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Dressed very neatly, even exceptionally neat, the middle-aged man with curly hair stood upright in front of Mr. Cyclone in a proper posture.

As a guide, his duty was to guide visitors into the throne room.

Not anyone could meet the king. In addition to the king, there were authorized maids and a group of ministers in the throne room. Sometimes, there were nobles who were summoned or village chiefs from certain regions who needed to be received, as well as some commoners who were summoned.

Led by the guide, Mr. Cyclone had to pass through a room first. In the room, several maids checked Mr. Cyclone's attire closely.

After confirming that he did not carry any dangerous items, the guide then demonstrated the royal etiquette of "bowing" in front of Mr. Cyclone.

Learning on the spot, in order to prevent Mr. Cyclone from being rude in front of the ministers or even the king, the guide asked Mr. Cyclone to demonstrate the bow once before him.

The movement was simple, but it had to be done exactly. Mr. Cyclone was not a rebellious youth, so at this time, he would obediently follow the guide's demonstration. After trying it, he was able to imitate it to about fifty percent.

Perhaps due to his nature, in the eyes of the guide, Mr. Cyclone's movements were very stiff.

Generally, in this situation, the guide would not allow it, as it would be considered as a dereliction of duty. But unfortunately, this was an early meeting, and the person to be received was a special person who was decided just yesterday.

There was no time, so the guide had to tolerate this imperfect bow.

However, at the very end, the guide still had to say one thing.

"Even if you are a hero, this bow is still unacceptable."

"Haha, haha..."

Turning around, Mr. Cyclone laughed twice. He originally thought he had imitated it perfectly, but it turned out to be just unacceptable.

The door opened.

Mr. Cyclone finally stepped into the throne room.

It was a place with only one chair.

It was a place where only the person with the highest status and the greatest power in this land could sit.

On both sides, there were more than ten knight statues guarding the center. Rows and rows of statues extended to the end of the throne room. At the end, there was a chair with a high and long golden backrest.

The golden decorations, which represented both power and wealth, highlighted the core meaning of that uniquely designed tall chair.

That is "status".

The highest position in Alanthia.

The knight statues that extended all the way had already extended their long spears, indicating their determination to guard the throne.

And the person sitting on this throne was the person in Mr. Cyclone's memory.

He was not a human, but represented the oldest clan of Arlen City - the Royanian Clan.

This small yet powerful existence is said to have a high talent for magic in the Royanian Clan. It had received the blessing of the Goddess of Light since birth, and its magical power was greater than any other race.

If we calculate from the ancient times, why Arlen City is governed by the Royanian Clan, no one knows.

However, under their governance, Arlen City has indeed become the oldest city in this continent.

Even under the control of the Prime Minister, basic trade and people's livelihoods can still be maintained at the minimum level, which shows that the city's self-sustaining operation has reached a level of complete maturity.

Mr. Cyclone took step by step towards the throne.

In addition to the familiar face and Sonja herself, there were people standing on both sides.

Even if they were just young nobles, Mr. Cyclone understood that those people were either ministers or powerful nobles.

Several meters away from the throne, Mr. Cyclone stopped.

The "bow" he had just learned was his first step.

What should he say?

Mr. Cyclone thought to himself and pondered for a moment.

"I, Mr. Cyclone Theodore, pay my respects to His Majesty the King."

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