In full view of everyone, Kohn strode towards Black Prophet, the young man behind him.
"Raphael!"
Thirteen Stone Seats The nobles around him turned their heads and looked at him.
Kohn held back his emotions and called out to the young man, "Raphael Lindbergh!"
The young man in white robe also saw Kohn striding towards him. He showed a frivolous smile, whispered in Morat's ear for a while, and then faced Kohn.
"You have been missing for three whole years!" Kohn's anger was even noticed by the king on the high seat and the two Duke.
"Kohn!" The young man's voice was brisk and bright - just like his appearance, which makes people feel good. He opened his arms towards Kohn: "You are still so energetic!"
Kohn slapped the opponent's arm away without politeness. "Why don't you say goodbye?"
He looked at the Royalist Party people in the distance, as well as Morat·Lord Hansen, who was standing alone with no one approaching, and said in disbelief, "You... are following 'Black Prophet' now? Do you know how much blood and sin he has on his hands..."
"That is the misunderstanding of the world," Raphael said with a smile, "Hansen's contribution and sacrifice to the Star Kingdom are far greater than any other adults present."
Kohn was startled and couldn't find the words to refute for a while, so he could only say, "We will talk about this later. What have you done in the past three years..."
"Stay by Master Hansen, listen and follow his teachings." Raphael still had that calm expression.
"Teaching?" Kohn was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed from surprise to anger. "Is this the reason? You abandoned Miranda for three years for no reason! The reason is to listen to the teachings of that poisonous snake?"
"Lady Miranda?" Raphael gently crossed his arms and suddenly became cold:
"She never belonged to me, so why leave her?"
Kohn looked at his old friend in disbelief, as if he was meeting him for the first time.
"Are you crazy? Miranda She is still waiting for you to find..."
"For her own good, please give up those unrealistic thoughts."
Kohn widened his eyes, and then sighed, "If you think you are not worthy of her, then I can tell you right now, she doesn't care at all..."
"That was in the past, people will change." Raphael interrupted him coldly, "I liked her very much in the past, but I don't like her anymore, that's it."
The young man in white noticed the gazes from the six stone seats and said softly, "This occasion is not suitable for reminiscing about the past. Please excuse me."
But when he turned around, his shoulders were held tightly by Kohn!
"You haven't finished speaking yet," Kohn suppressed his anger. "Damn it - what's wrong with you! It's impossible for a person to change so fast!"
Raphael, with a cold expression, grabbed Kohn's hand. "That's because you haven't seen my true colors, Twin Tower Longsword's heir, Watch Officer Karabiyen."
Kohn pressed Raphael's shoulders firmly, with both anger and surprise in his eyes.
He knew that the young man in front of him was a genius with a photographic memory in Terminus Tower. During the same period of Terminus Tower, he was even the first awakened person of Ending Power. In the final assessment before leaving the tower, he was second, second only to Miranda, one place higher than Kohn himself!
The promising Terminus Swordsman!
But why--
Kohn gritted his teeth and said with persistence, "The Raphael I know cannot make such a choice! You... left the tower that day, and then there was no news from you... What happened?"
What happened?
Raphael sneered, "I have seen the true side of this world."
The next second, a cold and violent Ending Power swept over Kohn's grasped hand!
Instantly aroused a fierce resistance of star blue Ending Power in his body!
The surging Ending Power forced him to let go.
But Kohn didn't care about this.
He cares about other things.
Kohn looked at his old friend in shock and asked in disbelief, "Raphael, yours, your Ending Power... I remember it was clearly 'Sorrow of Sword Washing', but why... why did it become like this?"
Raphael raised his eyebrows, showed an incomprehensible smile, and said briskly, "Compared with the original me - I have been sublimated."
Kohn could only stare blankly as Terminus Tower's old friend turned around without any hesitation or nostalgia.
Raphael, who turned his back to him, turned his head and revealed a cold look. "I'll give you a piece of advice, Kohn·Karabian."
"Be careful today."
Raphael walked back to Morat·Hansen indifferently.
Alert Officer frowned and clenched his fists, his eyes full of complexity and surprise.
That feeling... could it be...
Kohn's eyes flashed before Red Quarter's sight of swords and swords that night.
