Chapter 85: Chapter 85: King Morton Fis
Chapter 85: King Morton Fis
William stroked the gray talisman in his hand, his expression peculiar, as if he were pondering something.
Ever since he returned from the Tomb of Azrael, William had been feeling that Joyce was acting a bit strange.
First, he found an excuse to let William visit the library, where he met the white-haired, red-eyed genius sorceress. Now, he had given William a precious shadow talisman.
Although William could feel that Joyce genuinely cared about him, it felt a bit odd, you know?
It was like having a good buddy as a roommate in college, only to find out on graduation day that he was from a wealthy family.
But speaking of which, where did Joyce get this shadow talisman from?
Is such a precious item something an ordinary person can possess?
Why does my butler seem to be getting more mysterious?
William rubbed his slightly aching temples, pondering.
As his strength continued to grow, the things that required his attention also increased.
Let’s think about meeting the king tomorrow first, and see what the situation will be like then.
William carefully placed the shadow talisman on himself, ensuring that everything was fine, before lying down on the bed and entering a peaceful sleep (fog~).
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The next morning.
Under the service of the maid Rosie, William dressed neatly in the formal attire that Joyce had prepared in advance.
Today, William wore a low-key yet elegant gray-blue formal suit, well-tailored with a touch of satin ribbon and pleats, adding a classical and elegant vibe.
Throwing on a pure black cloak, he looked like a gallant young man straight out of a painting.
Looking at himself in the mirror, William shook his head.
“Being too handsome is also a burden.”
Actually, the style of noble men’s attire in the Fis Kingdom had gradually transitioned to military uniforms. But for today’s occasion, William still had to dress a bit more formally.
William was somewhat uncomfortable; he preferred looser clothes, and Rosie thought the attire was a bit tight on him.
He wondered how those noble ladies managed when wearing evening gowns.
William shook his head and took Angela, who was still trying to perch on his head, down.
“Angela, I can’t take you with me today. Stay at home by yourself.”
“Oh, okay.”
Angela, who originally wanted to follow William out and enjoy some delicacies, obediently flew to the side. William rarely spoke to her so seriously.
If he could, William would certainly take Angela with him when he went out. But this time, he was going to the palace, which had strict security.
There was no way William could bring a golden-level vampire like Angela to see the king.
Moreover, there was a legendary-level powerhouse hidden in the Fis royal family.
If William remembered correctly, this legendary brawler should be in the palace right now.
So William didn’t need to worry about his safety at all.
After William finished getting ready, the coachman Ben was already waiting at the courtyard gate to take William to the palace.
Angela watched from the window as William boarded the carriage and left. After a moment of contemplation, she flew towards the direction of the library.
William wasn’t home, and Rosie was getting tired of being around, so Angela wanted to go find Lisa again to sleep.
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Canlight City, Fis Palace.
Rather than calling it a palace, it was more like a huge castle.
The sturdy and magnificent castle walls separated the castle from the Fis Street, creating a seemingly independent little world with buildings and gardens arranged in a scattered yet orderly manner.
The architectural style of the castle somewhat resembled the Gothic architecture from William’s previous life, with towering black-roofed spires and white mottled walls, giving the castle a dignified and imposing atmosphere with a few traces of age adding to its charm.
After passing through several inspections, William was finally led to a beautifully decorated reception room.
Comfortable and spacious sofas, a variety of exquisite desserts arranged on multi-layered dessert stands, and hot tea had already been placed in front of William by the palace maids.
This indeed seemed like a private gathering, rather informal.
William felt no nervousness about meeting His Majesty the King. Instead, he looked around at the desserts in front of him, feeling that they were indeed much better than those made by his own chef.
William wasn’t very good at making desserts; there were no ovens in the orphanage where William grew up to help him get started.
After a brief wait, the door gently opened from the outside.
William immediately stood up, bowing slightly to show respect.
Duke Harold entered, supporting an old man.
This face was very familiar to William; it was none other than the current King of Fis Kingdom, His Majesty Morton Fis.
“Good morning, Your Majesty Morton,” William greeted respectfully.
William’s performance was impeccable.
After the embarrassing incident with Nichole at the last party, William specifically learned the whole set of noble etiquette from Joyce, and now no one could find fault with him.
“William, isn’t it? Please, have a seat,” Morton said with a smile as he was helped to the main seat by Harold.
After bowing respectfully, William sat down with equal respect, showing no signs of relaxation despite the king’s amiable demeanor.
William knew very well that this king had shown ruthlessness in dealing with internal rebellions.
Morton glanced at the dessert stand, and the maid beside him immediately understood, taking out a piece of honey fruit cake and placing it in front of the king, cut into small pieces.
Taking a piece of cake and putting it in his mouth, Morton smiled and said, “As one grows older, one tends to enjoy these sweet things more.”
William smiled and said nothing, taking a dessert for himself.
“Haha,” Morton found the young man named William quite interesting and asked, “I rarely see our Viscount Cain at court banquets. Have you been busy with something?”
“I was indulging in magical research before and rarely attended such gatherings. Please forgive me, Your Majesty,” William replied smoothly.
“No wonder you’re so outstanding at such a young age,” Duke Harold nodded in agreement, playing the role of a qualified supporting act.
William also chimed in with a few words of agreement with the king, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
With a smile on his face, Morton turned to William and said, “I’m sure you’re curious as to why I invited you here.”
As soon as William heard this, he knew the main event was coming and quickly straightened up, listening attentively.
“I also have to thank you for saving Nichole,” Morton continued.
William showed a puzzled expression, seemingly pondering who this “Nichole” might be.
Seeing William’s perplexed expression, Morton said meaningfully, “Oh, I forgot to tell you, Nichole is my daughter and also your adventure team member.”
“So, Nichole is a princess?” William’s face showed a hint of surprise, as if he were just finding out about her identity.
With a smile, the king looked at William and said, “Since you saved my daughter, there’s no need for thanks. But if you wish for a reward, whatever it may be, it’s a token of my appreciation, and I am grateful for it.”
William’s expression changed slightly, and he replied sincerely, “I dare not. Even without me, Princess Nichole would not have been in danger as the Golden Lion Knights had already arrived.”
“But if Your Majesty wishes to reward me, whatever it may be, it’s a recognition in my heart, and I am grateful.”
“I see,” Morton said to William with a smile. “Then, choose whatever you like!”