I'm In A Different World, Art Failed The Rankings, And Got The Result Of Encouragement

Gregorian calendar 1800, August 17th.

The weather on this day was very sunny. After some renovations, the same glass windows were installed in the Emperor Rotis' bedroom, and the sunlight came in through the curtains and sprinkled on the floor.

The court maid carefully entered the bedroom of King Rotis III on time, opened the curtains, and replaced the vases with fresh flowers.

Rotis III's personal maid carefully came to Rotis III's bedside.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Looking at the unresponsive, closed eyes, and slightly frowning Rotis III, an ominous premonition arose from the heart of the personal maid.

She tremblingly stretched her finger under the nose of Rotis III, one second, two seconds, three seconds...

He staggered back two steps in horror, and even accidentally bumped into a vase placed beside him.

"Crack!"

The vase fell to the ground and shattered, water droplets splashed and flowers scattered all over the ground.

However, without waiting for the other maids who were cleaning the house to be surprised, the signal from this personal maid changed the expressions of everyone present.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is dead!"

The news that shook the Rotis Empire, and even the entire Saint-Western Continent, soon gathered all the high-level leaders of the Rotis Empire "Two Three Seven" country.

Someone looked at Rotis III, who was confirmed dead after the medical officer's examination, and secretly wiped away tears.

Some people had the same sadness on their faces, but their eyes couldn't help looking at the eldest prince Kaisanger who also rushed over from time to time.

Of course, there are some people who try their best to restrain themselves, but there is always joy flashing in their eyes.

Rotis III during his lifetime, especially after returning from illness in the Kingdom of Prouker.

Crazy can even be said to be a radical reform, which offended many nobles of Rotis, and was forced by the bloody methods of Rotis III, as well as the full support of Marshal Benero and Grand Duke Genister.

They can only admit it.

Now that Rotis III is gone, wouldn't they be able to regain everything they lost because of the reform?

As the military commanders of the north and south of the empire, Benero and Grand Duke Genist also came.

Although Benello said that he was trying his best to restrain himself, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the death of Rotis III had hit him hard.

The relationship between the two has begun since childhood.

Despite the grief, Benero still took a deep breath, and looked at Rotis III's personal servant.

"Has Your Majesty left any will?"

The valet shook his head: "Your Majesty left very peacefully, but also very suddenly, and did not leave any will. When the maid found out, he was still holding ten copies of the national industrial reform documents.

Speaking of this, the valet also lowered his head and wiped his tears.

Benero breathed a little tremblingly, and looked at Grand Duke Genister again, who shook his head.

"I have not received any secret orders from His Majesty."

Benello nodded helplessly, took a deep look at the old man who had been cleaned up and lay peacefully on the bed, bathed in the morning sun, and then looked at the eldest prince Kaisanger in the crowd.

"Since His Majesty does not have any will, then everything will be handled according to the established procedures. Next, His Highness the First Prince will be invited to ascend the throne, preside over state affairs and at the same time arrange for His Majesty's funeral."

A look of joy flashed in Kaisanger's eyes, but his face tried to express a sense of grief and powerlessness.

Although his performances are only seen by a very small number of people.

In the crowd, the second prince Falma looked at the eternally sleeping Rotis III, his face was pale, his fists were clenched tightly, and tears flowed like waterfalls.

It's true.

Benero and the Grand Duke of Genesis glanced at each other, seeing Li Chen in each other's eyes.

To be honest, with the contact these days, if possible, they all want to support the second prince Falma's succession to the throne.

At least, they won't feel flustered when the second prince succeeds to the throne.

Seeing Kesanger's poor acting skills, Benero and Grand Duke Genister could only sigh in their hearts at this moment.

Ulysses was the first to receive the news of Rotis III's death.

When he hurried back to the White Jade Palace from Blue Sea City, he immediately ordered the navy fleet to return to prepare for battle, and the armies of various places began to formally deploy their defenses.

Although Ulysses was well prepared, Rotis III's coolness was too sudden.

When the army of the Prouker Kingdom was mobilized, Veronie was in the palace of the Golden Feather King.

King Peter summoned Sofia again.

When Sofia arrived, he saw Thomas beside Peter with a smug smile on his face, and he had basically confirmed the purpose of Peter calling him here.

After saluting slowly, before asking Fia to ask, Peter went straight to the point.

"Rotis III has passed away, and now the new emperor is about to ascend the throne. I have decided to agree to the previous marriage request of the Rotis Empire, and marry you to the soon-to-be successor, Rotis IV Kaisanger, as a side concubine."

As he said that, Peter snorted coldly in dissatisfaction, and looked at So Fia with deep disgust and disgust.

