At the center of Origin Island, a series of majestic palaces stretch across the land. One building in particular is eye-catching, as if it gathers the essence of heaven and earth, and has a very unique temperament. Ancient and profound, it is like Sage has experienced the vicissitudes of life, standing alone and looking down on all living beings.
Buratino Royal Palace.
Originally the residence of the Gendaya ancestors, the original stone courtyard was continuously expanded after the Royal Court was formally established, eventually forming this sprawling palace complex and the royal palace as it is today.
This is the power center of the Gendaya Royal Court, where successive King of Gendaya were crowned, and where Cabinet Council were also held in a side hall of the palace.
"Wow, compared to the royal palace, the palace I saw at the Silver Peak Clan is utterly shabby." Caesar stared, his eyes gleaming with a thieving light that made the patrolling guards around him quietly on guard.
Crassus flicked Caesar on the forehead, then quickly ran behind Logo, smirking at Caesar, "Don't look around like that, or they'll come and grab you!"
"You fat cat, couldn't you have given me a proper warning? You're asking for a beating!" Caesar squinted, looking like he was ready to fight Crassus to the death.
Crassus, emboldened by his master's power, remained unfazed. "If a proper reminder were to work for you, would you still be called Caesar?"
"That's true..." Caesar nodded subconsciously, but quickly realized something was wrong. However, just as he was about to retort, he met Logo's ambiguous eyes, and the words caught in his throat. He could only stammer and utter no words, and finally he could only lower his head in dejection and continue on his way in silence.
Crassus also became obedient, not because he was frightened by Logo's eyes, but because he had been grabbed by the back of Fate neck and successfully turned into a handbag.
"The world is finally at peace!" Tiffany exclaimed. She had been bothered by Caesar and Crassus the whole way, and if she hadn't been unable to defeat those two, she would have shut their machine-gun-like mouths long ago.
The clan gathering was held in the main hall of the royal palace. Logo, carrying the fat cat in his hand, led a group of people behind him. After being checked by the guards, they entered the main hall.
Upon arriving here, Caesar's eyes, which had previously concealed their cunning gleam, lit up again. This time, Logo didn't say much, because he too was shocked by the scene before him.
Everywhere he looked, there were rare treasures. The dome was magnificent and dazzling, with the center resembling a starry curtain, dotted with countless silver lights. Logo, Logo his sharp eyes, immediately recognized it as a Demigod, and of definitely high quality.
"Demigod, at least a six-star high-quality item, is just placed so openly in the main hall... But thinking about it carefully, although the Royal Court's economy has been declining in recent years, it seems to be stronger in terms of high-end weaponry than it was a hundred years ago, especially in terms of individual equipment..."
"After all, most of the Demigod of the Dawn Empire who were killed back then left behind their most prized possessions..."
"These powerful five- or six-star equipment pieces will never be sold unless the Royal Court faces a life-or-death crisis."
Thoughts raced through his mind. Logo withdrew his gaze, glanced around, and found his spot, which was towards the back.
"Our seats are over there, let's go there first." Logo pointed in a certain direction.
The old count nodded slightly, and the group walked over.
After taking his seat, Logo casually picked up a greenish-blue fruit from the table and put it in his mouth. This thing looked like an unripe grape, but it was neither sour nor astringent; on the contrary, it was extremely sweet and delicious.
With a slight gleam in his eyes, Logo grabbed a handful of fruit and began to eat them leisurely.
"The Logo brothers seem to be having a very comfortable time," a voice came from behind.
Logo leaned back in his chair, not turning his head, and said, "Unlike the young Duke, Logo is nobody, yet nobody surrounds me."
Youlus stepped forward, casually sat down on the ground, picked up a handful of fruit, and said with a wry smile as he ate, "Don't make fun of me. Those social engagements are driving me crazy. If I had a choice, I would never be this damn little Duke."
Logo tilted his head and smiled slightly, "Haha, that's not up to you. A person's Fate is nine-tenths determined by heaven, and it can't be changed at will."
"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore, let's chat about something interesting..." Youlus changed the subject, telling Logo a few amusing anecdotes.
The two chatted casually, and the atmosphere was quite pleasant.
Logo knew that Youlus had been sent to build a relationship with him.
