Although Su Xiao had no idea where the Royal Family's council hall was either, he soon thought of a way. In fact, finding the Royal Family's council hall was simple and could be done in three steps.
First: Find a guard.
Second: Stare at him for ten seconds.
Third: Say calmly, "Come with me to the Royal Family's council hall."
For the rest of the journey, the anxious guard began questioning his life choices. His mind ran wild, and he was completely at a loss.
Following the direction the guard behind him unconsciously took, Su Xiao soon found the Royal Family's council hall.
The doors to the Royal Family's council hall were tightly shut. All important matters in the kingdom received their final decisions here. The hall was not used often. After all, the officials did not need to come to the Royal Capital every day. They only gathered here when summoned by the King.
Su Xiao pushed open the doors to the Royal Family's council hall. The hall was quiet, with seats arranged in a circle around it. At the head stood a towering metal throne. It had been forged from a huge meteorite that had fallen from the sky, and was pitch-black all over.
A figure sat on the throne. He wore loose clothing of red and gold and an iron crown on his head. The crown had been passed down for more than a thousand years, inherited from the first king, King Iron Crown Adelaide Herbert.
The one sitting on the throne was the old king, Bai Herbert. He was sixty-five years old, yet his hair and beard were completely white. Although years of nourishment from various precious secret medicines had left his skin wrinkle-free and his complexion ruddy, he still gave off an unmistakably aged air.