After Babaltan said that, he stood up and left the throne.

Fang Zhu then realized that the elderly king was so tall when he stood up, even much taller than the ordinary Istani. The King of Sands was together, and the discussion in the hall suddenly lowered, but people still whispered, and looked at the two young men in the center of the hall - Fang Zhu and Alef.

After Babaltan left the throne, the two servants immediately came forward diligently, put on their outer robes on the left and right, tied up the cloak, and sorted out the fur on the cloak. Babaltan was patrolling the hall with a steady gaze. After a while, he spoke loudly: "Let's start the ceremony--"

He walked down the steps, and the court officials on both sides hurriedly stepped out one after another, following the king in order.

Fang Yu was about to ask Alev further what happened, but Babaltan had already come to the two of them. His deep eyes looked at his eldest son in a faint way, concise and concise: "Alev, follow me." Alev quickly lowered his head and stroked his chest, turned around at the same time, and used his eyes to signal Fang Yu to follow him.

In this way, Fang Zhu had to follow him in confusion—

The King of Sand was leading a crowd out of the temple, Alev stood side by side, followed by the ministers and other princes. Even the Earl of Nurman was one step behind them, his daughter was by her side, and Ravali was looking at this side with an incredible gaze.

There are two others on the same level as Count Nurman, one of whom is old and dressed in a white robe. White has its own meaning on this occasion. Count Nurman can only wear a brown and yellow robe, while the woman has traditional clothes with gold-bottomed and red patterns. This makes people wonder the identity of this old man. He may have been an important official in the previous era of the King of Sands and no longer takes charge of the center, but he still has a respectable status.

The old man was in his 80s and seemed to be about to get down. His old face was like a tree bark, with ravines crisscrossing and drooping eyelids, but Fang Yu always felt that the other party would occasionally glance in his direction. But this was normal. Now it seemed that individuals would glance in his direction-that eyes contained curiosity and surprise.

But the old man's eyes seemed different.

The other man, also a white-haired man, was also an old man, but he was younger. He held a cane in his hand and wore a black and gray robe. There were some patterns on the robe that he couldn't understand - this man looked sinister and looked at him without any concealing the murderous intent in his eyes. Fang Yu was stunned, and he was still a little suspicious. Where did he offend this person?

Judging from this person's identity, it seems that he is no less than the old man and the Earl of Nurman.

However, Lavalli's father was deeply trusted by the King of Sand, which shows that he and the other two were at the forefront, and he was the youngest among them. Many princes were even behind the three, not to mention the court officials and the concubines. Fang Zhu couldn't even see the direction clearly when he looked back.

But at this moment, he finally understood the meaning of Lavalli and the surprised gazes that everyone had before...

He and Alev are now behind the King of Sands, and are still ahead of all the ministers and princes. What this means in the eyes of the Istani people is self-evident. Although Fang Zhu is a man on earth, he also understands this - this honor is of little significance to the summoners, but he can't help but think about the indigenous people present.

Even Fang Yu himself couldn't help but think too much, but what he thought might be slightly different from others:

Did the King of Sands get this honor on a whim or was it because of some other reason that Alev and him won this honor? What is the meaning behind this? It makes people think too much. Of course, he would not think that the King of Sands deliberately made himself and Alev with him, just because of a tower magic furnace.

Everyone slowly moved forward and walked out of the hall. The moon-white platform stood under the night, stretching towards the center of the lake. Fang Zhu looked around and couldn't help but sigh at the beauty of the scenery. It was just that the night wind came gently in the darkness and the temperature suddenly dropped. The night above the sea of ​​sand was two extremes and daytime.

From the high platform here, you can almost overlook half of the palace, where there are palm trees in the forest, with the flames hidden in it, or some attic or side hall. The bright lights in the direction of the outer city are lit up, like a street market in the sky, falling into the mortal world, and the street markets in the dark are like dragons, all with all scales and claws, drawing the breath of Questak's life.