Youlus knew, Logo knew his intentions.
Neither side tacitly agreed to this understanding, and they continued to deepen their acquaintance in a simple and unassuming way.
As time went by, the once somewhat empty main hall of the palace began to gradually become crowded.
The noise grew louder and louder, like a swarm of bees buzzing around his ears, yet it wasn't actually noisy. Although he had experienced this scene several times before, Logo was still somewhat unaccustomed to it.
He prefers to spend quiet moments in the silent laboratory, moving among various instruments.
"The Left Prime Minister has arrived!"
With a loud shout that echoed throughout the hall, the previously noisy scene immediately fell silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the entrance.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a composed and calm middle-aged man slowly walked in from the outside. He was dressed in a simple robe, like a well-educated and gentle scholar, with extraordinary demeanor and great affability.
Left Prime Minister Alex, Gray-Eyed Blood Descendants, leader of the New Blood Faction, one of the three most powerful figures in the Royal Court, Demigod spellcaster.
"Greetings, Left Prime Minister!" The crowd in the hall bowed in unison, and Logo was no exception, kneeling on one knee.
"Get up, no need for formalities." Alex waved his hand gently, and an invisible force appeared out of thin air, slowly helping everyone to their feet. The precision of the force was breathtaking.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Alex slowly walked forward. When he reached Logo, he nodded slightly to him with obvious goodwill on his face.
Logo was taken aback at first, then "panicked" and bowed down.
Alex gave him a deep look, then strode towards the central throne, to the left of a smaller seat.
After the Left Prime Minister sat down, everyone dared to sit down in turn, but the previous noisy atmosphere never returned, and the atmosphere became somewhat restrained.
Logo narrowed his eyes. He had heard that this Left Prime Minister, Alex, was in charge of the Royal Court's laws, and was known for his impartiality, ruthlessness, and secret nickname "Black Fiend." Now it seemed that the rumors were quite true.
After taking his seat in the position designated for the Left Prime Minister, Alex closed his eyes slightly to rest.
A moment later, another loud shout rang out, echoing throughout the hall.
This time, the voice clearly carried a different emotion: excitement, respect, love, and admiration...
"Elder King Laken of the Night Watchers has arrived!!"
"Elder, they've arrived!"
"Quick, quick, don't block my view, let me see the Grand Elder."
"Hey, what's the rush? Let me see first!"
The appearance of the Grand Elder was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing waves to surge and roar.
Logo looked up, curiously glancing over.
In the distance, a chubby little boy, about eight or nine years old, walked in with his hands behind his back.
His robes were too large, and when he wore them, they looked out of place and somewhat comical.
Those who saw the Grand Elder's true face for the first time were utterly shocked. The image they had imagined in their minds was like a shattered mirror, never to be seen again.
"He... he's the Grand Elder?" Tiffany murmured in disbelief. The collapse of an idol often happens in the blink of an eye.
Even the usually composed and reserved Sherlock lost his composure, his brow furrowed as he said, "Could it be... a mistake? Is this the Grand Elder's grandson?"
The old count remained calm. "You're not mistaken, he is the Grand Elder, the guardian of our Royal Court."
Tiffany gently touched her forehead. "Is it really the Grand Elder? Just one..."
"Little brat!"
Tiffany didn't dare say the last few words, but everyone guessed what she was going to say next.
After all, that's what they thought too.
"Oh my, it's been a long time, everyone! Five years have passed in the blink of an eye. Time flies, and the ancients were right."
The elder walked slowly toward the depths of the main hall with his hands behind his back. His voice was childish, but his tone sounded old-fashioned.
Left Chancellor Alex stood up, bowed, and said, "Greetings, Grand Elder!"
"Old Ai, you're too kind. I've told you countless times, there's no need for formalities." The First Elder waved his hand.
"Propriety cannot be disregarded. According to the rules, your status is second only to the clan king. As the Left Prime Minister of the Royal Court, in charge of the law, I naturally dare not break the law." Alex said solemnly, "Please, Elder, take a seat!"
Seeing this, the Grand Elder shook his head helplessly and didn't argue with the Left Prime Minister anymore. Instead, he shook his head and said, "There's no need for the seat of honor. I'll just take any seat. The seat you prepared for me is cold and uncomfortable. I'm not used to it."