The swordsman in red and black attire, and his murderous and indomitable crazy swordsmanship.
What's more important is his violent and Loss of Control Ending Power.
Kohn Take a deep breath.
No way?
After a few seconds, he exhaled and slowly returned to his father's side.
"Don't ask."
Facing the questions from his father and the director, Kohn, who was full of doubts and anger, rarely ended up with just two words.
When Thirteen Noble Families, Havia Family with Sun-Shooting Bow as its emblem, Amond Family with a dark blue wave as its coat of arms, and Rasia Family with Four-winged Lizard arrived, there was another commotion in the crowd.
But it was nothing compared to the sensation that Cavendish Family had when it came later - this time, there was more enthusiasm.
Tales in the dark room had sharp eyes and saw the person who caused a sensation in the crowd.
The well-behaved, kind and friendly Lord Emerald City, Duke of the Southern Shore Guardian, Jann·Cavendil, accompanied by an old man with a solemn posture, walked slowly while nodding and smiling at the people around him.
When he approached Thirteen Stone Seats, many nobles stood up and bowed in salute, and Jann patiently returned the bow one by one.
Jann walked to the stone seat in the center, faced the expressionless Kessel the Fifth, knelt down on one knee, and kissed the ring on his hand.
"Cavendil," Kessel frowned slightly. "I heard that you had a little misunderstanding with Royal Guard yesterday?"
"It's just a trivial matter," Jann said with a smile that made people feel good, "His Majesty doesn't have to worry about it."
Kessel nodded and glanced at Jann's smile with a profound look, "I hope it will be the same today."
Jann hesitated slightly.
Sure enough, something must have gone wrong.
It should obviously be a drama for the nobles to force an heir, but His Majesty seems to have been prepared for it?
The guards, one by one, passed the message to the square outside the hall, and then the thundering cheers were heard again from bottom to top:
"Hu--hu--"
"Kevin--Cavendil--"
"Iris Flower--Tricolor Iris--"
Tales's heart sank: Is that Duke of Iris so popular?
Listening to the cheers coming from the Revival Palace, young Duke stood up calmly and calmly, and the butler behind him calmly took his cloak.
Jann sat on one of the six stone seats and smiled at the other two Duke who looked different.
The smiling Bob·Duke Cullen raised his hand and introduced to the cold-looking "Iron Eagle": "Val, this is the young Jann..."
But Duke of the North, who was looking at Jann coldly, interrupted fat Duke's words without caring:
"Iris Flower... are you Star Kingdom the youngest Duke?"
Duke Cullen, who was interrupted, smiled disapprovingly and touched his belly.
Jann was startled, feeling that the other person's gaze was like a sword, too sharp to be looked at directly.
This is "Iron Eagle" Val? It's just as rumored...
I just don't know that when Exeter's soldiers are pointed directly at Northern Territory...
"First time we meet, the owner of White Eagle, Duke Arendell." Jann chuckled, caressing his chest and bowed lightly, "I am the youngest Duke, I am sorry that I am not worthy of it. As far as I know, the owner of the Terbach Family is much younger than me."
But Val's expression remained unchanged, and he said without any refutation, "It doesn't matter, since you are sitting in that position, it means that you also have the right to participate in this game."
At this time, a discordant and sharp sound penetrated the crowd, interrupting the voices of almost half of the hall.
"What a pity..."
Tales heard a sharp and abrupt voice coming from another side door, penetrating the crowd:
"Every time I step into this city, this so-called Royal Capital..."
The crowd dispersed, and the nobles' eyes were quite complicated, showing both disgust and excitement.
"You can smell the unique smell of city people..."
"The stench of pampering... is simply disgusting..."
On the carpet, the owner of the sharp voice, accompanied by his entourage, limped towards the nobles.
"... like Old Man, who is obviously old and dying, but still sitting in his corpse position, and the pretty boy who is still young - can actually sit on the throne of six Grand Duke."
As soon as these words came out, many nobles immediately burst into an uproar.
On the six stone seats, Jann's face froze slightly, while the fat Duke Cullen laughed, Val·Arendt narrowed his eyes and squeezed his fists.
Tales was surprised to find that a middle-aged man with thinning hair was walking towards him. He had a haggard and bloodless face, and even his lips were sunken, making it look like he was missing his upper row of teeth. Only a pair of smart and sharp eyes proved that he was a living person.
