From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

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Three days later.

Jiannu Island officially held a grand ceremony to celebrate the new emperor's succession.

Strictly speaking, the ceremony of electing an emperor has nothing to do with this isolated island. It is nothing more than an excuse to attract more viewers, but it is undeniable that this decision is indeed effective.

Several flying dragon species landed in the landmark building area of ​​Jiannu Island, and the Travel Town also welcomed luxurious carriages with various noble flags.

The two earls met in the drawing room.

A vibrant lion, this was Priscilla's first impression of Selena.

She has a tall figure for a woman, and her limbs have obvious signs of exercise. She cannot be described as simply brave, but closer to a beautiful beast.

He has rust-red curly hair hanging down from his back. He is not wearing a formal dress, but is wearing a large coat. He may be judged behind his back as not being a noble, but in an empire full of struggle, with a powerful force like the Flying Dragon Army, he can naturally run wild. Unimpeded.

In fact, the nobles are more accustomed to secretly calling this woman "Scorching Duke" because when the other party was fighting for power with her father, she burned her obstruction to ashes with a fire and committed the crime of killing a blood relative.

There are no princes in the empire, only counts and barons. The counts are divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. In a sense, they correspond to the power. Delton is an intermediate earl, inferior in status to Sai, who is a superior earl. Linna.

But unexpectedly, Selina took the initiative to show kindness to the count.

"Long time no see, Jura, how have you been lately?"

The earl looked at the white scar on the side of the other person's face and felt it was a little dazzling, so he answered vaguely.

"Well...well, I'm still the same. It's great to see you doing well."

"This must be the legendary lady. My two subordinates praised you very much. Let me tell you in advance that our contract will last until the next hundred years." Selina randomly picked a topic and joked.

"No need." Priscilla replied completely nonchalantly, "Only clowns who are beautiful enough to meet my vision, or who are not boring, are qualified to stay by my side. It's just that my husband is completely unqualified."

"Madam, you are really merciless in what you say. Don't you like this event?" Selena felt the other party's strong ego.

"It makes no sense to show loyalty to the emperor without any price, but I am not so narrow-minded as to blame the people for indulging in such entertainment activities. Of course, the most important thing is that the ugliness of risking one's life to fight is admirable."

Priscilla took out the fan from her arms and unfolded it to cover her beautiful face with a smile.

"Earl Delton, you have really found an outstanding lady. She is very compatible with me, but she is too young to drink." Selina said happily and regretfully.

"Wait a minute." The Earl was shocked. "This is obviously a way to provoke the general. Please don't be so rash..."

"Idiot, I have tasted just a few drinks, but Count Selina's appearance is worthy of a swig."

The conversation turned into mere chat, and almost distorted cheers came from the duel field. The number of rounds throughout the day expanded to thirty rounds, which meant that at least fifteen sword slaves were about to die violently.

"Everyone in the audience and adults in the VIP room, please prepare thick handkerchiefs."

The duel was staged, and soon the ground in the center was spattered with blood and flesh. The mutilated corpses made the audience shout wildly, mocking the loser mercilessly, and giving a mixture of insults and praise to the winner.

In the VIP room, the count covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and vomited uncontrollably. He saw the excrement and blood that spilled out when the body relaxed.

Priscilla stood up and asked the count to go outside to get some air. For the imperial nobles, this was really unseemly.

"Why is the suspension bridge raised?"

"Puli...help me...vomit..."

Priscilla looked around seriously with her eyebrows. From the VIP room, you could have an unobstructed view of the island. When the attention of the audience and the guards fell on the duel, another strange noise seemed to appear on this isolated island of sword slaves. .

The sword slaves have escaped from the underground, and most of them are still unaware.

"Where is Selina's superior count! Find it for me!"

Rough and savage sounds echoed.

A group of guys who look like thugs are walking in the VIP area as if there is no one else around. Strong men are also in the group, but the leader is a one-eyed man with an overall level of LV49 and the second seat of the Sword Slave. He can be taken seriously anywhere. Heroic combat power. Priscilla immediately observed her surroundings. Just as she was about to hide the count, her eyes stopped on the vomit.

Staying with it is the body ready for action.

"I will reconsider the idea of ​​hacking you to death."

"Sword slave... hide behind me."

The vomit killed the possibility of escaping the accident. Priscilla adjusted her clothes. She was not good at fighting at the moment, but Yang Jian could guarantee her survival. But another problem was that the princess was now a dead person and appeared in public again. Even then As an imperial brother, there is no way to turn a blind eye. In other words, the so-called blood relationship is not worth the loss of the emperor's authority. The previous openness to one side was already the end of benevolence and righteousness, and exhausted all human kindness.

The thugs rushed to the top of the VIP area.

"I am the superior Count Selina you are looking for."

"what?"

"Are you kidding me, you little brat?"

"She is very beautiful."

"Whenever you see my orange-red hair, you should be able to think of me as Mr. Zhuo Er. Don't waste my time and the inviter's time."

The one-eyed man felt that the girl's courage was beyond common sense. He could only judge that the count's portrait would not be circulated in the market. They, a group of sword slaves who had not left the island for several years, did not have such accurate information channels.

"Excuse me, superior count, please come with us. The leader wants to see you."

The one-eyed man tried his best to show respect. There were only a few superior counts, and they were the next important hostages. Once he committed suicide, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Take him with you."

"can."

At this time, the Earl still looked confused.

The one-eyed man took the two of them to the lake viewing terrace.

The body of the second guard general has gradually cooled down.

Priscilla looked at the thin and handsome young man on the sofa. He was out of tune with the sword slaves.

"I specially invited you here because you have some expectations for the future. Regardless of the outcome, I am barely qualified as a hostage. What agreement do you want to reach with the empire?"

Ubik laughed inexplicably.

"Let this island free all the sword slaves. We just want to be free."

……

Sword slaves riot on the isolated island.

The sword slaves detained twenty-one nobles, including Selina's superior count, and demanded their freedom.

This news was transmitted back to the imperial capital as quickly as possible, and the chief magician of the palace personally activated the teleportation array.

Blood Emperor Vincent Flakia issued a royal order in this regard.

All cleared within one day.

One of the nine divine generals, the third seat, the evil man, led his knights to dispatch immediately.

(End of this chapter)