Chapter 546: beginning

The capital of the country of frost.
Sheyle returned to the capital of the country of Frost and Frost, sitting on the throne and looking at a group of ministers below.
There are so many sons of the king of the frosty country, and there are twelve princes.
Therefore, after Sheyle took office, his brother and brother in the capital had joined together to try to resist the rule of Sheyle.
But unfortunately, Sheyle directly suppressed it with means. Coupled with the prestige accumulated in the country of frost, Sheyel sat firmly on the throne of the country of frost.
Many informed ministers praised Sheyle as the hero who saved the country.

Is this the change in the capital recently?

Sheyle glanced at the ministers below, who had done their due diligence to report everything that happened in the capital of the recent frosty country.

The sages from Nolan sent an invitation letter, hoping to ask you to send a person who can represent our country and go to Nolan for a ‘declaration’.

After Shear heard the word Nolan, the cold expression on her face eased slightly.
"I will consider this."
Shear continued to listen to the advice of other ministers and issued some orders to them, which ended the parliament directly.
The place where the king of the Frost Kingdom lives is the center of the capital. This magnificent castle has experienced thousands of years of wind and frost. Every new king takes office, and almost all of it will undergo a new renovation.
Shear has no requirements for this, even his room is still in the room where he lived in the princehood.
"His Majesty."
A middle-aged woman in a maid costume has been waiting for a long time at the entrance to the corridor.
She is the maid of care for Shel, and since she came to the country of frost, She has always been taken care of by her.
Even if she became king, Sheyel did not exchange her.
Sheyle took off the crown on his head and threw it into the hand of the maid.
"Your Majesty, can you please don't throw your crown again?" The maid was a little bit worried and holding a heavy crown. She almost fell this crown to the ground.
This is a felony that is enough for her to be sentenced to death.

It’s too heavy, there is time for the craftsman to rebuild a lighter point.

Sheyle walked quickly on the road paved by the red carpet. The life style of the king of the previous generation of frost and frost was not overemphasized.
It is also undeniable that it was influenced by the heresy court and did not know how much interest those guys had extracted from the people of the frosty country.
"Brother, good morning!"
When Sheyle reached the corner, she met a girl with long gray hair.
"good Morning."
After she responded to her in a cold voice, Sheyer left with her and didn't even look at her.
"Your Majesty, I am more than a mouthful, she has always had a crush on you."
The maid took a quick step behind Sheyle and looked back at the girl’s somewhat lost expression, whispering to Sheyle.
"Is it because of my identity?"
Sheil looked sideways at a row of oil paintings hanging on the walls, the paintings of the kings of the frosty country.
After a long time, Sheer's portraits will also be hung on this.
"When you first came to this country, she will notice you at the thirteenth king's daughter, Lilian." The maid added, "There are fifteen kings."
"...I remember my sister was only thirteen?"
Shel's stunned his forehead.
Growing up in Nolan, she was instilled by her mentor as a ‘the prohibition of giving birth to offspring between close relatives.’
But in the country of frost, the mutual marriage between the royal family seems to be a normal thing.
"In the country of frost, it is already the age of engagement." The maid emphasized that "there are many aristocratic ladies who have a love for you, kneel down... I am offended, if you choose one or two, It is very helpful to consolidate your position."
"Now there is no interest."
Sheyle pushed the door of his room and walked into it. She took off her cumbersome clothes and moved her elbow.
"Would you like to go hunting in the afternoon? Or go to the military camp?"
The maid guard carefully guarded the crown on the table and then went to Sheyle's wardrobe to pick her up.
"No... I am going to Nolan," Sheyle said.
"Visit Nolan? Then you need to go to the tailor's tailor to discuss, there is no such thing as an important diplomatic occasion in your closet." The maid said a little embarrassed.
"Not as a king, but as an ordinary person."
Sheyle walked to his closet and glanced at the clothes inside. He took out a few pieces and made a stroke in front of the floor mirror.
"Ordinary people?" The waitress will not understand the meaning of Shear's sentence for a while.
"I want to hide the identity of the king and secretly stay in Nolan for a while," Sheyle said.
"This...how can this be, sire! The domestic situation is not stable for the time being. If your identity is broken, it will be dangerous without guards, and..."
The maid began to discourage Sheila from doing this kind of thing.
"So you have to keep it secret for me." Sheyle looked back at the maid, and the light gray pupil reflected the stunned expression of the maid. "You are one of the few people I can believe." I haven't even said my mother."
The maid's answer to Shel's only silence.
Sheyle did not pay any attention to her, just took the clothes and looked at the mirror.
There is only men's clothing in her wardrobe, which is a matter of course.
Usually, Sheyle wears these men's clothes. She feels that there is nothing wrong with it. In Nolan, she has been wearing the robe of the caster.
But today, Shear has a strange confusion, or unwilling emotions surround here.
Under the influence of this kind of feeling, clothes that usually look normal are now very uncomfortable for Sheil.
These clothes are too ugly? Is there any hair that should stay longer?
Sheyle took care of the gray hair that he just touched the neck.
"Your Majesty." After the fierce psychological struggle, the maid made a decision: "Why do you want to conceal your identity and go to Nolan? Is there any hidden task? You need to avoid the sight of the domestic dissident party." ?"
"No."
Sheyle shook her gray hair on her back neck, and she found that it was too short to be tied up.
"What is the reason you want to hide your identity?" the maid asked cautiously.
"I just want to go to Nolan to see someone." Sheyle said, "I don't want my identity to be known to him."
When Sheyle was talking, the maid looked at her through the mirror and found a rare smile on her faceless face.