The dark lake surface below the platform reflects ancient starlight, the deep sky like a lens, and the desolate crescent moon tells the past years of this sea of ​​sand. The lake water extends into the distance, connecting with the dark sand dunes in the sky, shining with cold silver light, and silence.

Everyone walked to the end of the platform.

The servant brought a chair for Babaltan and helped the king sit down.

Only then did Lavalli find the opportunity, come to Fang Yu, and said to him in surprise: "Your Majesty actually let you and Alev be the first to be blessed?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Let Alef tell you, what are you asking me for?" The Earl's daughter frowned.

Fang Yu looked at Alev's direction. His Highness, the prince, must be inseparable from the King of Sands for a moment.

Lavalli sighed and then shook her head. "It's about the Star Ritual," she looked at Fang Yu with a cold look, "Do you understand?"

Fang Yu was almost stunned for a moment before he realized it.

Then he was also so surprised that he couldn't speak. In this annual celebration, the Star Ritual is the climax of the celebration. When the Star Ritual is completed, there will be a ritual holder to bless the audience on behalf of Android. Generally speaking, the first person to be blessed in the ritual rituals in previous years will only be the King of Sands.

Of course, there are exceptions. Nineteen years ago, the previous King of Sand gave this honor to Babaltan, and shortly after that, the current King of Sand ascended the throne and became king. In fact, such things have been repeated over the past countless years, but no matter how they are staged, there will be only one person who is blessed in the Star Ritual.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! When Fang Yu heard this news, his first reaction was that Babaltan planned to pass on his eldest son. Of course, he only learned that Alev was Babaltan's first son not long ago.

But the second reaction made him a little confused for a moment, because he suddenly remembered that Babaltan was the first to receive the congratulations with Alef.

Although the congratulations of the Star Ritual are just a name, the meaning represented by the behind is not simple at all.

Fang Zhu looked at Lavalli's somewhat complicated eyes and suddenly understood.

But of course he would not think that the King of Sands was going to pass the throne to him, but it was just a thank you, which was too much. The King of Sands Babaltan was reigned for nearly twenty years. As the king who ruled the land of Istaniya for a long time, of course, he would not be unclear about the consequences of his actions.

What does the other party mean?

Fang Yu immediately realized that he had been pushed to the center of the storm by the King of Sand, but he didn't quite understand the meaning of the other party's move for a while. If it was revenge, it would be too much of a joke. The other party was a king of Sand. If he wanted to retaliate against his behavior in Beining, would he still need to use such means?

Isn’t this killing 800 enemies and hurting one thousand of them?

He was about to ask again, but Babartan suddenly spoke:

"Arev, come here with your friends and stand by my side."

After hearing this, Fang Yu couldn't help but look back and saw that the court officials and princes had their eyes red when they saw him. Of course, he understood how great a favor this move was for the Istani people, but unfortunately he was a summoner. Such an honor had no meaning to him, and he had to bear the troubles that came from it.

But he had to bite the bullet and walk up - although the Star Gate Declaration did not say that a king's order really did work for the convener, looking at the guards of the Wang family around him, Fang Rong felt that if he had normal intelligence, it would be better not to disobey the king in public.

Power does not necessarily come from legal provisions, as long as it can immediately threaten the safety of your life -

Fang Zhu walked to the edge of the platform for the first time.

He saw a long arch ladder, splitting the dark lake water and continuing to the square below. The ladder before looking at it from the bottom was completely different from the feeling of looking from the high platform, because of the appearance of the king of sand Babartan, the dark crowds in the square, whether nobles or civilians, bent down and crawled on the ground.

Even the conveners and tourists follow the customs, but they only bowed their waists and ate to form a different landscape at the edge of the square. Some people even saw Fang Zhu and Alef, and the nobles and civilians did not dare to look up, but the conveners had no such concerns, and they even discussed:

"That's the King of Sands."

"Those two young men are his sons, right?"

"I don't think it looks like it. One of them is obviously wearing an alchemist robe."

"Yes, it's not the caller, right?"

"What are you kidding, how could the caller appear there?"

Fang Yu naturally couldn't hear these discussions.

