Wizard From Afar

The atmosphere suddenly became more serious, and the solemn color filled the entire great hall.

Meternich Leopold used his sharp gaze to look around the hall for a week; then turned back to Innocent Archbishop slightly nodded to his side, and bowed respectfully to Connold. Salute, just withdrew.

"Give me my mouth, hands, soul and authority with the Holy Cross, I will question here!"

I pushed aside the young priest who supported me on both sides, his stature was rickety Innocent Archbishop reluctantly supported his body with a scepter to stand firmly, and everyone around him was trembling with fear, for fear that the old man would fall.

"Simple farmers from Sackland, who do you regard as the king?!"

The voice is strong and the demeanor is solemn.

There was a deathly silence.

The black hair wizard couldn't help but look sideways. A group of nobles of Sackland wearing gold and silver turned their heads in the same direction very tacitly.

I saw Brandon, who rolled his eyes, pushed away the fatty in front of him, and let out a tired and helpless sigh, one-knee kneels fell before the steps of the throne: "Let's serve Ekha The son of special, Connold Desalion is king!"

"Sailors and wizards of Eboden, who is your leader?!"

"Dear Archbishop Your Excellency..." The Corona Master, who was surrounded by the leaders of the Chamber of Commerce in the Imperial Family wizard Academy, leaned slowly: "Our leader is only one person, and that is the son of Eckhart, Connold Desa. Leon!"

"The heroes of Arles, who is your Great Commander?!"

"Naturally the son of Eckhart, Connold Desali Ang, Lord Archbishop." With a wolf-like smile, Nolan Erd showed his mouth full of fangs and bowed very naturally.

"The hunters of Lotaire, the mountain people of Elman, who is your lord?!"

"It is the son of Eckhart, Connold Desalion!"

The serious-faced Duke of Alleman, Ulrich Wiertz, didn't say a word of nonsense.

"It's the son of Eckhardt, Connold Dessalion!"

Obviously it is the same sentence, and Yuri and Ruben are completely different when they say it. Effect.

"Boy's horseback people, and Byrne's Knights, who do you identify as your co-master?!"

"Son of Eckhart, Connold Desalion!" Salika Jonah loudly said: "I want to try the guy with Poe's blade and not sharp, do you want to try another one?!"

This cunning guy Grand Duchess Scimitar... She was also recommending Fitronay Dessalion yesterday.

Feeling the gaze that began to converge on myself, the black hair wizard neither fast nor slow was secretly tugging at the corner of the mouth, solemnly opened the mouth and said: "Knights of the 13th Byrne collar, agree Eckhardt’s son, Connold Dessalion, is recommended as our co-lord."

As soon as the voice fell, Loren could obviously hear the relieved voice in the hall.

Although they know that the dukes have reached an agreement "privately" with His Royal Highness, the agreement is only an agreement after all, and there is still a chance to deny it; only by hearing it in person like this can make them feel relieved .

"In the empire, all the leaders have already acknowledged allegiance; from Lotaire to Byrne, they have returned to Dessalion." I saw the old man turning around tremblingly, old and faint. Eyeballs stared at Connold’s face firmly:

"Connold Dessalion, would you like to take an oath?!"

The voice fell, all the Imperial Capital nobles We all held our breath and looked steadily forward at the royal prince.

The black hair wizard squinted his eyes, scanning face after face, and finally fixed on Connold's body.

Serious Ulrich Wiertz, heroic Ruben Fried, and Brandon with rolled eyes are still unconvinced;

Dismissively Sarika Jonah, the looked thoughtful Nolan Erd, plus the Sackland nobles with a look of rejoicing and who seemed to have won.

Only Connold frowned, dressed in a uniform, as if he was so heavy.

For a moment, Loren understood a little bit why he was so willing to compromise with himself.

"...a person's life should have an'ultimate goal', and everything else must be served for this..."

"...you can only see The person in front of you can never understand what it is like to see the person 40 years later, and what kind of thought..."

For Connold, continue and inherit the empire and maintain Desa Leon's imperial family's prestige... is probably his "ultimate goal", right?