One of his feet was obviously disabled, and he relied on a crutch to support him. He stepped on Star-Blue Carpet step by step and walked towards the six stone seats.
Val·Arendt clenched his fists and said with a bad look, "I haven't seen you for many years, damn old bones."
"Cyril!" Kessel the Fifth on the throne actually showed a playful smile, "It's good that you are here! Otherwise, the title of 'least popular person' in this meeting will be taken away by our Duke Arendell."
Duke of the North on the side snorted coldly.
"Hahahahahaha--"
This haggard middle-aged man, Lord of the Wastelands, Duke of the Western Deserts Guardian, Cyril·Falkenhaus, let out a long and sharp smile, limped in front of the king, supported his crutch with one hand, knelt down and kissed his ring. He spoke in a cold and sharp voice:
"Falkenhaus is never absent, His Majesty."
The three Duke present had different expressions, but none of them made a sound.
Tales frowned: Cyril The moment he bent down and lowered his head, a horrifying skull pattern appeared on the scarlet cloak behind him, and there were actually four eye holes on the skull.
Falkenhaus, this wealthy family with Four-Eyed Skull as its emblem has always been mysterious, and is on the front line of Western Wasteland's battle against the Desolate Bone Tribe and Orc.
"Three o'clock has arrived, four of the six Duke have arrived, and eleven of the thirteen nobles have arrived, His Majesty, that's all." Gilbert looked around the entire hall and nodded solemnly to Kessel.
Kessel nodded slightly but said nothing.
And the scepter in his hand was flipped in the air and slammed to the ground!
"Boom--"
For some reason, in Tales's eyes, the sound of this meal actually spread throughout the entire hall, like a heavy hammer ringing in people's hearts!
The sounds in the hall gradually became quieter.
"Everyone, it's time--"
Under the ingenious design of Hall of Stars, Kessel's thick and majestic voice spreads clearly and unmistakably.
"Starfall Kingdom, End Era 672, National Affairs Conference."
"This is where it begins."
The bustling Hall of Stars immediately fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to the center, where the king, four Duke, and eleven Count were in a strange silence.
Until the guards passed the king's words out of the hall.
So, under the Revival Palace, the cheers and excitement of Star Gathering Plaza exploded again.
But it is completely different from what Royal Capital Residents people imagined.
National Affairs Conference was started by a noble who questioned National Affairs Conference itself and Thirteen Noble Families's mutual criticism.
"Sorel, what do you mean?" Burn Tallon, a young nobleman of Five-Pointed Star and a distant relative of the Radiant Star Royal Family, asked angrily:
"Are you questioning His Majesty's authority to convene National Affairs Conference?"
"What I question is not His Majesty's power - he is the king, of course he can do whatever he wants!"
Questioners of National Affairs Conference's legitimacy, opponents of <Borderland Tax Exemption Order>, Smith Sorel, whose emblem is Golden Sun, responded unceremoniously, "What I question is whether he maintains the most basic respect for our Nineteen Nobles family!"
His Majesty Kessel stroked his cane and said nothing, as if he had not heard the words.
Count Sorrel snorted coldly and continued, "What we received is Star Summons! It is the wise nobles who gathered together in High Council to grasp the future of the Star Kingdom! Instead of this mess, anyone can come and destroy National Affairs Conference!"
The civilian spectators on the periphery suddenly made a protest, but they were immediately suppressed by the voices of the nobles in the center of the hall and the angry looks of the guards.
"It makes sense," Lewis Count Bozdov, who just hinted that "as long as the head lion is still brave and brave," stroked his stubbled chin and said thoughtfully, "In this case, no matter what is discussed, there will be no good results, not to mention that big thing - High Council is more appropriate."
"We should move to the small conference room immediately."
"Bozdov, what do you mean is that we should break up and have another small gathering of nineteen people?" Count, Watchtower City lord from the north with White Bear as his emblem, Earl Zemuto, said coldly, "We've already come to this, and you're still struggling with this matter - didn't your mother give you any brains?"
In the hall, the crowd exploded at this unabashed insult and attack!
Even Duke Cullen and Jann on the six stone seats frowned, and only Duke of the North sneered.
