Chapter 371 Sir Lynchlivev

Chapter 371 Sir Lynch Leviev

There has been no honorary knight for a hundred years, and no new noble family has been born for more than two hundred years. This is a well-known fact in the Kingdom of Rand

However, at this moment, without any signs, the secretary, Mr. Moliere, ignited the most explosive bomb of this ball.

Unless Viscount Moliere, who has served as a secretary for generations, tampered with the will, otherwise... Rand has another knight, the only existing Rand knight.

The reporters were recording everything frantically, and now they finally understood what those inexplicable words meant before.

A lion will not be angry because of the provocation of a sheep, it will only bite it to death with thunder.

Those questions are so stupid that the new strong men simply disdain to answer them.

You will know that you will get the answers you dare not dream of in a way you can't even dream of.

All the conversations just now, every sentence is like a slap in the face, slapping them to pieces.

But the reporters of Rand never go out with their faces. They have no feelings. The more they feel, the more reluctant they are to leave. They gather around tightly, feeling both pain and happiness.

As for the guests, no one dares to believe their ears. Most of them are asking the people around them, who is Lynch Leviev? And those who know him are also asking, what achievements has this person made? Why can he win such an honor.

Of course, no one answered, and those who know will not tell them.

But after asking a few questions, those with more flexible minds have realized that it doesn’t matter who he is. What’s important is that this is true, a new star is rising, and they... were gloating over this new star a few minutes ago.

We are actually laughing at a person who has broken a century-old convention. Are we blind? Lynch Leviev, I remember it.

For a while, most people looked at Lynch with a wrong look in their eyes. Everyone was calling this name in their hearts. People knew that everything that happened tonight made everyone a stepping stone for Lynch to take the stage in the most gorgeous manner.

But they were enjoying it, their eyes were full of eager pursuit of Lynch's position. No one questioned a rich daughter and a low-status, powerless civilian. They only envied the courage and vision of the rich and powerful.

They are indeed a thousand-year-old family. We will never catch up with this vision in our lifetime. They have already betted early, and when we did stupid things, they have secretly won.

It's amazing. The young lady just watched our performance and must have laughed in her heart. It's like seeing monkeys in a circus.

Admiring the strong is the nature of the nobles. Everyone doesn't feel ashamed at all, but wants to stick to him tightly.

This is fake!

Two people are almost depressed and want to go crazy.

It was the murderer who aroused Lynch's anger and directly detonated the whole scene, Jet Williams, the son of the Speaker of the House of Lords Williams, and Viscount Kellin Jackson, the third secretary of the Governor's Office.

The two people's faces changed countless times in a few seconds. At this time, they only felt dizzy and felt like they were in a dream.

How could it be possible? How could a commoner suddenly become a new nobleman personally appointed by His Majesty the King?

Compared with him, what is the status of nobles that we obtained by our ancestors?

I thought I was setting a trap to harm others, but in fact, others were always laughing at me. I thought I was smart, but I was always played by others.

I was the clown?

From time to time, there were sarcastic eyes looking at me from the side, and low laughter came from time to time. The two knew that this was people using practical actions to pay tribute to the two actors who sacrificed themselves to present this performance to everyone.

They were so ashamed that they wanted to die on the spot. Thinking of Lynch's last words, they had no doubt that it would come true and their future was destroyed. They stood there numbly with dull eyes, falling into deep despair.

Lynch stood on the steps, standing next to several big men, watching everything in front of him.

In fact, he also felt unreal. After all, less than two months ago, he had just hanged himself in the room. He was still struggling to survive. He would be forced to roll on the ground by any enemy. He had to eat the white bread that was left for a few days. He would be in agony because a few pounds of banknotes disappeared out of thin air. He was still a small person whose life and death no one cared about.

However, in less than two months, he could solve the mysterious incidents involving hundreds of people and save countless innocent lives by his own strength. He could easily deal with the watchful eyes of high-level strongmen and easily resolve the fatal blow of the strongmen without any fireworks. He had tasted the best wine and food in the Duke's Mansion, with thousands of pounds of rubies in his pocket, and danced with the next queen of the world's superpower.

