Chapter 815: Crown

"It's finally over."

Luo Quan looked at the grand ribbons floating down from the sky; after lasting more than half a month, she had finally safely obtained the title of "Europe's Strongest."

If she hadn't broken through in the heat of the moment and opened the third gate, the Gate of Life, the outcome of this match would have been hard to say.

After the match ended, Luo Quan was first invited by the guards to the Queen's box.

Inside, besides the Queen, there was another old man.

He was wearing a white robe and a small white hat, with a kind face.

Luo Quan had seen this person; he was the leader of the Holy See.

It is said that he was very different from the previous leaders of the Holy See; he had studied Das Kapital in his early years, had been a guerrilla in South America, had engaged in liberation theology, and was quite fierce.

Besides that, when this leader was elected, all the other cardinals had scandals exposed, and he was the only clean one, so he was deeply loved by the believers.

"The result of the competition is out; Queen, it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

The leader of the Holy See looked at the Queen beside him and said softly.

The only reason the Holy See took out the Shroud this time was to exchange it with the British or Russian royal family for a treasure symbolizing national power.

One was the strongest empire of the past, and quite a lot of believers around the world spoke English.

The other was the country with the vastest territory and was also the main gathering place for believers of another church.

Getting any top antique from these two countries would be a great thing for the current fortune of the Holy See.

However, the leader's thinking was a bit too simple.

When the Queen's guard took out the British Empire's crown, which was shining with brilliant light, he only reached out his hand and felt the rejection from the crown.

The closer his hand got, the stronger this feeling became.

"It seems this crown does not recognize me; perhaps I can guide believers, but I am not qualified enough to rule the people."

The leader smiled and shook his head, calmly accepting the fact that he had been rejected by the crown.

If he could wear it, he could smoothly siphon off a portion of Britain's fortune, making the Holy See more prosperous.

Unfortunately, it seemed he couldn't do it now.

"By the way, I remember this crown is also the reward for the winner of this tournament."

The leader looked at Luo Quan, who was pondering whether she could ask the Queen for more Chinese antiques later.

Hearing this kind old grandfather suddenly mention her, she was stunned for a moment: "You are so highly respected and cannot wear it, so I am even less qualified."

The leader laughed: "Being recognized by the Sword of Promised Victory, I actually think you, young lady, should be more qualified than me."

The Queen also smiled: "Try it, Luo Quan; this was originally your reward."

"Alright then," Luo Quan said, putting Dahei aside and walking toward the crown.

Come to think of it, she really had no resistance to such shiny things.

Seeing this crown in videos before, she had also imagined what it would look like to wear it; she hadn't expected to really have the chance now.

"Doesn't it just look a bit better than me? It looks flashy and useless at first glance!"

Dahei, having been put down, made a jealous sound.

And Luo Quan acted as if she hadn't heard it, reaching out to hold the crown, which was inlaid with hundreds of gemstones.

Unlike how it treated the leader before, facing Luo Quan's touch, it didn't show any resistance, and even made her feel a sense of obedience.

Luo Quan didn't hesitate, directly lifting it up and placing it on her head.

"Truly beautiful; you look even more like a queen than I did when I was young."

The Queen looked at Luo Quan's appearance, her eyes full of what she looked like when she was young.

Of course, Luo Quan's beauty was much prettier than when she was young.

But the temperament of the two was quite similar.

"Sure enough, this crown has also accepted you."

The leader of the Holy See stood up, preparing to leave, and before leaving, he turned his head and said: "Queen, I will have someone send you the things you want later and arrange for a priest to use them for you; please wait patiently."

"Thank you," the Queen waved goodbye to the leader, then looked at Luo Quan: "When we return to Buckingham Palace later, I will bestow this crown upon you in front of all the British media."

She wore this crown every time she attended important occasions.

If she suddenly didn't wear it for a year in the future, it would certainly cause confusion among the public.

It was better to just give it to Luo Quan in public, so as not to have to use one lie after another to cover it up later.

Anyway, Luo Quan was quite popular in Britain; giving the crown to her wouldn't cause too many people to raise objections.

