Dear Broom Knight

Of course, Lowry also admitted that these terrible kings looked okay because they could only mess things up within a certain range.

After all, there was the Divine Church watching covetously from the outside, and the nobles holding them back from the inside... A king who couldn't even figure out what he could do would never gain the upper hand in the struggle between royal power and the nobles.

Even if he appeared outwardly powerful and majestic, worshiped by all, he would inevitably be led by the nose.

Therefore, Lowry always felt that this world was pretty good.

It was better than the unlucky Toril, with its Grayhawk, Babylon, Sumer... Those damn places, you really shut up when you heard about them.

Even if the world reopens communication with the outside world in the future, it will not be able to change the existing laws of this world.

Even if some dark hands are about to, or have already, stretched in secretly, it is still different.

Lowry, whose brain has become particularly useful, still has a little bit of his own understanding of the world, relying on the political and economic knowledge that he memorized back then.

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Ruthkania said leisurely: "Lowry, do you really believe the stories people tell about Travis not having a single lover?"

"Huh?" Lowry, who was in a daze, tilted his head and glanced at her, "Why do you say that?

His Majesty Travis clearly has a very simple scent!"

The White Dragon King really smelled like a dog.

Ah, no, a dragon smell.

Lowry secretly reminded himself that he could no longer use dogs to describe dragons, lest he accidentally scold himself one day.

Ruthkania suddenly sat up: "Then, haven't you ever thought about why the Lord of the Tower thinks Pat can hook up with Travis?

Although Pat is quite beautiful, she is still a bit short compared to your mother.

Speaking of which, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen should be your grandmother.

When your grandfather took her to the palace to send your father back then, it almost alarmed the entire royal city.

I don't know how many people were waiting outside the palace, just to see her!"

"My grandmother is not the most beautiful girl in Sebeffia," Lowry said calmly, "I remember that although the Sebeffia family doesn't attend the New Year's banquet in the palace every year, they still go once every ten or eight years, and there are still beauties like clouds, right?"

"It's different." Ruthkania shook her head, "The people of the Sebeffia family have always been cold, with no expression on their faces, and they look at people even more... condescending than we dragons.

What's the use of being beautiful?

Except for the border nobles, no one would marry them at all.

The small nobles may still have that idea, but the Sebeffia family themselves are unwilling.

After all, the women of their family have pretty good talents, so it's better to stay at home.

However, the most important thing is that the Sebeffia family seems to have some problems with fertility... Of course, I understand now.

Although they are not as pure as you, they are still mortals with human-shaped dragon blood after all.

With their physique, it must be very difficult to reproduce.

When they are the right age, their physical fitness is not enough, and when they are older... having children is always more important than their own lives.

Their talents haven't allowed them to touch the edge of level 16, and the few Sebeffias I've seen don't even have talents as good as your mother!

They can all inherit titles.

I really don't think there's anything good about that family's bloodline... I can't smell anything from them.

With that little strength, and still acting like goddesses, what's the use of being beautiful?

Moreover, they are all made from the same mold. When they stand together, you won't think they are beautiful. Instead, they are a little scary.

On the contrary, your grandmother is a woman, do you understand? Lowry..."

Ruthkania suddenly stretched her head in front of Lowry and asked again: "Lowry, can you understand?"

Amidst the low laughter of the big white fat dragon in the corner, Lowry clenched his fists: "I understand, you don't have to continue with the metaphors."

What men want is a wife who is beautiful, can manage the family, and can sleep with, not a fake goddess enshrined on the altar.

Of course, if their talents are so good that the great nobles can sacrifice a little, that's fine, but they just don't have them.

And the proud eyes of the Sebeffia family will not look at small noble families.

Therefore, no matter what this family thinks, the result has become what it is now... Everyone praises the Sebeffia family in the eastern border for producing beauties, but it only stays at the level of praising them.

Only the great families in the same border area are willing to accept such a marriage.

And Lowry's grandfather was very lucky to meet a Sebeffia who was willing to step down from the altar and feel the atmosphere of the human world.

Although Lowry himself doesn't have much experience, in the novels he has read, many people love the kind of stunning beauty who is moved and becomes tender and affectionate from an ice-cold saintess.

