Mr. Mai has a clear level of protection in the world, but unfortunately he is very good at being a human being. Once a girl attacks at night, he will ensure that he has no defense around him.

Originally, McDonald held the Carlia pillow tonight.

It is soft and smooth, and you can just roll it around and flat.

But it's wrong to fall asleep.

Not only did the pillow disappear, but the head was more like Sun Wukong who had met Tang Monk, with a tight spell on his head.

Death is heavy!

He stretched out his tired eyelids and glanced at him, McDonald woke up in fear.

"Ah! You guys..."

"See Your Majesty!" Under the bright yellow magic light, McDonald, who was wearing only pajamas, was stunned to find that his group of uneasy vassals did not fall to the ground in the open space between his beds, kneeling on one knee, and kneeling a whole lot.

Old Moglani, Abidis, Barov, Haas, Kelthas, Alsace, Rivendale, Liras Windrunner, Finna Golden Sword, Braumux, Leadline...

The front row is a high-powered duke, the writer is read as the boss of the duke, the tool man Lothema, and the lower nobles like the Wind Walker sisters who were casually named by someone, and in addition, the surrendered ministers such as the Dukema Marand.

In the last row, Mr. Mai temporarily and double-handed guards were not working.

Basically, except for the left-behind younger generations, everything they can get.

A 50-square-meter bedroom cannot be considered small, and it is full of these guys.

The "Your Majesty" that Lao Mo took the lead and shouted loudly and full of energy, scaring Mr. Mai's sleepy bugs away on the spot.

His Majesty?

There are always unruly people who want to harm me?

No, wait, it seems, these bastards are really playing.

Mr. Mai came to his senses and stared at the sight of his krypton gold dog. His expression of earthquake pupils made several big men in the front row secretly bare their teeth.

"Your Majesty!" Arthas and Kalia came out, took three steps forward, kowtowed in one go, and spoke his official words in a stern voice.

This is actually the ancient palace term for Lordaeron, and it is also a common term for humans. It is just that the wording and sentence making is more gorgeous, with a certain strange charm. Generally speaking, only royal family sacrifices for ancestors and other palace activities will use this language that is now unused.

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"Your Majesty, the fallen lich king Terinas has been killed. The country cannot be without a king for a day. Since the Minaishir royal family has cut off its bloodline, it is very important that the head of the Stantosom family, the noblest bloodline, Mr. McDonken Stantosom, ascend to the throne of the emperor and lead the tens of millions of people of the Stantosom Federation!"

Let me tell you that McDonald's expression at that time was the word "囧".

He was drunk even if the royal family had cut off their bloodlines and lies with open eyes and opened his eyes and said so fresh and refined.

To put it another way, McDonald would definitely give him a saying, "Phoa! Disgusting!"

The person who said this was Arthas. The brother and sister publicly announced that they had severed their relationship with the Minerhill royal family. When they said this, they repeatedly emphasized their own declarations, which also proved the legitimacy of McDonald's ascending the throne.

It was not shameless usurpation of the throne, but the voluntary abdication of the blood of the former royal family.

After Kalia and the Alsace siblings finished talking, they obviously rehearsed countless times. Under Lao Mo's leadership, the people in the room walked on their knees, took two steps forward, and shouted in unison:

"For the happiness of the millions of people in Stantosom! For the loyalty of all vassals, please take His Majesty to the throne!"

McDonald's neck was like a rusty machine. He twisted his neck with difficulty and looked at the glass window not far away. The young man in the faint mirror image was wearing a crown with a certain golden light.

This time it was Mai's turn to twitch his face.

The styles of crowns and crowns are obviously different, and the biggest difference lies in the size.

The shape and size of the crown that Azeroth generally recognizes is similar to the laurels and must not be too high. According to tradition, unless it is called emperor, no crown of any family must be larger than that of the Soladin Great.

In the past, during the seven countries of the alliance, everyone's territory was not much different. Who would recognize you as the emperor?

At this time, the thing on McDonald's head, especially the golden bulge above the eyebrows, which looked like a trident, was obviously exceeding the standard for the crown.

"Oh!" McDonald's sigh made the hearts of the important officials below skip a beat, and he felt something was wrong on the spot.

Otherwise, McDonald casually took off the pure gold crown on his head that was inappropriate in his eyes and placed it by the bed.

"The soldiers of the alliance are still fighting on the front line, about to fight against the Faceless Master, the servant of the ancient god. Are you doing this here, are you worthy of these comrades who sacrifice their lives?" McDonald said righteously, making them feel a little feverish on their faces.

Lao Mo bit his teeth and started to speak the old words of Lordaeron again, which translated it as: "But if the words are not correct, the name will not be smooth..."

"Enough! You left your post without permission, gathered together rashly, and were taken away by the enemy in one fell swoop? I don't want to see this next time. I'll see you and kill each other." McDonald's seemingly casual tone scared the important officials' necks.

His sharp eyes swept downwards, and no minister dared to look up or even glance at him.

The title of Alliance God of War was not granted by others, but was actually made.

No one will forget it.

McDonald continued: "I know what you think. I promised to think about it seriously. But this must be understood after defeating Yugesaron?"

"I understand!" The important officials kowtowed.

"Go back!" McDonald waved his hand, like a flying fly.

"Yes--" The important officials saluted respectfully and retreated in succession.

As soon as he left the door, Abidis asked in a low voice: "We've messed up?"

"How could it be?" Earl Barov smiled mysteriously.

Old Moglani also smiled: "As a strong man in the wind, the only God of War in the alliance, even if the people around him put a crown on him, they will not be awake. What we have shown tonight is our attitude. His Majesty also expressed his attitude."

Not far away, Kaizi and the second fool seemed to understand, and they didn't understand it.

The former does not understand the rules of the game of human aristocrats, while the latter does not understand it.

The vassals left with satisfaction and ran back to their territory through the portal overnight.

McDonald, looking at the group of girls who were looking down on the bed, afraid of being scolded, looked at Caria, who was brave enough to be punished and was about to come up and be scolded. He suddenly smiled bitterly: "Don't be afraid, I don't eat people. I know this day will always come, but I didn't think they were so anxious."

This is the serious difference in understanding between time travelers and indigenous peoples.

If it weren't for the inconvenience of doing things, McDonald didn't even want to be the devastated Duke.

But his family now has such a large territory and so many vassals. Just like today, even if he doesn't want to be the emperor, his younger brother will force him to be the one.
Chapter completed!