"It was promised that you would be the queen, but the good opportunity was ruined by your selfishness and ignorance! It really embarrasses my August family!"

"During this time, you are preparing to hand over the business reform and education reform to Thomas' hands. In addition, you don't have to bring so much money with you when you leave. A manor was purchased over there."

"Those chambers of commerce and workshops under your hand will be used as royal property from now on..."

Although Suo Fia had expected that her father Peter would give herself to others at will, she never expected that the other party would be so heartless.

He deprived himself of all his wealth, and used a manor, casually like sending a beggar, trying to drive her away.

A tear fell from Sofia's eyes, and with the last trace of warmth in her eyes, she looked at Thomas beside her.

"Father, even if you hand over the king to such a trash, aren't you willing to let me succeed?"

Peter frowned, and then laughed as if he had heard some big joke.

"Hahaha, let you succeed? Let a woman succeed you? Suo Fia, you don't really think that with the support of those ministers, you can sit on the throne, do you?"

"The entire Saint West continent! Even the whole world! I've never heard of a woman as a monarch!"

Peter stood up, and when he looked at Sofia, he didn't have the slightest warmth from a father to his daughter, his eyes were cold and sarcasm.

"It seems that the adulation around you has got you carried away. A woman can never rule a kingdom!"

Behind Peter, Thomas also had a smug sarcasm on his face.

Suo Fia took a deep breath, wiped away the tears on her face, her eyes became calm......

Give gifts.

"I'll be ready to hand over the job."

Peter snorted coldly: "This is the best."

Walking out of the palace, So Fia's gaze became completely icy, as if she had transformed into a poisonous snake with fangs.

"I'm ready to hand over the work, father, are you ready?"

August 25, 1800 in the Gregorian calendar.

On this day, the new emperor of the Rotis Empire ascended the throne, and at the same time officially held a grand funeral for Rotis III.

All countries sent envoys.

Naturally, the Prouker Kingdom as a neighboring country is the same.

Ulysses sent Wesker directly, however, I don't know if it was a coincidence or God's will.

The envoy of the Gruberni Empire turned out to be Lawrence Green, the representative of the negotiating party who negotiated the agreement between the two countries in Port of Glory.

Seeing that the representative of Prouker was also an acquaintance, the old guy came over with a faint smile on his face.

"I didn't expect His Majesty Prouker to send you here again, Your Excellency Wesker, but it seems that His Majesty Rotis doesn't like you very much.

Wesker could see the obvious sarcasm in the opponent's eyes.

However, Wesker smiled lightly at this.

The other party dared to come forward like this, nothing more than the recent retreat of the Prouker Kingdom in the Western Ocean, coupled with their large number of treasure ships, made them feel that they were doing it again.

In this regard, not to mention that Wesker treats these guys as a joke, the entire senior management of the Prouker Kingdom, and those who know the Ulysses plan, regard the countries of the Saint-Western Continent as clowns.

Looking at Lawrence's smiling face, Wesker sneered in his heart.

"I also think it's a coincidence, but it's at least three or four hundred kilometers from the Grubergni Empire to the Luotis Imperial Capital. Is there no young people in this country?"

"You actually have the heart to let an old man suffer such ups and downs, surely Lord Lawrence is not living comfortably these days?"

Lawrence snorted coldly: "I'm not feeling well now, old man, but I'm afraid your country will be even more uncomfortable in the future."

Looking at the back of the other party leaving, a cold light flashed in Wesker's eyes.

Soon, the funeral of Rotis III began, from a parade around the imperial capital to being buried in the emperor's mausoleum that had been repaired earlier on 2.7, and then to Kaisanger officially announcing his succession in the palace.

Become Rotis IV.

After busying with the whole process, it was already four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and it seemed that it was not far from dark.

With an uplifting smile on his face, Kesanger finally started his performance.

As the saying goes, there are three fires for a new official to take office, and he, the new emperor of the Rotis Empire, will naturally have to make some moves when he takes office.

In the palace hall, Wesker was arranged near the door. At the moment, he was wearing a bulging suit supported by strong muscles, and stood at the door with his arms around him. Not only did he not feel any embarrassment at all .

On the contrary, it was the height of more than two meters, standing there like a door god, which put a lot of pressure on the people around.

Wesker always had a polite smile on his face, and when he saw the sarcasm of Lawrence and others who were closest to Kaisanger, he also smiled back.

Kessanger was dressed in a royal robe, holding the golden battle gun handed down by Rotis I in his hand, wearing a crown on his head, and stood up from the throne.

He uttered an order that made Falma and the others change color one after another.

"The Rotis Empire, from today, officially joins the "Declaration of the Twelve Nations" and the "United Peace Agreement on Navigation of the Western Ocean"!".