Born to be a king, from the moment of birth, the trajectory of life is doomed, there is never one's own likes and dislikes, only the interests of the empire; for an "ultimate goal", to take everything for oneself go out.

Compared with Connold, Brandon...he is more like a noisy "unfair", impudent child who never grows up.

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Connold Dessalion's one-knee kneels, looking up at Innocent Archbishop, press the right hand on his chest:

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"I am willing."

"Are you...willing to inherit the great deeds of the emperors of the past...inherit them...for the empire...sacrifice everything, will?"

Innocent Archbishop, who was holding a cane, intermittently questioned with that posture that became more reluctant.

"I do."

Two simple words, the voice echoing in the hall seems to have weight.

Innocent Archbishop nodded, a smile of relief appeared on his aging and tired face.

The young priest on the right hurriedly held a wine glass with both hands, and the sterling silver cup was deliberately shaped into the shape of the become Saint cross.

Strongly stretched out his right hand, Innocent Archbishop tremblingly touched his finger on the edge of the cup, and the clear spring water wetted his fingertips.

Connold, who did not blink his eyes, let Archbishop bounce on his forehead.

"Take the head of you, receive the holy water;"

The priest on the left offers a short blade made of pure gold and hands it to Connold; Looking at His Royal Highness, without the slightest hesitation, he held the sharp blade, and the bright red color dripped on the precious white carpet under his feet.

"Through your flesh and blood, you can prove the bloodline;"

The bright red blood dripped continuously, and Connold, who loosened the blade, pressed the right hand, which was already full of red, on his chest. .

"Boom————!!!!"

With the trembling of the entire hall, the court guards on both sides opened the main entrance of the great hall.

Fitlonai Dessalion, wearing a cloak obliquely, stood outside the door, with a ring lying flat on the gold-rimmed cushion held by his right hand.

The expressionless long Her Highness the Princess held the sword in one hand, holding the ring in one hand, walking through the hall, through the crowd, and up the stairs step by step.

Qianli's silhouette passed by everyone's side like a breeze, but all her eyes were not focused on her, and she stared at the simple and unspeakable hoop.

There is no gold inlaid with silver; the shape is simple, there is only a mithril coat of arms engraved with an iron crown, and the rough appearance is just like a toy that children play out.

But it is of great significance.

Let go of the cane, Innocent Archbishop, who stood firm almost with perseverance, staggered and lifted the "iron ring" from the cushion:

" Give her heraldry with your hand!"

Connold raised his bloody hands and took the ring from Innocent Archbishop; almost at the same time, young people on both sides The priests immediately stepped forward and hurriedly supported Archbishop, which had almost fallen.

Under the attention of all the people, Connold put on the ring for himself, facing everyone, and slowly got up in the sight of all the breath-holding people.

Look around everyone.

At that moment, Loren was quite sure that he heard more than one sigh.

Yes, according to the ceremony process I heard from Brandon and the Secretary of the Seal, there should be a "Treasure Crown in your name".

But the "Iron Crown" that symbolized the imperial power of the Sacland Empire and inherited twelve generations...has become the spoils of war of the Azores on the night of the assassination.

According to Metternich Leopold’s statement, the original compromise or replacement crowns are not without—among the highest emperors of the past, many of them were cast to celebrate certain major victories or events. A new crown.

Especially the tenth-generation "Crazy Dragon Queen", she has almost as many crowns as her shoes.

But Connold refused.

He directly ordered the ceremony to be deleted from the process, not even mentioning it, and waited until "the time is right" to re-host the ceremony... the purpose is self-evident.

As I felt the more solemn atmosphere in the hall, the expression of the black hair wizard became more serious.

"The person who is soaked in holy water, bathed in dragon blood, and wearing heraldry, you are already the master of the sky palace, the emperor of the empire, the unique and unmatched king of this world!"

"You are the shepherd, the navigator, the leader!"

"Everyone will call your name, as they should do;"

"This world I will accept your sacrifice and protect you...until the end of the mission."