The ups and downs of life came too fast and were too exciting.

Facing the various forms of life below, Lynch just smiled and watched.

He was not surprised by the reactions of these people, because after Duke Wayne's explanation, he already understood how sensational this matter was to the Rand people.

To be precise, it was a sensational event for the five major powers.

The class stratification in these countries was too serious. No matter how hard ordinary people tried, they could only accumulate wealth to become rich. However, no matter how much wealth they had, they could not raise their status, enter the core decision-making level of the kingdom, or influence the direction of the kingdom with their own will.

This is also the fundamental reason for the emergence of the parliamentary faction. The new nobles can't find room for advancement, so they can only try to reshuffle by other means. The vested nobles certainly can't sit back and watch, so they block the only way and use the glass ceiling to block everyone's hope of rising.

So the contradictions are getting bigger and bigger, and in an airtight iron barrel, they are brewing a bomb that can destroy order.

That's how the bourgeois movements in my hometown came about. Because of the existence of gods and mysteries, this world may have a stronger tolerance, but the rules are difficult to change, and this bomb will explode sooner or later.

Because of this, this canonization made everyone present react so strongly, and relying on those two good people, his name might spread all over Rand tonight.

Lynch smiled, he realized that this canonization was not simple.

His existence suddenly opened a small hole in the blocked road, people saw hope, and the huge pressure was temporarily vented. I'm afraid this is also the purpose of the king and the House of Lords to accept the proposal of Duke Wayne, and send himself, a rookie who does not belong to any faction, up.

What a good plan, but is there any contradiction between this and the fact that I got a great advantage?

Lin Qi faced the gazes of countless people, confidently straightened his chest, and smiled as he watched Her Royal Highness the Princess take the King's letter from Viscount Moliere, read it again, and then walked in front of Lin Qi in the spotlight.

The noise below stopped abruptly, and everyone held their breath, watching this rare scene in a century.

"Mr. Lin Qi Leviev." Duke Wayne's attitude was unprecedentedly serious, "Please kneel on one knee facing the princess."

Lin Qi didn't say anything nonsense, he knelt on one knee facing the audience sideways, and looked up at Her Royal Highness Sophia.

"Today is just a temporary ceremony, just to announce it to the world, so everything is kept simple. You will go to Norlin later, and His Majesty the King will naturally hold a complete ceremony for you."

The princess stretched out her hand with a dignified face, and Viscount Moliere immediately held out the ceremonial sword with both hands and handed it to Her Royal Highness. His Royal Highness drew out the unsharpened sword without hesitation and gently placed it on Lynch's shoulder:

"Mr. Lynch Leviev, in view of your outstanding achievements, in the name of the Kingdom of Rand, in the name of the Rose Family, and in the name of His Majesty King Rudolf II of Rand, I will confer you as the Lord of Rand. From today on, you will become a member of the honorary nobility of Rand. The fate of Rand will be closely related to you. You must uphold the noble responsibilities, defend the people of Rand, guard the glory of Rand, and live up to the trust of the kingdom and His Majesty the King. Mr. Lynch Leviev, can you do it?"

"I will do my best."

"Very good, please swear now."

Huh? How do I know how to swear, and can this thing be sworn casually?

But Lynch's eyes turned and he had an idea.

"I swear here that I will fight for the rest of my life with my mortal body to protect order, world peace, innocent people, and Rand's interests. I will keep my promise and fulfill my responsibilities and obligations until my mortal body turns to ashes."

"Very good, then, on behalf of His Majesty the King, I declare..."

Her Royal Highness raised her sword gently and tapped Lynch's shoulder three times in a row:

"Sir Lynch Leviev, Rand shares the glory with you."

"Long live Rand! Long live Sir Leviev"

The tide of cheers resounded through the sky, and colorful fireworks bloomed again.

At this moment, everyone was shouting the same name.

Lynch Leviev.