"Shall I replace it for you? Or perhaps I could lay out an animal hide?" the Left Prime Minister asked, frowning.
"No need, it's too much trouble. I'll just sit there, it's quiet." The Grand Elder pointed, and the Left Prime Minister's gaze followed the direction of his finger, his eyes narrowing.
Because the location the Grand Elder pointed to was precisely where Logo was.
"Elder, those are seats for ordinary clans, your status..." The Left Prime Minister hesitated.
"Identity? I came from an ordinary clan back then, what is my identity?" The Grand Elder glanced back at the Left Prime Minister, and before the latter could say anything, he teleported and sat down next to Logo.
Seeing this, the Left Prime Minister said no more, returned to his seat, and closed his eyes to rest.
On the elder's side, Logo raised an eyebrow and looked down at the little brat beside him.
"Sit down. This elder doesn't like being looked down upon." The First Elder looked up at Logo and said in a low voice.
"You're so short, who can you blame?" A whisper came from the side. The elder's face stiffened, his eyes narrowed, and he looked in the direction of the voice.
It was Caesar.
"You said I'm short?" the elder said with a smile.
Caesar shook his head blankly. "No, you must have misheard me. I didn't say anything."
"Ha, I didn't expect that the Holy Winged Dragon I finally saw would be such a chatterbox. It should be punished!" After the elder finished speaking, the third eye on his forehead glowed slightly, and a touch of blood appeared. The next moment, Caesar's eyes fell into a daze.
Seeing this, Crassus's expression changed, and he was about to speak up to stop him.
Logo stopped him, shaking his head slightly.
A moment later, Caesar's gaze returned to clarity, but soon a look of horror appeared on his face.
"You... you... what did you just show me?" Caesar subconsciously took a few steps back, looking at the Grand Elder as if he had seen an ancient evil god.
The elder smiled and said, "What? What did I show you? Young man, don't speak recklessly without evidence, or I'll sue you for defamation."
"..."
Caesar was speechless; this was the first time since his birth that he had been rendered powerless by such an attack.
"Greetings, Elder!" Logo placed his right hand on his chest and bowed in respect.
"Hey, why are you all acting like you came from the same training class? Can you stop being so rigid?"
"Elder, you flatter me. This is simply the proper courtesy you should show." Logo remained serious.
Before we can accurately gauge the temperament of this elder, it's best to remain cautious.
"Tsk, this is boring." The First Elder curled his lip. "Alright, I'll accept your greeting, sit down!"
"Yes, sir!" Logo bowed his head and sat down slowly with great courtesy. After that, except when the Grand Elder asked him questions, he remained silent, acting like a deadpan character.
And so, ten minutes later, the last of the three leaders of the Royal Court finally arrived.
This man was two meters tall and had an exceptionally strong physique, like a lion or an elephant. When he strode over, he resembled a giant beast surveying its territory, exuding a majestic aura and domineering presence.
The Right Chancellor of the Royal Court, the Grand Duke Lieyuan, the leader of the Old Blood Faction, the ruler of the Abyss Hunter Clan, and also a Demigod powerhouse.
The Left Chancellor was in charge of law and domestic affairs, while the Right Chancellor was in charge of military affairs and intelligence. The two could be considered as one civil and one military, jointly managing all matters of the Royal Court.
"Greetings, Your Excellency the Right Chancellor!" The crowd bowed in unison once more.
"No need!" Grand Duke Lieyuan waved his hand and strode into the hall, followed by the other six Duke.
Logo's gaze fell on one of the young girls.
The woman was about sixteen years old, with a graceful figure, eyes like stars, and eyebrows like the moon. She carried a silver spear on her back, and her long hair was tied up high with a golden ribbon, swaying from side to side as she moved forward, like a battle flag fluttering on a battlefield.
Qiya Pandoria Wolf Mound, the last direct descendant of the White Wolf Clan, naturally inherited the title of Duke.
"Tsk, kid, staring at that girl like that is impolite," the elder teased.
Logo remained silent.
Crassus whispered, "Boss, could it be that you've taken a fancy to this White Wolf Duke?"
"Yes!" Logo nodded.
Crassus's eyes widened. "What do you like about her?"
"Money!"