Chapter 302 Enjoying Unlimited Silver Handkerchief Rights
"Ah, that's it. It's a great help."

Westhead took the "Song of the Ensemble" with joy and gently stroked the texture on the cover.

Seeing this, Rozana asked in confusion:

"Although the 'Song of the Ensemble' is a precious ritual book that can be used to enhance the path of the Divine Ancestor, it should be of no use to you, right?"

The ritual book is like the Knight's Grimoire, an internal reference book that is only circulated within the Thousand Laws Royal Court. It is a study book on the path of the gods and cannot be obtained through any commercial activities. However, Rozana, a half-elf, has a background that allows her to have some connection with the elven royal family. Therefore, at Westhead's request, the half-elf maid was able to obtain the ritual book.

Or, just like the path of chivalry, Westhead also secretly practiced the way of harmonizing a thousand laws?

This is not possible. Practicing the way of the knight can be considered as premeditated, but continuing to practice the way of the Thousand Laws is not appropriate, right?
What is the Three Stars' Wrath?
Westhead smiled slightly: "It is still useful. It is not a bad idea to start catching up on your knowledge now."

Although a lot of secrets have been obtained from "Poem of Destiny", a country of order that has been passed down for thousands of years contains more than just that little information.

If he wants to make a difference in Qianlu Royal Court, he must be fully prepared.

Astronomy, geography, human customs and the like are not the most important things. The most important thing for an orderly country is always everything related to its gods and ancestors, and the ritual book is the best way for mortals to understand the gods.

After Westhead got the "Song of the Ensemble", he joined the dinner.

He raised the glass cup that was shimmering with moonlight, raised his head and said loudly:

"Everyone! Since the separation of gods and mortals, Qinghui Territory has made great progress and achieved considerable success. I have also made some small contributions, probably integrating the border areas, protecting the southeast of the empire, and serving as the Knight King of Yonglan for a while. That's all, and they are all insignificant contributions."

"My personal efforts are only part of the story. The key lies in the progress of the times. The first people I need to thank are the ancestors of our bright people."

Westhead said this and looked at the Bright Holy Spirit. The white-haired old man pulled the man's sleeve and hid behind him, but he stuck his head out and looked at the newcomers present one by one with his clear and beautiful eyes.

The witch of [Ring of Sunshine], the female knights like Mephis, all make her eyes light up. Compared with the girls among the Bright People, these newcomers who are either heroic or charming make the Bright Holy Spirit very satisfied.

Those who are invited into the holy land are all extremely beautiful. Westhead will not make it difficult for the Holy Spirit in this regard and will definitely satisfy her pursuit of beauty.

"Hehe, hehehe."

Well, don’t worry too much about it. Westhead originally wanted the Holy Spirit of Purity to come out and say a few words.

Even though he had no dignity in front of him, the group of the Bright People still believed in the Holy Spirit. With the White-haired Old Ancestor as an obvious target, he could hide his purpose of becoming a god.

The matter of ascension has been demonized in the mortal world. Even though the gods have gone away, most mortals still believe that "if anyone oversteps the boundaries, the whole world will attack him together."

Apart from other things, the unworthy ancestor is still very useful in providing cover. After all, one of the prerequisites for ascension is that one cannot be a believer. As long as one is still on the path of great existence, one will always be in shackles.

"Furthermore, I would like to thank my friends, partner and subordinates who have always supported and helped me!"

“Although Qinghui Territory is mainly composed of the Bright People, it will never be just a paradise for the Bright People. What I want to build is a paradise for all mortals to live in. It is a home where the Bright People, the Imperials, the Yonglans, and even the barbarians and orcs can all live in harmony!”

“So, don’t be complacent. There is still a bright future ahead of us, and our journey has not yet stopped. Tonight, let us enjoy a moment of rest!”

The audience was somewhat surprised. Westhead's words seemed to be describing and declaring his future ambitions. This was a little abnormal because the power of Qinghui Territory had now expanded too much, completely exceeding the limit that a [Branch of Prosperity] could accommodate.

It is hard not to let people imagine what is happening when we talk about unity at this time.

It sounds so nice, but in fact, isn't it just a desire to expand? Lord Qinghui is so greedy.

