, dangling jewelry making noise as she moved, and Zhao Guang even worried that so of the jewelry might fall off.
The legs revealed below her dress, with their conspicuous muscle definition, resembled a powerful mountain of flesh.
“Father King, I am late, I had to deal with so matters.”
“No harm, you’re the first one here, others have not arrived.
Today’s the Harvest Festival, unavoidably there will be things to do, but you should also take care of your rest,” said the King gently nodding, quite satisfied with his daughter.
“We didn’t arrive late, we’ve been waiting down there all along, it’s just we couldn’t co out because it wasn’t ti yet.”
Two more people made their appearance.
One was tall and thin, like a beanpole, with a face covered in pockmarks, while the other looked quite old, seemingly older than the King himself.
“That is Prince Sikell, and over there is Prince Oro.
I don’t know much about these two, but it’s best not to provoke them.
They look down upon us nobles from outside and usually court officials from the Imperial City.”
Zhao Guang’s eyes grew wider—these are Princes?
That beanpole is the Prince, and the one beside him looking of a ripe old age is actually the second Prince.
Anyone unaware would think they were grandfather and grandson.
“Today, my illusions about Princes and Princesses have been completely shattered.”
“What illusions?” Ocoro seed to think nothing of it.
“I thought when a King takes a wife, it would always be the pretty kind, and that the Princes and Princesses down the generations would all be good-looking.”
Ocoro looked incredulous, “How is that possible?
How could a King choose a Queen based on beauty?
Their choices are always based on what’s most beneficial for the nation, usually involving very strong backing forces.”
“So, those with strong backing forces are all unattractive?” Zhao Guang attempted to argue.
“Everyone chooses for the benefit of their family.
However, speaking of which, this generation indeed falls short in terms of outward appearance,” even Ocoro started sensing sothing was off.
“Quick, look, the Second Princess Xilili has arrived too,” Ocoro pointed out, indicating another direction.
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