However, he knew that if there was no problem with the communication system this year, this scene would have been photographed by many people and posted to the community. This was the case in every year of celebration in previous years. However, this year's emergencies made him feel relieved. There are many things that have made him anxious now, and he doesn't want to add one more thing.

But looking at the crowd crawling on the ground in the square, Fang Yu inevitably felt a shock in his heart. Although he was not attentive to power itself, he still understood more or less why the kings of all dynasties were keen on the cold throne.

And Istaniya, to put it bluntly, is just a corner of the Continent of Colin.

A celebration of this small kingdom is enough to shock people.

As if he had noticed his thoughts at this moment, the King of Sand turned his head and asked:

"How about it?"

"What's wrong?" Fang Yu asked unexpectedly.

“What is this view?”

Fang Yu was stunned - thinking that this king's problem is so unfinished.

But the lights that Questak flashed in the darkness were reflected in the depths of his dark eyes, like a ray of candlelight illuminating the sea of ​​sand. The answer to this question seemed to emerge from his heart naturally. He pondered for a moment and blurted out: "It's beautiful."

This time it was Babartan's turn to be stunned.

But the King of Sand was stunned and couldn't help but laugh: "This one? Is there anything else?"

Fang Zhu shook his head.

Babartan looked back at him, then withdrew his gaze and replied slowly, "...It is indeed beautiful. This sand sea is the hometown of the Istani people... We call it the silver swimmer sea. Our ancestors have already stepped on every inch of this sand sea and taken root and grew on its vastness."

"In the north and south of this sea of ​​sand, there are not a richer land. But our souls have long been associated with this ancient land. We were born and returned to this, and the barren land that people think of ashes have a very special meaning in our eyes. It is not only a superficial beauty, but also a poetic beauty."

"Poetry is far away, under your feet, above the lonely moon, and in this sand."

The King of Sands slowly said the ancient Istani motto.

Fang Rong didn't expect that the King of Sand would say such a thing to him. He couldn't understand the other party's meaning for a moment.

However, as he listened to these words and looked at the land, he felt a little nervous for a moment...

The beauty he said is not actually like this. It is not only on this sleeping dune, nor in the moonlight, nor in the gravel and palm trees, but also the dark lake. It is the thousand-year-old moonlight shining on this ancient city, and under the mottled streets, burying the culture and history of Istaniya.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! It is the tragic song of time, the long poem of history, and these little and trickle of touch are the places that are completely different from the earth. If it were just an empty continent, how could it be worth his coming to this place? Every footprint of his in Etalia is intertwined with the profound history of this land, and it even becomes its future and history itself.

The poems of the Istani people are exactly where they are.

And such beauty is not more touching?

The King of Sand looked at the city in the darkness.

Questak, with the sea of ​​sand in the distance, his land.

He said in a long voice:

"This is the land guarded by the kings of sand in all ages."

"Some of them regard it as their own property, some as their life-threatening homeland, some as treasure, and some as a throne, but in any case, this land is a precious thing. This is the same as the King of Sands and everyone who lives on it-"

"The time for ordinary people will eventually end. When I think of one day, Istaniya may no longer exist and become a ruin in the sand sea. Just like the elves that were thousands of years ago, like the glorious empire in the earlier and far-reaching eras. Sometimes I can't help but think that it would be great if people could see this land forever, and the Istani people will never die for generations, and the fire on this sand sea would be passed on forever..."

"It's a pity that it's something that mortals can never do."

Fang Yu looked at the king with some surprise.

He couldn't help but think of some rumors, but the rumored "protagonist" did not believe in eternity?

Or, this is just his momentary feeling.

But Babartan changed his tone and said slowly: "Try your best to protect me, just because of the things I miss in my heart - this feeling. I believe that a hero - for example, Vanrik's Dragon Alchemist, Dorifin's rescuer, Mr. Ed, should it be understandable?"

Fang Yu was shocked.

He looked at the King of Sand with an incredible gaze, and on the other side, even Alef looked over.
To be continued...