One Piece: Tulip Family

Two days later, the capital of the country of flowers was Birmingham.

Today is the Spring Festival of the Flower Country, and as a famous agricultural kingdom in the West Sea, the Spring Festival is particularly important for the sake of vigorous growth and a good harvest of grains, and the whole country is enveloped in a solemn atmosphere.

With clear skies and a gentle breeze, it was a rare good weather.

Birmingham's Royal Square was silent, and countless officials and citizens turned their eyes to the staircase leading to the altar.

There, the twelfth monarch of the Land of Flowers, King Stantin, was slowly walking to the top of the altar.

He was about forty years old, dressed in gorgeous sacrificial robes, with a burly figure and vigorous steps, and every step he took was as steady as Mount Tai, and his eyes were resolutely staring ahead.

He has a handsome face, thick eyebrows, a high nose bridge, healthy and firm ancient skin, and a neat short beard on his lips, looking very shrewd and capable, but his brows that have been slightly frowning are a little ruined, and there seems to be an inexplicable backlog of sorrow in his heart.

The national master of Hatoha, who was also wearing a gorgeous sacrificial robe, followed the king step by step, holding a paper fan in his hand and shaking it gently, his expression was calm, his posture was relaxed, his eyes occasionally skimmed the people below, and the corners of his lips were always involuntarily slightly curled to reveal a sneer.

It stands to reason that the spring festival is an important sacrifice in the country of flowers, and in previous years, it was sacrificed by the king alone, praying that the country would have good weather in the new year, and the people would live and work in peace and contentment, and other people would not be eligible to climb the altar.

But this year, Hatoha insisted on sacrificing with the king, and King Stantin was suffering from the control of Queen Crane Feather and the little prince by the other party, so he had to agree to Hatoha's unreasonable request, but his heart was full of pain, and he felt that he had lived up to the majesty of the kings of the country of flowers.

In the anguish of his heart, King Stantin came to the top of the altar, he breathed a sigh of relief, calmed the distractions in his heart, straightened his sacrificial robes, and prepared to begin the sacrificial rite.

"Wait, Your Majesty.

At this moment, Havefa suddenly stopped King Stantin's movements, Stantin frowned, turned his head to look at Havefin with a calm face, his eyes were full of anger, "Actually interrupted me at an important sacrificial moment, Hatoyu, you are becoming more and more presumptuous." "

Ha, don't be angry.

Haha didn't care about Stantin's anger, he shook the paper fan in his hand slightly, and said something that made King Stantin's even more furious, "I think, if you don't mind, I will carry out this year's sacrifice in your place."

"What are you talking about, are you trying to rebel?" King

Standin suddenly turned and shouted, his eyes full of rage, his fists clenched, the muscles of his arms hidden in the wide sacrificial robes bulging like dragons, and he almost couldn't control the anger in his heart and smashed his fist into Haveha's nonchalant face.

Sacrifice and military affairs are important means for a country's monarch to assert his authority, and now, the fact that the national teacher of Hatoha is actually trying to get involved in the spring festival is not a clear revelation of his intention to rebel.

"Hehe, His Majesty is angry.

In the face of King Stantin's rage, the corners of Hatofeather's mouth raised slightly and showed a slight sneer, "Why tear your face, you know that what I want is the throne."

"Dreaming, the country of flowers has gone through eleven generations of monarchs, living and working in peace and contentment under the rule of my royal family, singing and dancing, even if you die, I will not let the country of flowers fall into the hands of ambitious people like you."

King Stantin's body trembled slightly, and it was evident that he was forcibly restraining the anger in his heart, if not, if it were not for the queen's control, he would have wanted to peel off the skin of the dove feathers.

"You're giving up your wife and children, Your Majesty.

Hatofeather squinted slightly, a gloomy light flashed in the corner of his eye, and the paper fan in his hand inadvertently pointed to the attic opposite the altar.

"Crane Feather!" Looking

in the direction pointed by Hatofeather, Standin couldn't help but let out a low cry, only to see an open window at the top of the attic in the distance, where Queen Crane Feather was standing with the little prince in her arms, and behind her, several cultists of the Cult of the Evil God were closely guarding her.

"How about it, Your Majesty, have you thought about it?"

Hatoha tapped his wrist with a paper fan, constantly putting pressure on King Stantin, "If you don't care, Queen Crane Feather will fall off if she is not careful, and when the time comes, His Majesty will lose his beloved, and by the way, His Royal Highness will not be spared." "

You bastard.

Standin couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, pushed the dove feather away, and roared in a low voice: "She's

your sister!" "No, no, no, I don't have such a sister who eats inside and out, and I have forgotten my duty as a saint, and it is not a pity to die, now, she is just your queen."

Hatofeather dusted off his sleeves indifferently, revealing a victor's smile, he knew better than anyone how much King Stantin cared about Crane Feather, otherwise he would not have used Crane Feather as a bargaining chip in the country of flowers in the past few years.

"How so, how can this be? Why, why..."

Standin stared at the crane feather in the attic in the distance, on the one hand, the woman he loved and his son, whom he had not seen since birth, and on the other hand, the royal family had guarded the country he had sworn to rule for generations.

"As long as you are willing to give me the throne in public, I promise to give you the dignity you deserve, and not hurt Queen Crane Feather in the slightest, so that your family can be reunited.

Seeing Stantin's struggling expression, Dove Feather continued to gush endlessly, but he felt quite disappreciative in his heart, those who are big things should have the courage of gecko's tail to cut off, how can they be entangled in the personal affairs of their children, Stantin loses in too much affection, and the weakness is too obvious.

"I, I—"

Statin opened his mouth with difficulty, but couldn't say a word, it was too difficult to make a decision at this moment.

"Hmph, are you petty people holding the queen hostage? Just

as King Stantin and Hatoha were deadlocked on the altar, there was a sudden shout from the people below, and the piercing blue thunder and lightning exploded, and a figure wrapped in thunder and lightning flashed out of the people in vain, flashing like lightning towards the attic where Queen Tsuruba was hijacked.

"Is it, is it real?"

King Stantin clenched his fists and took two steps back, the corners of his eyes burst into a strong color of hope, and his body couldn't help but tremble nervously, of course he understood who the figure wrapped in thunder and lightning was, he was the cadre of the Tulip Family, the ability of the thunder fruit, the thunder god Anilu.

It turned out that the members of the Tulip family rushed to Birmingham, the capital of the country of flowers, and under the planning of Chloe, the strongest Anilu infiltrated the royal city late at night, secretly contacted King Stantin, and exposed the conspiracy of the Hatoha national teacher.

Therefore, for today's incident, His Majesty has actually been wary of it in his heart, and his only concern is whether Anilu can really rescue Queen Tsuruha and the little prince as he said, which is the key to turning the tables!