Tales walked into a dark room without any distractions.
There was a buzzing sound unique to crowds gathering outside the dark room, which was noisy and disturbing.
This reminded him of the football team he had supported in his previous life. When watching the game live, he probably felt the same way when he first entered the stadium.
Amidst the buzz outside the dark room, a young and cheerful male voice suddenly came:
"Hey, Old Man! Director Lobik! I'm here, here! Hey, this gentleman, you look a bit familiar."
"Wait a minute - you are Kloma Family's...Deler's cousin! Oh my god, we haven't seen each other for so many years, why are you so disabled! Kasha and Qina will definitely cry!"
Tales suddenly reacted, took a few steps forward, and looked out through the single-sided glass in the dark room. Sure enough, the entire Hall of Stars was diagonally below him.
Hall of Stars is a semi-open-air oval hall, which is at least ten meters high and can accommodate at least a thousand people. There are no walls in the direction of Star Gathering Plaza, only a protruding terrace, making this hall look like an irregular wide column on the side has been chopped off diagonally from top to bottom - or in other words, a semi-covered oval garbage shovel. Thinking of this, Tales couldn't help but smile.
The hall was already half full of people, sitting or standing, at least several hundred people.
The crowds become sparser as they move towards the center, they are well-dressed, quiet and composed, and basically all have seats - these are the aristocrats.
In the center of the hall is an empty round platform, surrounded by seven stone seats with obviously different specifications.
The unique stone seat among them is the throne, and the six surrounding stone seats belong to the six guardians Duke. On the periphery of the six stone seats, there are thirteen stone seats belonging to Thirteen Noble Families, forming a large semicircle.
The six stone seats are still empty, but Thirteen Stone Seats is already occupied by some people, all of whom are men between the ages of twenty and sixty. They have different heraldic emblems and expressions, and there are several entourages with tense expressions standing behind the seats.
The sound he just heard came from the stone seats of Thirteen Noble Families. Behind one of the stone seats stood a handsome blond man wearing a star-blue Alert Officer uniform. He had a handsome appearance and deep outlines. Compared with the feminine Magic User Ashida and the "little pretty face" Blood Race Istrone, they appear more energetic and masculine.
However, this handsome boy was hit hard on the head with a cane by a middle-aged nobleman with gray hair and an angry look who was walking towards him!
The middle-aged nobleman's clothes were tattooed with the symbols of two towers and a long sword.
"Kohn·Karabian, where is your noble upbringing? Can you speak human language! Deler is not only your cousin, but also one of Thirteen Noble Families, the head of the Kloma Family! Lord Wing Castle, kingdom Count! Show some respect!"
The stunned Tales was in the dark room, looking at the kingdom's Alert Officer, Kohn·Karabian. Gritting his teeth, he covered his head and yelled at his father, "Old Man, anyway, Terminal Platform is right in front of you! One more knock and we will go on stage to duel!"
Many people turned their heads this way, but after seeing the seat Thirteen Noble Families, they all shook their heads and ignored it.
Why is this noble family so weird?
"Haha, Kohn and I are familiar with each other, so we can better show our closeness..." Deler on one side seemed to know the daily life of his uncle and cousin, and quickly waved his hands to smooth things over, while Lobik on the other side hurriedly grabbed Old Karabiyang Earl, and waved his second stick in anger.
"By the way Kohn, although you are the eldest son of the Karabian Family... but your father hasn't even arrived yet, how did you get let in?" West City Vigilance Hall, the eldest son, Lobik·Dila quickly changed the subject.
"I'm not very sure either," Kohn rubbed his head and frowned, "I just recovered from the injury I sustained in Red Quarter a few days ago - Old Man Put down your cane and let's talk about this when we go home - we only received the order to go on duty. As soon as I arrived at the Revival Palace gate, the people from City Guard and Vigilant Hall saw that I was one of their own, so they let me in. When the guards in the palace heard that I was Karabian, they led me into the Hall of Stars."
His father, Lord Worra, Old Karabiyang Earl, was startled when he heard this.
Old Count did not ask any more questions. He and Deler·Kloma Count sat down on two stone seats respectively, while several followers Knight, Kohn and Lobik stood behind him.
