Chapter 546
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The capital of the Land of Frost.
Cheil returned to the capital of the Land of Frost. He sat on the throne and looked down at the ministers.
The previous king of the Land of Frost had many children. He had 12 princes.
Therefore, after Cheil ascended to the throne, his elder and younger brothers tried to rebel against Cheil's rule.
Unfortunately, Cheil used bloody methods to suppress them. Coupled with the prestige he had accumulated in the Land of Frost, Cheil firmly sat on the throne of the Land of Frost.
Many ministers praised Cheil as the hero who saved the country.
"Is this all the changes in the capital?"
Cheil glanced at the ministers. They had dutifully reported everything that happened in the capital of the Land of Frost.
"The sages from Noland sent an invitation. They hope that you can send a candidate who can represent our country to Noland to participate in a 'ceremony'."
After hearing the word Noland, Cheil's cold expression softened a little.
"I'll consider it."
Cheil continued to listen to the suggestions of the other ministers and gave them some orders. Then, he ended the meeting.
The king of the Land of Frost lived in the center of the capital. This magnificent castle had been through thousands of years of wind and frost. Every time a new king took office, this place would go through a new renovation.
Cheil didn't have any requirements in this area. Even his room was the same as when he was a prince.
"Your Majesty."
A middle-aged woman wearing a maid's uniform had been waiting at the entrance for a long time.
She was the head maid who took care of Cheil. Ever since Cheil came to the Land of Frost, she had been taking care of his daily life.
Even after he ascended to the throne, Cheil didn't replace her.
Cheil took off the crown on his head and threw it into the hands of the head maid.
"Your Majesty, can you please stop throwing your crown around?" The head maid was a little distressed as she held the heavy crown. She had almost dropped the crown on the ground just now.
This was a felony enough to sentence her to death.
"It's too heavy. When I have time, I'll get the craftsman to make a lighter one."
Shay walked briskly on the path paved with red carpet. It was not an exaggeration to describe the lifestyle of the former king of the Frost Nation as extravagant.
This was undeniably due to the influence of the Court of Heresy. Who knew how much benefit those guys had extracted from the people of the Land of Frost?
"Good morning, Elder Brother!"
When Cheil turned the corner, he met a girl with long gray hair.
"Good morning."
After Cheil responded to her coldly, he brushed past her and left without even looking at her.
"Your Majesty, forgive me for speaking out of turn, but Princess Delian has always had a good impression of you."
The head maid quickly followed behind Cheil. After looking back at the girl's somewhat disappointed expression, she whispered to Cheil.
"Is it because of my identity?"
Cheil tilted his head and glanced at the row of oil paintings hanging on the wall. These paintings were of the previous Kings of the Land of Frost.
Not long after, Cheil's portrait would also be hanging on this wall.
"Not long after you arrived in this country, Princess Delian, the Thirteenth Princess noticed you," the head maid added. "And the Fifteenth Princess as well."
"… I remember that my sister is only 13?"
Cheil held his forehead, feeling a little annoyed.
Growing up in Noland, she had been instilled with the knowledge that close relatives were forbidden to have children.
However, in the Land of Frost, it was normal for royalty to marry each other.
"In the Land of Frost, you are already at the age to be engaged." The head maid emphasized. "There are also many noble ladies who have feelings for you, Your Majesty … Forgive me for offending you, but if you choose one or two of them, it will be very helpful to solidify your position."
"I'm not interested for now."
Cheil pushed open the door to her room and walked in. She took off her cumbersome clothes and stretched her elbows.
"Are you going hunting in the afternoon? Or to the military camp? "
The head maid carefully placed the crown on the table, then went to Cheil's wardrobe to help her pick out clothes.
"No … I want to go to Noland," Cheil said.
"Visit Noland? Then Your Majesty, you will have to discuss with the royal tailor. Your wardrobe currently doesn't have clothes for such an important diplomatic occasion, "the head maid said awkwardly.
"Not as a King, but as a normal person."
Cheil quickly walked to her wardrobe and glanced at the clothes inside. She took out a few and compared them in front of the full-length mirror.
"Normal person?" The head maid didn't understand the meaning of Cheil's words.
"I want to hide my identity as a King and secretly stay in Noland for a while," Cheil said.
"How … How can you do that, Your Majesty! The situation in the country has not stabilized yet. If your identity is exposed, it will be very dangerous without guards, and … "
The head maid began to dissuade Cheil from doing such a thing.
"So you have to keep it a secret for me." Cheil turned back to look at the head maid. Her surprised expression was reflected in his light grey pupils. "You are one of the few people I can trust. I haven't even told my mother about this."
The head maid could only reply to Cheil with silence.
Cheil didn't pay any more attention to her. She just held the clothes in front of the mirror and gestured.
There were only men's clothes in her wardrobe. This was a matter of course.
She didn't think there was anything wrong with Cheil wearing men's clothes. In Noland, she always wore spellcasters' robes.
But today, Shayle felt a strange sense of confusion, or rather, unwillingness to accept this feeling swirling in his heart.
Under the influence of this feeling, Cheil felt that the clothes that usually looked normal were very inappropriate.
Aren't these clothes a little too ugly? Should I grow my hair a little longer?
Cheil tidied up the gray hair that just reached her neck.
"Your Majesty." After a fierce psychological struggle, the head maid made a decision. "May I ask why you want to hide your identity and go to Noland? Is there a secret mission … Do you need to avoid the eyes of the remaining members of the Court of Heresy? "
"Not really."
Cheil touched the gray hair at the back of her neck. She found that it was too short to tie up.
"Then why do you want to hide your identity?" the head maid asked carefully.
"I just want to go to Noland to meet someone," Cheil said. "I don't want my identity to be known."
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