830: C830 He's Become More like a Bag of Trash

C830 He's Become More like a Bag of Trash

Yolanthe feels like he's forgotten and forgotten.0

The long period of dehydration and hunger caused his memories to become more and more blurry. His consciousness became increasingly muddled, and his body felt hot and cold.

In the west of September, there was already a cool breeze blowing. His body and mind were both weak. After being blown by the cool breeze for the entire night, he had a high fever.

No one noticed him hiding in the corner. The homeless would not come here. This was the palace entrance, so they could not sleep here.

However, Yolanthe was curled up in the corner, hiding in the shadows. He was also wearing a gray coat. If one did not look carefully, they would think that it was a bag of trash.

Not long after, he slowly fell to the ground, his consciousness in chaos.

Still, no one noticed him. After falling to the ground, he became more like a bag of trash.

To the south, in the capital of Provence Province in Frank State, Avignon was an ancient and cultural city.

The most famous thing in Provence Province was large patches of purple-blue lava-grass, which formed a unique and beautiful sea of lava-grass on the plains, attracting a large number of tourists.

This was the reason why Chen Feng and his family couldn't wait to come here. They wanted to see what the sea of lavens looked like.

It was the beginning of September. Lava-grasses were blooming from June to August, just in time to catch the last bus.

After knowing that their Lord was coming, the Chief Administrator of Provence Province, Patrick Bob, had already waited in front of the Town Hall with the officials of the capital.

At this time, they still did not know that Chen Feng and Saria really thought of him as their Lord, and not just in name.

In their view, although Saria was only a Lord in name, she still had a name there. She was also a Marquis, so they had to give her the necessary respect.

Moreover, Lord Rockefeller was also with her, so it was necessary to let all the officials welcome her.

Rockefeller knew what Chen Feng and Saria really thought, so he told Patrick in advance and asked him to gather the officials in the capital. As for how Chen Feng would subdue these officials in the future, it would depend on Chen Feng's own means.

After getting off the plane, the group of people took the specially arranged car and arrived at the front door of the Town Hall unhurriedly.

There were a total of 125 officials in each department in the capital. There were also dozens of cheerleaders who created a lively atmosphere and thousands of townsfolk who came to watch the show. They surrounded the entrance of the Town Hall to welcome their lord and Lord Rockefeller.

They all thought that the king, Henry IV, was just joking. The so-called lord was more of a symbolic meaning and did not have any practical meaning because it was not legal at all.

The act of His Majesty giving feudal fiefdom, in the eyes of the media and the people, was more like a white lie, which made the ten-year-old Saria happy.

But they never thought that this country would encounter a pair of serious siblings.

Chen Feng carried Saria and walked in front of everyone. He walked to the front of Chief Administrator Patrick at a moderate pace.

Patrick was a shrewd and experienced, hale and hearty old man. He had a big white beard that was combed neatly under his chin, and he had a kind and kind smile on his face.

"Haha, welcome, noble and lovely lord. Your territory and people are very happy and enthusiastic to welcome you!"

He opened his arms and laughed. The firecrackers around him resonated, and the people cheered. They threw the colored balls in their hands into the sky.

"Thank you." Saria smiled and nodded at the crowd.

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