"The Holy Cross bears witness with this world that the Twelfth generation ends today; Connaught I and the first The thirteenth generation, starting today..." Innocent Archbishop, who shouted with the last breath, took a deep breath:

"My emperor is dead..."

"Long live my emperor--!"

The moment the words sounded, the ministers of the seal and the imperial cabinets were headed, and everyone in the whole hall unanimously under one-knee kneels.

He bowed his head respectfully and pressed the right hand to his chest.

"Long live the Sackland Empire——!!! Long live my Emperor Connold I——!!!"

Standing still in the shouts resounding through the hall The dukes who were motionless plus Brandon, or slightly nodded reluctantly or solemnly, pressed their chests hard.

"Long live the Sackland Empire——!!!! Long live my Emperor Connold I——!!!"

Listening to the sound of the hall trembling in the ears, Connold remained unchanged, frowned, his eyes fixed on the direction of the door.

Could it be...what is he waiting for?

A trace of astonishment flashed across the face of the black hair wizard.

The next second, a silhouette who burst into the hall suddenly verified his guess.

Amid the shouts and praise of everyone, a hurried court guard suddenly played the stairs from the edge of the hall, and the anxious silhouette was not approaching, but he was stopped by the minister who was aware of the seal. .

"Is it urgent?" Metternich Leopold stopped the guard quietly, and quietly pushed him aside: "As you can see, the ceremony is still In progress, any important event can wait until later..."

"Meternich!"

Connold's voice faintly sounded, and his eyes came: "Let him Come here."

The great hall suddenly became quiet.

Feeling the gaze of the new emperor behind him, the sighed then said minister of the seal had to wave his hand to disperse the people on both sides and let the guard go up the stairs.

The solemn guards felt the eyes of the whole hall, tense to the point that it was difficult to walk; twitching their throats forcefully, took out a letter paper from his arms, and offered one-knee kneels upside down.

Kang Nuohe slowly took it, paused, and opened it on the spot.

The nobles who got up gradually looked at their Emperor with amazement and the letter in his hand.

What kind of intelligence is...will it be so important?

The tense atmosphere continued for one minute with the motionless Connold.

One minute later, Connold I, with an indifferent expression, finally lifted the head slowly, his sharp eyes like a lion patrolling the territory, scanning the great hall for a week.

"Imperial subjects, don’t be nervous--this is just a letter from afar. A friend of mine for many years congratulates me on being crowned Emperor of the Empire."

"An untimely congratulatory letter... nothing more."

No, it's not right.

The black hair wizard raised his brows and narrowed his eyes.

Connold is lying. At this time, who else can give him such a congratulatory letter? A lie that is so clumsy is simply telling everyone, "I just want to lie to you ".

But the inner Qi atmosphere of the great hall is so peaceful, even Metternich, Minister of the Seal, took the lead in applauding, congratulating His Majesty for having a good friend who has always been so loyal to him, whether he is the crown prince or the emperor, It's still the same.

Imperial Capital nobles also clapped one after another, showing either flattering or "loyal" smiles on their faces, cheering and admiration one after another, endlessly.

They are impossible not to know that there is a problem with this letter, but they would rather believe that it is not true, and believe that their emperor can solve all problems invisibly, so that everything is the same as usual—not as good as that, This is why they elected Connold as the emperor.

In a huge empire, there must always be individuals who control all the power and carry all the burdens.

Connold Dessalion, he is a perfect candidate.

Under the suppressed atmosphere, the newly crowned Emperor Connold stood in front of his throne again, his red eyes as cold as iron, and once again swept across the entire hall.

"Today, I received his congratulations from a friend; in the coming year, I will let him understand that his congratulations are not unreasonable."

"He believes in me, and I...I believe that our empire, an empire that has survived repeated monster invasions for thirteen generations, will never fall because of a turbulent catastrophe."

"So, as an empire The new emperor, as the beginning of the thirteenth generation, the first order I want to announce... is the Sackland Empire, formally declare war on the Azores."

"Empire! Enter a state of total war ——!!!"