Watching the elderly new envoy of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest arrive at the palace, the guards who had long been notified glanced at the Chamberlain, who dutifully went forward to greet him. "Good afternoon, Mr. Wan Haimu." The young Chamberlain sized up the old man before him, who seemed impoverished, wearing the cheapest cloth shoes full of damage and repairs. His bishop’s robe, although new, seemed incongruent with the worn collar of his inner lining from years of use. He was an unkempt old man; in a different context, the Chamberlain would not hesitate to ask him to leave. But after all, he was the Shepherd of the Goddess of Harvest. In recent years, the Farole Principality had enjoyed consecutive harvests. While good weather was one reason, it was largely due to the Church of the Goddess of Harvest’s promotion of new planting techniques and pest control. Additionally, Prince Malin was the red-robed High Priest of the Goddess of Harvest, earning the church much reverence. "I’m here to see the young Highnesses today." Mr. Wan Haimu, as he usually did, set aside a day each week to educate the Prince’s children. Knowledge is the poison that corrodes the heart, yet it is also a blade in the hands of the Sage. The young Chamberlain respected the old man, naturally registered him, and waited for the approval from a lady within the palace before showing him the way. This process usually took ten minutes, but sometimes longer; the messenger needed time to find a lady who could make the decision within the vast palace. Although Mr. Wan Haimu was new, he was unpretentious, sitting in the resting area at the palace entrance and accepting the tea brought by the attendant—a new practice in the palace. Previously, all the notable gentlemen and sirs had to stand in line, causing discontent and lowering the atmosphere—not a term the young Chamberlain had often heard, but he frequently heard seniors talk about. When the distinguished guests in line began to feel displeased, the entrance to the palace became quite uncomfortable for the Chamberlains and guards. However, with the introduction of the resting area, with its free beverages, delicious pastries, chatting between colleagues, and velvet cushions, the gentlemen and sirs felt pleased during the waiting. Of course, when they learned the tea originated from Mr. Malin, this pleasure turned into reverence. The seniors said that previously, these gentlemen and sirs had no reverence on their faces, but now, they learned to show their reverence and submission to the Queen in a nearly humble manner. Hearing the motorbike’s sound on the great avenue behind, the Chamberlain excused himself to Mr. Wan Haimu and left the resting area. He stood by the roadside, bowing his head as the Tower Master of the Mage Tower alighted from the motorbike that stopped in front of him. "Tower Master Hill, you don’t seem to be on the appointment list." The Chamberlain quickly glanced at the list in hand, then smiled without arrogance or subservience, "I am now representing Her Majesty the Queen and His Highness the Prince. What brings you here?" As a Chamberlain, they underwent extremely rigorous training from their seniors, learning what the most sincere smile entails. Nevertheless, when facing uninvited guests, they had to exhibit a smile while also presenting the royal family’s authority. "I came to see the children of Lady Clovis and Lady Rewo. At the previous Mage Tower joint meeting, I met both ladies, and they agreed to let me conduct a spell formation affinity test for the children. I’m trying hard to contact Sir Malin, but as you know, it’s difficult. However, I have proof drafted by the two ladies." With that, the portly Dwarven Tower Master personally handed over the document with the two ladies’ signatures. The signatures were certainly genuine; the Chamberlain confirmed it with a glance—they and their colleagues had long learned to recognize the ladies’ handwriting, even the special penmanship used under certain circumstances. "I see. Please move to the resting area, and I will find a lady to understand the situation for you." With no other colleagues present, the Chamberlain had to take the documents himself, and the Dwarven Tower Master was very understanding. "Certainly, go ahead, I’ll have a chat with Mr. Wan Haimu. I hope your legs don’t move too quickly." The Chamberlain chuckled, somewhat enlightened—every Wednesday, the Bishop of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest would educate the Queen’s and Prince’s children, benefiting all major churches. Due to its gentle doctrines, the Church of the Goddess of Harvest usually doesn’t become a nation’s primary faith; however, considering the Queen’s legendary status in the Mage Tower, Sir Malin’s role as the High Priest in the Church of the Goddess of Harvest is very important. After all, the belief in deities is a significant matter. And the Mage Tower cannot sit idly by; such spell formation tests are conducted weekly. Sir Malin’s children are all exceptionally talented, especially those born of the Queen. It’s said they are outstanding seeds both the church and the Mage Tower are working hard to secure. Fate truly favors the Queen and Sir Malin. The Chamberlain sighed as he walked through the palace gates. Wan Haimu glanced at the Dwarf before him, looking at the large gemstone ring on his finger, the gem necklace on his neck, the silk clothes on his body, and the Earth Dragon leather boots on his feet. Hah, just an early supporter who bet on the right side with Prince Malin. Look at these arms dealers, now behaving like nouveau riche, so ugly and displeasing. They are truly headache-inducing creatures, daring to focus their attention on the Queen’s and Prince Malin’s children. Yes, Her Majesty the Queen is indeed a legendary mage, and even if Prince Malin is also a legendary mage, he is nevertheless the red-robed High Priest of the Goddess of Harvest.