And hearing the Queen say this, Luo Quan was, of course, ten thousand percent in agreement.

If it weren't bestowed in public, this crown could only be like Xiaoyu, turning into a cat or something else at home, unable to reveal its true appearance.

But if everyone knew the Queen gave it to her, she could show it off unscrupulously.

When she live-streamed later and put this crown on her head, wouldn't the program effect be explosive?

Thinking of this, Luo Quan chuckled in her heart.

And Dahei beside her felt the change in its master's mentality and said gloomily: Sure enough, love will disappear, right?

"You talk too much."

Luo Quan responded in her heart, then picked up Dahei.

The crown was taken off by her and put back into the velvet box.

The upcoming crowning ceremony would be very formal, so Luo Quan hurriedly went home to take a shower and change into clean clothes.

On the other side, Buckingham Palace also held a press conference, saying that Her Majesty the Queen would commend Luo Quan, who had won the title of Europa's First Warrior.

Reporters swarmed in; not only British media but also official media from China, the US, France, and Japan had arrived—partly for the Queen, and partly for Luo Quan.

The latter's influence now might be even greater than the Queen's internationally.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, a black sedan arrived outside the gate of Buckingham Palace.

The "Lobster Soldiers" in white pants and red robes opened the door for her, and the camera lenses were shoved in.

Compared to during the match just now, her attire now looked a bit more casual: long pants, a sweater, and a coat draped over the outside—quite capable.

At this moment, the Queen walked out, and the guards behind her held an exquisite black box.

The Queen looked at Luo Quan, her gaze kind: "Congratulations, my child; you have won the title of Europa's First Warrior with courage and strength. As a reward, I will grant you the right to hold the British Empire Crown for one year."

As soon as these words were spoken, the reporters on the scene were in an uproar.

Even the officials who had heard the news were stunned, never expecting the Queen to make such a decision that could be called "betraying the ancestors."

Even if Luo Quan was a distant relative of the royal family, she was ultimately Chinese.

Giving her such a heavy national treasure just like that, what was this supposed to be?

As for the audience watching the live stream, they had already started spamming "WTF."

Of course, they weren't questioning anything; they were purely surprised.

In their view, whatever reward Luo Quan received, she deserved it; even if she were directly given the title of princess, it would be completely reasonable.

Now that the Queen had given her the crown, it also reflected the old lady's love for Luo Quan.

Maybe one day, on a whim, she would make Luo Quan a princess.

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Queen," Luo Quan knelt on one knee and took the box with both hands.

She slowly opened it, revealing the true appearance of the crown inside.

The reporters sighed; it really was the British Empire Crown, and the old lady was truly doting on Luo Quan to be able to give away such a treasure.

If Luo Quan knew the psychological activities of these reporters, she would probably laugh at them for being too naive.

In her family, the one the Queen truly doted on was probably only Gao Liang; after all, he was a noble of pure blood—not to mention his paternal side, his maternal side was the direct bloodline of the Hohenzollerns.

With this background, his succession order wouldn't have been low in the past.

And now, he could also enter and leave Buckingham Palace as if it were his home; the Queen's great-grandchildren combined probably didn't compare to Gao Liang in terms of being favored.

Luo Quan had reason to believe that the Queen must have thought more than once about making Gao Liang the crown prince, but she just hadn't said it out loud and could only think about it in her heart.

As for herself, the number of times she and the Queen had met added up to no more than ten, and the words they had spoken didn't exceed fifty.

With this little friendship, even if she were more excellent, the Queen couldn't possibly dote on her.

At most, she felt she was capable and wanted to win her over through such means.

But it had to be admitted that such a method was indeed very useful; anyway, Luo Quan liked it and hoped there would be more such occasions in the future.

As for being a princess, there was no need.

If she really became a princess of the British royal family, she would be tied to the same rope as the British royal family, and anything that happened in the future would affect her.

So compared to a title that sounded very cool, Luo Quan preferred to be freer.

And this British Empire Crown was a reward she had obtained by fighting her way through, a prize a winner should receive; she deserved it.

After confirming that the crown in the box was the real deal, Luo Quan closed the lid and stood up.