But he quickly thought of another thing... The Sebeffia family couldn't possibly not know the reason for this embarrassing situation.

If Lowry could still think that they were willing to stay in the eastern border, which has little resources but no strong enemies, it can be seen from their excessive attention to Lowry and the Montes family that they also have something to ask for.

Since they also have ambitions, but they don't use their famous beauty resources at all, it can only be that they have to.

"Angels, can't they be moved by mortal hearts?" Lowry couldn't help but mutter, "Why do I feel like the Sebeffia family doesn't have any dragon smell!"

'Bang!'

"You're right!" Ruthkania slapped her left front paw hard: "That's what I wanted to say, they are neither human nor dragon.

Really, they don't have any smell at all."

"So, being moved and falling into the mortal world will damage your lifespan!" Lowry shook his head faintly.

If his grandfather's body collapsed prematurely due to years of fighting abroad, forcing the Earl of Montes to turn around and take over the title when he was building his career, then his grandmother, who had been living a pampered life, died a little too early.

Lowry wouldn't believe the nonsense that this grandmother from Sebeffia was born with a weak body.

Even if she inherited very little blood, her body wouldn't be so weak!

Dragons and angels are actually quite cruel creatures.

Children with natural defects cannot be born at all.

The Sebeffia family has been passed down from generation to generation, but it has always been difficult to grow stronger, and it is estimated that it is also related to the characteristics of the bloodline.

Ruthkania tilted her head and thought for a while before understanding: "Eh?

Then what's wrong with you?

Lowry, shouldn't you be returning to the side of the Seraphim?

Why is the dragon smell so strong?"

Lowry touched his forehead: "Maybe I was born to be a dragon?"

"Forget it if you don't want to say." Ruthkania bared her teeth, "Since you understand what's going on, I'm too lazy to ask.

We dragons still understand that the mysteries of bloodlines cannot be asked."

This is the only secret that dragons can stick to in their lives besides their treasure.

Lowry could only give her a gentle smile in return.

If according to his speculation about his artifact, it would devour all the angelic blood that it could sense in his blood, it wouldn't be strange.

Even if it made his defects even more severe, it wouldn't matter.

That artifact probably would rather never wake up again than benefit an angelic bloodline.

As for the subsequent dragon bloodline, that was not within its scope of concern.

This is also pretty good.

"So, why does the Lord of the Tower think that Pat can trick Travis, who has been so well-behaved for so many years?" Bolanios, who had been listening all along, decided to bring the topic back to the right track.

He had no interest in Lowry's bloodline at all, and he also didn't want Ruthkania to have any.

Some characteristics of female white dragons are simply the greatest horror for male dragons.

"Don't you think Pat, in some ways, is a bit like Ruthkania?" Lowry reminded faintly, "Temperament, personality, demeanor, and even appearance are somewhat subtly similar.

You don't have to look at me like that, Bolanios.

Travis certainly won't have any covetous intentions towards Ruthkania, but similarly, he won't have any defenses against Ruthkania's approach.

Although he will definitely be able to immediately recognize that Pat is approaching him, under the premise that he already appreciates some of her demeanor, His Majesty Travis probably won't be too wary or disgusted by her approach.

As for those matters between men and women, I don't need to say anything, right?

His Majesty Travis is just too lazy to find a lover, but he won't refuse when the time comes.

As long as he is willingly hooked, everything will be natural..."

"Ah! Don't say such disgusting things!" Ruthkania probably couldn't accept it after associating it with it, "Ugh~ so disgusting, it's like being with yourself... tsk~ humans are really..."

At this moment, Lowry finally understood the most important and terrifying aspect of the blood pact: allowing the allies to eventually become two bodies with one mind.

Even if they still have their own thoughts and hobbies, they actually treat each other like another self.

Hmm... or rather, more like conjoined twins split into two people?

Although they are separated from each other, a part of each other is always in the other's body, so they still treat each other as another self.

"Where is it like?" Bolanios couldn't help but mutter, "Ruthkania is so beautiful!"

Ruthkania's mood was obviously a little better: "Eh~ Lowry won't be wrong in this regard."

Lowry couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and could be considered to understand why this guy was able to win the beauty in the end.