Tales Listening to their conversation, he roughly guessed that both families are members of Thirteen Noble Families.
At this moment, the originally noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.
Tales's eyes turned in another direction.
In the distance, two unforgettable figures, surrounded by two teams of entourage, walked into the Hall of Stars on a blue star-patterned carpet.
People on the road naturally moved out of the way, bowed to say hello, or whispered.
Among the two figures, a fat, noble old man smiled honestly and responded to the people on both sides from time to time. A sword and a shield were embroidered on his back, intersecting against the background of the red sun.
That is the kingdom Prime Minister, Port Glorious City lord, Warden Duke of the East Sea, Bob·Kurun.
Next to him, another middle-aged nobleman in military uniform with a fierce look did not look around, but strode forward with a cold face.
On the chain mail shirt on the chest of the middle-aged noble, you can clearly see a sharp-eyed falcon, holding a branch in its beak and spreading its wings against the white background.
This is the Cold Castle lord, Warden Duke of the North, Val·Arendt who arrived at Royal Capital one day ago.
Sun Sword Shield and White-Backed Eagle - their emblems represent the two most powerful families in Six Great Houses respectively.
"National Affairs Conference? This is simply child's play!"
Duke of the North, Val, who had a scar on his chin, looked angry and did not hide his voice. He just heard him angrily yelling at the fat old man next to him:
"General Decree was signed by him personally! But he suddenly... allowed those subordinates to get involved. This is simply betrayal! As Prime Minister, you should stop him!"
Around them, the small and medium-sized nobles who heard the conversation between the two Duke quickly lowered their heads or turned away - just kidding, who dares to listen to the six guardians Duke and accuse Supreme King of Starfall!
"Although I don't think it's appropriate," Duke of East Sea Bob·Kurun, who is gray-haired, broad-minded, and fat, with bulging red cheeks, a precious mink shawl, and a protruding belly, said helplessly, "But I can't stop His Majesty's will."
Val snorted dissatisfied, not satisfied with Prime Minister's excuse.
The old fat man who rides on the wall and sways with the wind - how did he get called "Sword of the Bay" when he was young?
They walked past Thirteen Stone Seats, and every nobleman present stood up and bowed in salute, even the mature Karabian and the young Kloma were no exception.
"Even if he is the king we swore allegiance to, he can't humiliate us like this!" Val neatly threw off his cloak and threw it behind him. He saw Warrior's entourage and sat down on his seat with a flourish.
This vicissitudes of man with a scar on his chin, White-Backed Eagle's chest full of chill, is dressed in a chain-mail military uniform, and he holds up his left hand generously, exuding Northlanders's unique sense of sharpness and isolation from strangers.
He made no secret of his disgust for the king. "I really want to knock that bastard's front teeth off! Just like forty years ago!"
Kohn was behind his father's seat and whispered, "Even Duke of the North - how can he talk about His Majesty like this without any concealment?"
"If you grew up with His Majesty and almost married your sister to him," Karabian Count replied quietly, "You can also talk about His Majesty like this."
"Be careful, the guards will soon start passing messages down. At that time, every word of Twenty Stone Seats will be passed down to Star Gathering Plaza." Old Duke Cullen looked at it, sighed slightly, and tremblingly sat on one of the six stone seats with the support of his entourage. "He is our His Majesty after all! We can only hope that the advice will be effective."
These Northlanders-Fifty years have passed, and there has been no progress at all. Old Duke shook his head in his heart.
At this time, there was an uproar in the crowd, and the noise made up of whispers became louder and louder!
Gilbert The familiar voice came:
"In the name of the Starfall Kingdom Supreme King, Kessel·Brilliant Star..."
"Subjects of the kingdom, salute your His Majesty!"
Tales raised his eyebrows: I saw a group of people walking into the other side door of the Hall of Stars.
The crowd knelt down on one knee one after another like a wave, and only stood up after the king was far away.
The strong Kessel the Fifth, still holding his scepter in one hand, stepped into the Hall of Stars with a cold and majestic expression.
Eight Royal Guard members were closely guarding him.