Not only does he want to expand recklessly on the territory of the empire, but it is not enough to conquer the Kingdom of Yonglan, and he also wants to get involved in other kingdoms of order.
Especially Mephis and Yulda, the two subordinates who were quite familiar with Westhead's ambitions, were thoughtful, and the blue-haired knight girl was the first to agree:

"I firmly support all decisions of your majesty! We will fight for your vision with our swords!"

The Yonglan Knights are as fanatical as the Bright People, or in other words, they enjoy expanding territory.

"Long live your Majesty!"

"Qinghui Territory should have expanded long ago."

"We approve everything Lord Qinghui proposes, and we obey everything Lord Qinghui commands."

With the lively atmosphere created by the knights, Westhead's conversation immediately received a full response, but most of them did not think about it carefully. Instead, they responded out of trust in Westhead's personal charm, or out of admiration and obsession.

But it is enough, he just wants to get absolutely correct support.

Upon seeing this, Lord Qinghui smiled and drank the fruit wine in the glass cup.

"cheers!"

Although it was a grand event in the holy land, in theory it was an activity for the heroes to relax and have fun.

But due to the special nature of the Westhead Palace, this relaxing dinner under the moonlight was inevitably tainted with jealousy.

Be it the beautiful and pure servants of the Bright People, the charming and enchanting Witch of the Clear Ring, or the heroic female knight Yonglan, they all circled around Westhead, trying their best to please Lord Qinghui.

But unfortunately, Westhead doesn't have the idea of ​​treating everyone equally. In the mind of a man, there is a scale to measure value, T0T1, and the distinction between close and distant is clear.

Of course, Resia, Myvana and Evening Prayer have a unique status. With them around, others, even the most trusted confidant like Yurda, have to take a back seat.

"One, two, three, four, that's only thirty-nine. That's a little short."

The handsome and dashing wolf-eared girl in a windbreaker and shorts pointed her fingers and silently counted the people in the field. This action made Westhead look sideways:

"What are you counting?"

Mivana tilted her head, her hair covering her eyes revealing a pair of beautiful golden eyes, and said:
"We're counting the number of people. Aren't we going to have a party later?"

"puff--"

Upon hearing this, Westhead almost spit out the wine in his mouth and widened his eyes:
"Why is it a silver party? When did I say that? Don't talk nonsense!"

Because of Mivana's words, many fiery eyes were cast over, as if as long as Westhead nodded, the ancient holy land of the Bright Forest would do something unspeakable.

This is the first time in a thousand years.

"You gathered so many people, isn't it just to have a party?"

Mivana drooped one of her animal ears, her eyes revealing a naive look, and said as a matter of course:
"When my father exercised the right to teach and train in the tribe, he would sow hundreds of spouses at a time." It is the tradition of the orcs to hold parties frequently.

"Only a hundred?"

Leixia suddenly snorted coldly, and the elegant and dignified princess put down the cup in her hand and opened her gorgeous eyes that seemed to be a mixture of azure blue and purple.

The corners of her mouth slightly raised, and there seemed to be a hint of pride on her beautiful face:

"In the harem of my father who passed away long ago, there were always three to four hundred people at every gathering. That's why he was able to give birth to several children at such a young age."

The former emperor of the empire! He was even more of a pile driver! The three thousand beauties in the harem were not just an imaginary figure, the real number would be even higher.

The emperor of the empire back then could take a real dragon into his harem. Even if there was the factor of the [Holy Tree of Glory] not caring about it, it can also prove from the side how huge the harem was, and everything was stuffed into the harem.

Okay, okay, now I understand. Each of your families of origin are heavyweights!

"That's because our tribe is too small. As an emperor, it would be incredible if I couldn't defeat the leader of a small borderland, right?"

Mivana hummed and said:

"I think the emperor is not working hard enough to have thousands of concubines at once, and I have more than a hundred brothers and sisters."

Leixia crossed her arms and said, "Doesn't this prove that the purity of your family's bloodline is not enough?"

Why are you still comparing this stuff?

Westhead was a little amused when he heard this, but on second thought, this seemed to be a serious matter.

Harem silver handkerchiefs are a fairly legitimate activity in the empire, as the inheritance of special bloodlines is quite difficult.

Especially the legitimate blood contracted by the Holy Spirit, which has an almost unprecedented probability of reproduction.