"My mother has a very good memory, so she probably hasn't forgotten this," Bozdov was not agitated and replied with a chuckle, "Earl Zemuto you--"
But his words were interrupted by another Northern Territory noble.
"Shut up, Black Lion, we don't really care about your mother or whether you have any brains."
Lord Elder Tower, who also came from the north, with Iron Long Wall as the target, Earl Forris, knocked on the stone base again and again, and with a livid face, he said coldly, "Let's go south Royal Capital, are here to deal with that big event! What we are concerned about is the safety of the Star Kingdom. And you bunch of bastard southerners are still concerned about whether the title of the invitation you received is correct?"
"Star Kingdom's safety?" The nobleman Hodge Count Dastan, who had previously ridiculed the king for "standing too high to see clearly," intervened. He shook his head. "Don't be arrogant, you are only concerned about your own safety - but I don't want to blame you for this, because I am not nobler than you."
He leaned forward and glanced at each noble with sharp eyes. "But this is not a question of raising an invitation, but a question of whether His Majesty uses National Affairs Conference to kidnap public opinion and intimidate the subordinate lords - this is related to the safety of all of us, not just the northern nobles!"
The audience was in uproar again!
Some people even shouted "Get out! Selfish nobles!".
But Count Dastan was still in the chaos, waving his hands to the lords, and loudly shouted with a ferocious face, "Don't forget Desert War! Don't forget how you were forced to recruit the people of the territory just to vent the anger of the royal family!"
Kessel the Fifth's brows didn't wrinkle until this moment.
But I have to admit that his words are very convincing - Tales also began to think about the purpose of National Affairs Conference this time.
"We can talk about the procedure later, but that matter is imminent!" Count Talen raised his hands and frowned. "We must make a decision on how to deal with that matter today!"
"Decision? How to make a decision?" Count Sorrel punched the stone pedestal with his eyes wide open. "In full view of everyone! In broad daylight! In front of so many civilians, and even the enemy's eyes and ears, we can't even mention what the matter is! How can we discuss it?"
"Simple," "Black Lion" Bozdov said with a smile, "Everyone knows what's going on. Let's talk about what price you are willing to pay to solve the problem?"
At this moment, a sharp and acerbic laughter came from Six Grand Duke: "Hahaha, that thing? - I said, you guys have been talking about it for so long, why are you still so secretive?"
"What are you afraid of? Afraid of Exeter?"
"Afraid of the king? Afraid of us Duke?"
"Are you afraid of the civilians in this hall and the square below?"
The expressions of everyone in the field changed and they looked at Cyril·Falkenhaus who looked haggard.
The family crest is Duke of the Western Deserts Guardian from Four-Eyed Skull, and he smiled horribly:
"Speak clearly!"
"Exeter's Envoy, and their Prince, were killed in the Star Kingdom!"
Everyone was shocked!
Although Nineteen Nobles and General Decree know about this, it is still a secret that has not been made public!
How dare he, how dare he?
Duke Cullen frowned, Duke Arendell patted his thigh and shook his head "ha", while Jann pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.
"Sir Falkenhaus!" Earl of Wing Fortress, the cousin of Kohn who is in the west of the kingdom with Duke of the Western Desolation, Deler·Kloma tried to stop him with an ugly face. "We don't have to worry about this matter National Affairs Conference--"
"Shut up, kid! The adults are talking!" Falkenhaus interrupted him rudely, suffocating Earl of Wing Fortress who knew him somewhat.
Old Karabiyang Earl, who has always been close to the Kloma Family, couldn't help but frown.
I saw Cyril·Falkenhaus, with a sinister look on his face and gritted teeth, continuing to say what should be a taboo secret:
"You all know it, but only the civilians don't know! Those Barbarians won't let this opportunity pass by!"
"That Broken Treaty--they've been waiting for it for twelve years."
"Everyone of the Star Kingdom, whether you are a king, aristocrat, or a commoner, listen up!"
"Star Kingdom, and Exeter."
"Between the Shield and Blade of the Western Continent."
"The war is coming."
Thanks to "Glory of the Iris Pattern" for the reward of 100 Qidian coins--Why is it always you? how_old_are_you?
Also, fasten your seat belt.
It's time to drive.