The king instantly became the focus of the audience. Even though he knelt down on one knee, the whispers from the crowd did not decrease, but intensified.
"His Majesty is here," Duke of East Sea patted his fat face and said with a smile, "You might as well put forward your suggestions to him in person."
"Hmph," Duke of the North hummed disdainfully. "It seems like he will listen as long as I say it."
His Majesty Kessel strode toward the stone pedestal. At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and glanced at the location of the dark room, intentionally or unintentionally.
Tales Pinch your fist gently.
He adjusted his breathing and calmed down his mood.
Calm down, Tales.
The main show hasn't started yet.
Behind Iron Fist King's cloak, a group of people led by Gilbert followed closely, and the mature and tall Jinnie was among them.
Tales Only now did I see the family crest of Gilbert - it turned out to be a double-sided book.
"Ah, they are our Starfall Cunning Fox, Earl of Caso," the pot-bellied Duke of East Sea Kurun said with a smile, "And Count Godwin, Viscount Connie, Baron Gals, Lord Clappen... all are the future hope of the kingdom... and our alert and intelligent court Female Official, Lady Jinnie."
"Royalist Party people." Val on the stone seat shook his head in disgust, "I hope they understand soon that the best way to support the king is to find ways to make their His Majesty, stop doing crazy things, instead of trying every possible means to attack Nineteen Nobles, who is the arm of the kingdom--as for that bitch, every second she spends in the palace is an insult to the Yalend Family."
"Hu--hu--"
"King--King--"
At this moment, a louder cheer surged up, coming from the open air outside to Hall of Stars!
The hall was suddenly filled with deafening shouts from afar.
Many nobles changed their colors one after another, and many high-status commoners whispered to each other excitedly, and some even cheered along.
Tales wakes up: This is Star Gathering Plaza's people cheering.
"I guess," Duke Cullen curled his lips. "The guards have already started to spread the word to the square?"
Val turned his head, his face ashen.
Kessel came to Thirteen Stone Seats and looked at his vassals.
Thirteen Noble Families got up early, lined up in front of him, and knelt down on one knee to prove their loyalty.
Kessel stretched out his right hand expressionlessly, handed it to the first nobleman with Five-Pointed Star as his crest, and asked him to kiss the ring on it.
"Born Tallon, you are the first." The king said calmly, "You are still the first. You are always the first."
"Blood is thicker than water. His Majesty and Talen Family are branches of the Brilliant Star family, just as Five-Pointed Star will always be a part of Nine-Pointed Star." The young nobleman bowed his head respectfully.
Kessel frowned slightly, but he still nodded and walked towards the next noble.
"Smith·Sorel," his majestic voice spread, focusing every eye. "I heard that you and your territory are relentlessly opposing <Borderland Tax Exemption Order>?"
"Of course, His Majesty!" The middle-aged nobleman with the Golden Sun emblem on his body kissed the king's ring and shook his head firmly, "How can the blood of a noble be tarnished?"
Kessel hummed softly.
"Lewis Bozdov," King His Majesty stretched out his hand to a nobleman with a black lion on his chest with its teeth and claws showing. "Black Lion, who is good at fighting, will he still fight for the lions?"
"Fight to the death, His Majesty," the nobleman kissed the king's ring, with a meaningful smile, and replied slyly, "As long as the head lion is still wise and brave, take care of the lions."
Kessel nodded and continued moving forward.
"Tulami·Karabian" Kessel walked up to Karabian Count and showed his nostalgia. "I remember that you were once a member of the Starlight Legion and worked for John through life and death."
"It's for my hometown, life and death," Karabian Count said rigorously, kissing His Majesty's ring. "Everything is for the Star Kingdom's stability."
Kessel nodded thoughtfully.
"Deler·Kloma, you look smarter than your father," Kessel continued to move forward and said meaningfully to the young Deler: "Crow, who also wants a savior on one wing - is he still in Wing Castle?"
"That Crow was saved and cared for by its master," Deler·Kloma, who had Single Wing Crow tattooed on his body, bit his words skillfully, kissed the king's ring, and replied expressionlessly, "That's why he fought to the death to save his master - of course, that Crow will live forever in Wing Castle."
