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The Holy City of the Empire never lacks news, but the return of Prince Colin from the storm is definitely the biggest news in the past month!

The reason is none other than—

Who wouldn't be thrilled to suddenly learn that their empire had gained seven million square kilometers of land, and celebrate with a drink at the tavern?

Even if those seven million square kilometers have nothing to do with them personally.

Of course, the empire's citizens don't need to be disheartened, because those seven million square kilometers aren't much related to the empire either, currently only a small piece of the northern coast of the Gana Continent belongs to His Majesty the Emperor.

But... so what?

A long long time ago, their colony in the New Continent was just a small fishing village called Seldo Port, but a thousand years later it has become twenty Colonial States, with only the central wastelands connected to Hell remaining unattended.

They believe that as long as enough time passes, their grandson's grandson's grandson... will surely see the imperial flag fill that savage land.

This beer is a toast to celebrate in advance!

As the Gana Continent replaced the great storm as the hottest topic in the Holy City, the name "Prince Roxey Colin" also entered the Holy City Citizens' vision and spread almost throughout the city streets and alleys within a week.

A prince who survived a disaster, stranded on a deserted island after a maritime disaster, not only was not defeated by despair, but stood firm on a continent filled with heretics through his own efforts! He mercifully took in those equally unfortunate castaways, ignited the fire of civilization in the wilderness, cultivated barren land... and continued his family's honor as a proponent of the Saint Sis's faith until the fleet of the Imperial Navy arrived!

The believers saw piety, the soldiers saw loyalty, the farmers saw land, the citizens saw wealth... almost everyone could see the elements that matched their political spectrum in it, not to mention that this story itself was full of legendary colors!

Especially—

It is said that this person is also very handsome.

Although the truth and lies of the rumors flew around the alleys, the news that "he will arrive at the Holy City this weekend" was enough to make the entire city boil.

Purple Moon, Captain's Cabin.

Sitting by the oak table, Luo Yan casually browsed through the manuscript in his hand, the first light of dawn crossing over the water mist on the window and landing precisely on his clean and tidy collar.

Standing in front of the table, Ticky stood upright, like a student.

Having waited for a response for a long time, he sneaked a glance at the Demon King, only to feel that Lord Demon King sitting there was like a vivid oil painting.

Is this guy really human?

It's been more than a month since we set sail from Withered Wood Port.

Under the majesty of the Demon King, Baron Ticky Cosia ultimately racked his brains to write the novel "Kosia's Drifting Story."

The content is as thick as over sixty pages, and simply summed up it goes like this—

A noble from the Holy City who failed in business disappeared for ten years after a maritime disaster (he actually became a pirate), and finally, through hard work, accumulated wealth and glory under the stern yet merciful command of Prince Colin and became a baron with a prosperous seaport as his territory once again.

While Ticky was secretly observing his expression, Luo Yan had already read the entire book from start to finish and had a general understanding.

Reading through it all, although there were many grammatical errors and typos, the faults didn't overshadow the merits: the storyline was compelling, and the characters were rather clever.

As for other issues... anyway, the Holy City is never short of cultured people; when the time comes, just find a novelist to revise it.

Overall, there isn't much problem with the content.

On the surface, it's a story about "my struggle," but actually, at its core, it's—my living father, Prince Colin.

While individual efforts are important, on the New Continent, mere effort won't earn a seaport, and on the Old Continent even less so, where losing territory is more likely.

Implied meaning—

On the Gana Continent, it's possible.

"Not bad."

Hearing the Demon King's evaluation, Ticky sighed with relief and then said with a bitter smile.

"I don't understand why it must be my story. Compared to my little affairs, clearly your version... uh, is more legendary."

As if guessing he would ask this, Luo Yan smiled faintly and continued to say unhurriedly.

"An epic can pass down for generations, not because it tells everything people want to know, but because it leaves just the right amount of regret where it's necessary."

After a pause, he added.

"And... I don't want people to think I'm just boasting about myself, so I need to borrow someone else's voice to write about the Prince Colin from Baron Cosia's perspective."

Ticky admired deeply in his heart and said no more words.

At this moment, a knock came at the door, Lumier opened the door and walked in, respectfully saying.

"Lord Demon King, we are about to arrive."

Luo Yan kept his head down, still looking at the book in his hand, gently reminded in a warm tone.

"Mind your address."

Lumier paused slightly, then smiled with understanding and nodded.

"Yes, Your Highness the Prince."

Luo Yan nodded with a smile, then closed the book and handed it to the still-dazed Ticky.

Even though he had seen it many times before, Ticky couldn't help but be amazed by Lord Demon King's acting—the lord managed to switch identities in a single instant.

At this moment, standing before him seems truly like an aristocrat of the Imperial Royal Family, with profound historical heritage and cultivation.

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