The Queen looked at her with a smile: "I hope you will keep it well; this crown has witnessed the rise and prosperity of the British Empire and is a symbol of glory."

"Rest assured, Your Majesty the Queen; I will definitely keep it well," Luo Quan said in a tone like an oath.

Turning to face the camera, her exclusive interview finally began.

The reporters, who had long been impatient, swarmed up and shoved microphones to her mouth:

"Luo Quan, after winning the match, what is the thing you most want to do now, and what are your plans for the future?"

The reporter from Time magazine asked the first question.

"The thing I most want to do now is sleep," Luo Quan yawned.

Fortunately, she covered it quickly; if it had been screenshotted, it would probably be another dark history no less than the "Abyssal Maw."

After yawning, she continued to answer:

"To prepare for the competition these past few days, I haven't rested well for several days, and I am physically and mentally exhausted.

As for the next plan, it is naturally to go to the US to attend the Oscar awards ceremony; I have quite a few nominations this time, and I hope I can return fully loaded just like in Europe."

"What about the new album?"

The reporter from Rolling Stone magazine pressed.

"I can only say it's still in preparation, but everyone will probably have to wait a few days; let's talk about it after I return to China."

Luo Quan knew she would face this question.

And her way of dealing with it was the same as before: the "drag" tactic.

"Luo Quan, what is your view on the current prosperous martial arts industry in China?"

Another reporter asked, this time from domestic media.

"It is certainly a good thing for traditional culture to regain vitality, but people who possess martial power also need to be more strictly restrained to avoid violent crimes.

After all, once these martial artists with extraordinary skills cause trouble, the destructive power they cause is several to over ten times that of ordinary civilians.

So while being prosperous, we cannot ignore the rules and regulations in all aspects; this is also applicable to the whole world. With a new group, there must be new rules."

"Then, with strength as strong as yours, have you ever thought about starting a sect and taking apprentices?"

"Not at the moment."

Luo Quan shook her head: "My own Kung Fu is not suitable for mass production, and I am not good at teaching apprentices, so I won't compete for business with other martial arts schools.

Compared to that, I prefer to stay at home and do the things I love."

………………

Because she had just won the championship, most of the questions asked by the reporters were related to martial artists.

In this regard, the whole world is actually "crossing the river by feeling the stones."

China has a bit more experience, but it is also limited.

After dealing with the reporters, Luo Quan picked four antiques from the warehouse of the competition organizers as rewards.

The first one was definitely the Sanwu Sword for Slashing Evil, which was a treasure the Tianshi Mansion had been thinking about for a long time.

As for the remaining three, there were no good treasures, so she chose a few well-known paintings, preparing to take them back and hand them over to the country to earn a good reputation.

The subject of the upcoming "Under One Person" is a bit sensitive; now that she has merit, she might be able to get some convenience during the review in the future.

"Daoist Yu Ting, this time, don't let your Tianshi Mansion lose this treasure again."

After retrieving this sword, Luo Quan solemnly handed it to Daoist Yu Ting.

"Rest assured, this sword will definitely not be lost again!"

Daoist Yu Ting patted his chest, his gaze firm: "I guarantee it with my life!"

"By the way, after this matter is over, I have a favor I'd like to ask you."

The favor had already been owed, and Luo Quan didn't intend to wait long; she wanted to ask for it immediately.

"Miss Luo Quan, just say it; as long as it's not asking me to kill or commit arson, I won't even frown at anything else!"

"I have a play coming up in a while, and there's a role in it that suits you quite well; can you come and act in it?"

Luo Quan felt Daoist Yu Ting's personality was quite lively and he could try to play the male lead.

However, to be completely fit for the character, it definitely wouldn't work now; he needed to do some more training.

And Daoist Yu Ting, hearing Luo Quan's request, furrowed his brows: "Acting? Won't those 'fan circle' sisters come out to do business again?"

He felt quite aggrieved when he said this.

After fighting Vanovm Weiqi, not only was Vanovm Weiqi cursed, but he himself had also suffered cyberbullying.

And the culprit was the same group. ===== CHAPTER 816 =====