The City Lord was the highest official of a city under the king. He would have the authority to recruit soldiers and collect taxes independently.

The City Lord had the power to seize the lives and deaths of all the civilians in the city.

Many kings started from being a City Lord.

There must be at least one City Lord in the family of a great noble family with an inheritance.

In order to fight for the position of the City Lord, the nobles would pay any price and even fight until they were bleeding.

The capital of the Lordaeron Kingdom, Houston, was the home of the Kane family and also a symbol of royal authority.

Before the successive princes inherited the throne, they had to become the city lord of Houston First.

Walter could not refuse this appointment unless he wanted to give up the throne.

"Your Highness, your eyes are like the stars in the night sky, lighting up the entire night sky."

After the servant helped Walter change into his gown, he was impressed by Walter's amazing appearance and gave him heartfelt praise.

Walter did not say anything. He just looked at him coldly.

Ever since he was young, Walter was already sick of hearing this kind of praise because of his appearance.

He later got obsessive-compulsive disorder and germaphobia, which was also related to the fact that his life was filled with all kinds of praise because of his appearance.

"I was rude. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

The servant was shocked when he saw Walter's reaction.

Only then did he realize that the thing that Prince Walter hated the most was people praising his appearance.

The prince's childhood experience was astonishingly similar to Walter's.

The reason why he trained so hard to become the youngest Sword Saint in history was not because of how outstanding Walter's talent was.

It was to prove to the world that besides his appearance, there was something more worthy of praise.

Walter gave a cold glance at the servant, turned around, and left the bedroom.

The air in the castle was so oppressive that he could not breathe.

He had come to the game to relax and escape from the chaos in reality. He did not expect to become a prince.

What was the difference between this and before he transmigrated?

To others, this was something one could brag about. However, to Walter, this was just reality.

"Wow, so handsome!"

"Little brother, what's your name? Can I invite you to dinner?"

Mary had just entered the game. She had been preparing her college tuition fees, so she had little time to pay attention to the hot topics on the internet.

She did not know about Prince Walter, who had become famous throughout the gaming circle.

Walter's information had been published on the official website. Everyone knew that at the beginning of the game, the king would announce Prince Walter as the new City Lord of the Imperial City in Houston.

Then, the King would issue a series of missions.

These included killing the restless Magical Beasts, collecting animal skins, ores, and other materials to decorate Walter's inauguration ceremony.

All of Walter's fans had already rushed to the Houston Imperial Palace at the beginning of the game, ready to see Walter's divine appearance.

There were even some brave people who were ready to confess in public.

Who would have thought that Walter would stand the old king up?

In the real world, Walter could give up hundreds of millions of dollars of property, let alone a mere throne in the game.

With his talent, whether in the real world or in the game, it was easy for him to get wealth and status.

There was no need to put himself through this.

Mary was 19 this year, the age of youth and vitality.

Although she was used to not wearing any makeup, there were more than a dozen men who circled around her every day.

Especially when she was working in a bar, as long as Mary appeared, the men's whistles would never stop.

Mary was quite confident in her charm, so when she saw Walter, she immediately suggested exchanging contact details. Unexpectedly, Walter acted as if he did not see her and walked straight past her.

"Hey, I'm talking to you."

"Are you lost? Where do you want to go? I'll take you there."

Mary had never seen such a charming man. His deep eyes and melancholic temperament made her deeply intoxicated.

Just one look and Mary felt that she was in love.

Mary swore to the supreme God that she had never been so moved by a man.

She had abandoned the reserved nature of a girl just to leave her contact information.

"My name is Walter. I don't need your help. If it's possible, please leave."

"Beautiful lady."

Walter finally stopped.

Although he did not like to communicate with others, the gentlemanly education he had received since he was young made it impossible for him to turn a blind eye to a lady's question.

This was because it was very rude behavior to do so.

"My name is Mary."

"The weather is nice today. Do you want to go for a walk together?"

Mary lifted the corner of her skirt and gave a ladylike salute. At the same time, she swayed her ponytail, revealing her long, smooth, swan-like neck.

This was the proudest part of Mary's body.

Although the stinky men in the bar liked to stare at her chest and buttocks, the part that Mary was most satisfied with was indeed her neck.

Only when she met the person she liked the most would mary make such a gesture.

"Okay, Miss Mary. I'll repeat it again. I don't need any help. Thank you very much for your enthusiasm."

Walter took off his hat and returned the salute. His long pale golden hair fell like a waterfall.

The sunlight shone down like a river like gold pieces.

"Oh my God, please forgive my ignorance. I can't even think of how to describe your beauty."

Mary was stunned. Her mouth was so wide that it could fit an egg.

In the current global information age, the world's various ethnic groups had already completed a great fusion.

The aesthetic concept of the human face also tended to be unified.

Although there were still some differences between the different ethnic groups, there were no beauties in the world that could not be hidden.

Just like Mary herself, in addition to her students, she was also an internet celebrity with more than two million fans.

As long as she shares the interesting stories in her life every day, she could earn a lot of money.

Very few people can resist the temptation.

In this environment, people who surf the internet all day long were used to seeing all kinds of beautiful women and handsome men.

In particular, people's faces were already used to the existence of filters and beauty.

After seeing too much, they would naturally develop immunity and aesthetic fatigue.

It was hard for Mary to imagine that she would be so amazed by others that she would be speechless one day.

This was a natural temperament that came from the inside out. It was a temperament that all kinds of artificial faces could not imitate no matter how thin or smooth their faces were.

"Alright, I did run into a little trouble."

"Can you please send a letter to the palace and hand it to the guards?"

Walter could not stand Mary's enthusiasm, so he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wrote a sentence to his father, the old king.

"A mission? Okay, I'll be back soon."

Mary was stunned when she saw the quest sign above Walter's head. She then realized that it was an NPC.

The Imperial City was not far away. Such a letter delivery quest could be said to be a standard for newbies.

Mary ran all the way to the Imperial City, found the guards, and successfully completed the quest.

[Quest completed. Obtained experience x10,000.]

[Level +1]

[Level +1]

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