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Chapter 880 - 466: 36 Tribes of the Northern Region_4

Chapter 880: Chapter 466: 36 Tribes of the Northern Region_4

"The lords of the Capital have proposed two solutions. One is to arrange for a prince, of esteemed status, to marry the Saintess of North Ice, as they would make a fitting match."

"However, a cabinet minister has suggested that the Saintess of North Ice adores heroes, and therefore our most outstanding young Heaven’s Chosen from the great Wood Dynasty should wed her. That would be you, Mr. Owen, hahaha."

The Emperor laughed heartily. Owen was a minister he valued greatly. If his minister could attain a beautiful bride, the Emperor would be delighted to see it happen.

Owen Bertram was first taken aback. What was this situation: Had he been arranged for a blind date? Was she a saintess or a leftover woman?

Then, he quickly gleaned some critical information from the Emperor’s words. Firstly, all the young Heaven’s Chosen of the 36 Tribes of the Northern Region were at the mercy of the Saintess. This indicated firstly, the Saintess was strong, and possibly enjoyed combat. Secondly, the term "under her claws" implied that the Saintess had a knack for scratching people. Marrying such a woman would indeed be a hellish challenge!

The second piece of key information was that everyone originally intended for a prince to marry the Saintess, but some cabinet minister pushed him forward instead, leading to the hostile stares from the princes. Who would do that? Was it Master Dunn, his elderly teammate? That didn’t seem likely, for Master Dunn’s standards should be higher than this.

The code of the Wood Dynasty allowed for up to four cabinet ministers, but most of the time there were only three. After Johnson Thomas recently retired and returned to his hometown, there had been no time to name a replacement. Currently, there were only two ministers: apart from Adonis Dunn, there was one named "Page Malcolm," who hailed from the Malcolm Clan in the Northern Territory. According to the information held by the Horizon Bureau, the Malcolm Clan had accumulated vast wealth through illegal trade with the North Wasteland Clan, gradually making them one of the top clans in the Wood Dynasty.

Mr. Owen, swiftly turning this over in his mind, made a bow to everyone and said: "You all are foolish! The Saintess of the North is so outstanding, the only one in our great Wood Dynasty worthy of her is His Majesty himself!"

Several ministers immediately despised his cunning demeanor in secret: A true flatterer, fawning over His Majesty!

Such flattery was blunt and clumsy, without any tact at all.

The Emperor blushed from the praise, letting out a hearty laugh, but waved it off: "Let me be. The Saintess of North Ice is in her prime and better suited to you young ones."

The Emperor was adamant, repeatedly hinting at Owen not to push this onto him. Owen recalled a certain time when the fifth prince quietly told him that the Emperor had been excessively indulgent on his recent outings, collecting many common beauties into the palace. However, lately, he had been obsessed with hunting and fishing, somewhat neglecting his harem. Consequently, the concubines in the harem have been restless recently, to the point that the emperor has found it hard to hold them at bay.

"Serves him right!" Mr. Owen muttered to himself.

As he was contemplating how to avoid this matter, he suddenly heard an elder laughing aloud: "Haha, Commander Owen, don’t decline. You probably don’t know how incredibly beautiful the Saintess of North Ice is. Any man who could marry such a woman would truly have no regrets in this lifetime."

Upon looking over, it was none other than Master Malcolm. He immediately understood that it must have been this old man who pushed him forward.

"Commander Owen and Saintess of North Ice are indeed a match made in heaven..." His speech was interrupted by the Crown Prince: "Master Malcolm, as per the Northern traditions, if none of the Heaven’s Chosen from the 36 Tribes can defeat the Saintess, then she is granted the freedom to choose her own groom. Since the Saintess has come to our Wood Dynasty, we cannot make an arbitrary decision for her. Why not let the Saintess decide and allow all those interested in marrying her to compete fairly?"

The remaining princes, along with the supporting ministers, chimed in: "This is a great plan."

"Only this can manifest the grace of our Dynasty."

Seeing that the Emperor seemed to still want to force the Saintess onto him, Owen swiftly stepped forward and said: "I support the Crown Prince’s proposal."