Kessel patted his shoulder, walked towards a half-bald nobleman, and stretched out his right hand.
"Hodge Dastan," this time the nobleman, with two long swords embroidered on his body, crossed in a cross, said in a cold voice Kessel: "I still remember that your clan language is 'Forward_or_backward,_survive_or_fall'. Have you chosen the direction to go this time?"
"The direction is always there." The half-bald Hoch Dastan lowered his head and kissed the king's ring, making his expression unclear. "But people who stand too high can always see clearly."
Kessel snorted coldly, not hiding his dissatisfaction with this person.
"Wilkos Zemuto, Polite Furis," this time, the king stretched out his hands and faced the two resolute nobles with White Bear and Iron Long Wall as their emblems. "Watchtower City and Elder Tower, can they withstand the cold wind in the north?"
"Cold wind?" Bearded Man's Wilkos Earl Zemuto kissed the king's ring and said heroically, "For the Star Kingdom, Watchtower City can even withstand the anger of the dragon!"
Not to be outdone, the bald Polite Earl Forris kissed the ring, his eyes shining. "Elder Tower stands in the howling cold wind, but no matter how cold it is, the Luhuo in the tower is still Never-ending."
At the king's signal, the two northern nobles slowly stood up.
Kessel walked past all the Thirteen Noble Families present and walked towards the two Duke.
He waved his hand and stopped Bob·Kurun who was shaking and trying to stand up. "Prime Minister Forget it, your belly is simply heavier than my scepter."
Duke of East Sea smiled, as if he didn't understand what Kessel said, and just nodded in thanks.
Jinnie on the side took off Kessel's cloak and asked King His Majesty to sit on the highest stone seat.
"As for you," Kessel glanced at Val and shook his head indifferently, "I guess you have a strange disease that prevents you from bending your knees?"
"Yes," Val·Arendt said carelessly, his eyes filled with anger. "No matter I face Exeter or Star Kingdom's Royal Authority, I have this strange disease!"
Kessel shook his head. "Forty years have passed and your sense of humor is still so bad."
After expressing their allegiance openly and secretly, all Thirteen Noble Families nobles returned to their seats one after another.
"Six guardians Duke, two are present, Thirteen Noble Families is eight." Gilbert reported with a serious face, "His Majesty?"
"Wait a little longer." Kessel said calmly.
On Star Gathering Plaza, thundering cheers came again.
Amid the cheers, Val said disdainfully, "It was suddenly announced that the high-level meeting would be changed to National Affairs Conference and held in advance - how many of the nobles who are too far away do you think can make it? At least, there is no need to count on the Terbach Family of Blade Ridge City!"
Kessel shook his head, his face expressionless. "This is a chess game for the Star Kingdom heroes. The players have already decided, and the game has already begun."
"It seems that the crown not only turned you into a king, but also turned you into a third-rate minstrel." Val·Arendt said angrily, gritting his teeth, and only Duke of East Sea smiled to smooth things over.
Tales in the dark room felt nervous at this moment. He saw a Black Robed Old Man, leaning on a cane, standing at the end of the "Royalist Party" team. People around him tried to avoid the old man, but behind him, followed a young man in a white robe with the same simple clothes.
That's...
"Morat·Hansen. Why is he here too?" Lobik Lord, who was next to Kohn, looked at the figure in black robe and frowned. "When I saw that poisonous snake, I got chills all over."
"He is Intelligence Chief from the Kingdom. Imperial Council is attending the meeting. Of course he has to come." Kohn also frowned, obviously not too cold about this person. "But according to what the director said, His Majesty and Prime Minister Duke Cullen who see him every day have already frozen to death... huh?"
Kohn raised his eyebrows with an expression of disbelief.
"That is?"
Under the surprised gazes of his father and the director, the blond Alert Officer Kohn·Karabian suddenly stepped forward with an angry and unfair look on his face -
"Black Prophet"Morat·Hansen!
Thanks to "Glory of the Iris Pattern" for the 100 Qidian coin reward! --What a coincidence, it's you again!
Are you dizzy looking at so many names?
It doesn't matter!
Because Tales thinks so too.