There is no other way. If the family line is to be passed on, the head of the family has to suffer. Quantitative change will lead to qualitative change. If enough silver handkerchiefs are opened, there will always be offspring.

This concept is so deeply rooted in people's minds that any young male head of a family will open the silver handkerchief drastically and will not stop until he has a child.

As the head of the Qinghui family, which cannot survive without children, Westhead enjoys unlimited rights to teach and train!

However, he still shook his head firmly and slowly, saying:

".I won't mess with Ginpa, at least not with you guys, this is a matter of principle."

If there was no Reshia or Myvana present, Westhead might really indulge himself, but if there was, he would have to treat the two differently.

This is not only an emphasis on feelings, but also a respect for the strong people in one's mind, unless he no longer worships strong people like the white-haired dragon girl and the beast-eared girl, but regards them as trophies like others that demonstrate his own strength and charm.

Seeing that Lord Qinghui had no plans to hold a party, many people were quite disappointed - especially those guys led by Jiaojie Shengling who were never afraid of trouble.

Westhead lay on the sofa, his head resting on Leshia's tight and tender thighs, stroking the pages of the ritual book while chanting softly:
"Let every tribe in the Land of Music have the right to join the ensemble of all living beings."

"Let the lake surrounded by silver and forest know true unity."

"From then on, the happiness of mortals could last forever. He created a thousand years of peace, showed favor to all, and endowed the seventy-seven city-states with vibrant life."

“So let us praise and sing for the Emperor’s mercy; so let us celebrate and offer tributes to the God Ancestor’s greatness.”

"We praise this song, the eternal round dance! We hate it, the unclean sound!"

".Well, it is worthy of being the most peaceful and closed country. The ritual book is also quite interesting."

Westhead thought quietly about this hymn, combining the contents of the ritual book with his own understanding, and couldn't help but smile expectantly.

Mavis, who was kneeling beside Westhead holding a fruit plate, raised his head. His beautiful indigo eyes were as gentle as water, but at the same time, there was a sharpness hidden deep in his pupils:

"My Lord, is your next target of conquest the Land of Luyin?"

"Well, there is something I need very much in Qianlu Royal Court. It is very important and must be obtained."

There was nothing to hide, so Westhead made it clear that he had ideas about the Qianlu Royal Court.

Leixia asked, "What is it?"

Westhead closed the ritual book and said:

"What Qinghui Territory lacks is what the Bright Forest needs to be sublimated. Even though the Bright Forest is a holy place, it still lacks something. It is not enough. It is far from being the cornerstone that drives me forward."

Still need to improve?!
Westhead's ambition seems to be a little too strong, but people around him think it is normal when they hear it. This is him!

Weiss is always greedy, tireless, aggressive and utilitarian to the point of being a bit despicable.

Indeed, Westhead's current strength can be called the strongest under God's gift in the mortal world, especially when he is conjoined with the Dragon Girl and the Wolf Girl. As long as the enemy is not blessed by the gods, he can crush them with the T0 level super model values.

But this advantage will not last too long. When the large forces of the later mortal world catch up, he may be beaten and fled by more than ten or twenty legends.

Although this possibility is very small, as long as there is a risk of being defeated by the human wave tactics! That is my own shortcoming!
Besides, what Westhead coveted most was the remains of the Emperor of Thousand Laws in the Land of Law and Sound.

Yuerda asked in confusion: "[Qianlu Royal Court]. Is there anything there? This country has a very low sense of existence."

"And my Lord Brother, you are not going to say that you have long admired the culture and ways of the elves, are you?"

The white-blond girl widened her lovely purple eyes and looked at Westhead.

Using the same reason once is enough, but the second time it seems a bit perfunctory.

Westhead chuckled, "Of course not. I don't like the weak and timid behavior of the elves in the Royal Court. But the Royal Court is very rich. In the kingdom on earth, they receive even more blessings than the people of the Empire."

Because of the Thousand Rules of Rituals.

The Emperor of Thousand Laws, who was born as a demon, used this ritual to ascend from a den of evil to a being of innate order similar to the Holy Spirit. He then used the ritual he created to coordinate the land of law and music, laying the foundation for his ascension.

(End of this chapter)