"What, Prince Walter wants to choose a consort?"

"Thank the supreme God. Is it God who heard my prayer and specially came to look after me?"

"Tsk, upstairs, pay attention to your character. Prince Walter's consort can only be me."

"Prince Walter is the only heir to the Lordaeron Kingdom, and the consort is the future queen. How can she be a vulgar person like you? The position of consort naturally belongs to us, granceful ladies."

"You're right, our Ladies Union is true love."

"How can you barbarians, who don't even touch the courtesies of a lady, gain the favor of Prince Walter?"

"That's right, the Ladies Union is invincible, and Prince Walter will forever be the God!"

On the official website, the old king had just announced the matter of selecting Prince Walter's imperial consort, and the forum immediately exploded.

The game had only just started one day ago, and Genesis had already swept through all the major game lists.

At the same time, the number of people online, the favorability rating, and the number of beautiful female players online all reached new highs.

Especially the number of beautiful female players, which had broken through 30%, was continuing to grow at an extremely fast speed.

In the gaming circle, especially in the world of sword and magic, where the main theme was athletics and adventure, male players had always been the main force.

Most women still preferred to watch some idol dramas or shop online.

A game that could attract 5% of female players was enough to be proud of.

If it could attract 10%, it meant that the game was well-made and the graphics were exquisite. It was suitable for young people to get lovey-dovey there.

Any female player in the game would definitely be given preferential treatment.

Whether it was leveling up or exploring, there would be countless male players vying to be escorts.

Even in a game, the number of female players would become one of the selling points that attracted a portion of players.

However, Genesis had only been online for one day, and it had already broken the record of the online circle with 30% of female players being online in real-time. The news quickly spread outside the circle and made the headlines that day.

Note that this was the real-time online rate, not the all-time highest rate.

Female players were not like male players, who could spend more than ten hours a day in the game.

Makeup, buying clothes, and talking on the phone with their best friends took up a lot of women's time.

If the all-time highest online rate was calculated, or if it was like other unscrupulous games, as long as a female player had logged in to the game with an IP address, or even registered to play the game, the figure would increase by at least 5%.

This was Blizzard, a game company that claimed to be made up of straight men.

This was a company that did everything because of passion without caring about it being profitable.

The company was only responsible for improving the game design, and did not care about the reaction of the market, and was even more disdainful of cheating.

Thus, people did not have any doubts about the data that was disclosed on the official website.

'30% of beautiful female players online rate', 'straight men game company', 'Ten years of sharpening a sword, a blockbuster', and other slogans and keywords quickly rose to the top of the search rankings.

In the meantime, 'Prince Walter', 'the most beautiful Walter', 'I want to be Prince Walter's concubine', and other topics were also spreading.

Many people who had never come into contact with the game before also gradually learned about the game.

Even the words 'imperial consort' had been trending a few times.

Some smart merchants quickly smelled the business opportunity and had already rushed to register trademarks such as 'imperial consort', 'Lady', and 'Prince Walter'.

The real world was bustling with noise, but the game world was eerily quiet.

"I refuse."

Walter looked at his father, the highest ruler of the Lordaeron Kingdom, and coldly spat out these two words.

There was no hesitation and no possibility of negotiation.

If the position of City Lord that the old king had arranged for him was still acceptable, this consort selection had already crossed Walter's bottom line.

Walter did not like to interact with people, but he hated being manipulated even more.

Taking over the position of Houston's City Lord could be considered a necessary preparation to inherit the throne, but the selection of consorts was completely private.

In the Middle Ages, it was natural for parents to arrange marriages.

The old king did not contact other great nobles or choose consorts for Walter from among the children of the nobles.

Instead, he released the news that he would choose concubines from all over the country, regardless of their humble origins. This was already a great concession.

For the nobles, marriage was a necessary means to stabilize their position.

Through marriage, the two families were closely connected. It was the most effective way for the nobles to obtain an alliance in the past thousands of years.

Moreover, Walter was the only Prince of Lordaeron.

If they gave up the marriage, they would lose not only an alliance of nobles but also the honor of the family.

After all, for the nobles, the purity of their bloodline was the core to maintain the loyalty of the family. A noble who allowed the commoners to pollute their bloodline was not worthy of being called a noble.

In any noble family, such a thing was unimaginable.

The old king knew Walter's temperament.

In order to get a grandson sooner, he had made such a huge sacrifice and compromise.

He did not expect to be coldly rejected by Walter.

He did not even give any extra explanation. He just gave an answer, and there was no room for negotiation.

"Walter, my child."

"You can't treat me like this, for the sake of the supreme God."

The old king was a little flustered. He could not care about the etiquette of the nobles. He grabbed Walter's hand and stopped him from leaving.

"I'm a Holy Knight, and I'm preparing to start a new cultivation."

"During the cultivation process, I must abstain from women. Otherwise, it would be blasphemy against God."

Walter looked at the old king who had a pleading look on his face, and he could not bear it.

In the end, Walter did not shake off his hand. Instead, he made up an excuse.

"I promise you that after I finish my cultivation, I will come back to inherit the throne and choose a concubine for myself."

Although he was indeed a Holy Knight, Walter had never once prayed to the so-called supreme God.

The only reason he joined the Holy Knights was that he had tamed a Holy Golden Dragon in the forest of elves when he was young.

The dual identity of a Holy Dragon Knight and a grand swordmaster was enough for Walter to take the title of the number one expert in the continent.

It was because the pope took a fancy to this golden signboard that he broke the rule and baptized Walter.

He also announced to the outside world the next successor of Walter's Silver Hand.

"No, Walter, you can't lie to me."

"I want to order everyone to come to the Imperial City. As long as someone can stop you, even if she can't become the imperial consort, I'm willing to confer the title of a Countess."

"Don't think of abandoning your country and family, Walter. The blood of the Kane family will always flow in your body."

The old king did not listen at all. All the supreme Gods and all the cultivation were excuses. As a member of the royal family, he was already immune to these pretentious excuses.