Chapter 726 Give you a chance to atone your sins

The Council is an imperial meeting organization composed of grand dukes from royal families. When the king is unable to handle political affairs, they will take over the management of the empire.

Therefore, when Walder XVIII did not show up, it was reasonable for the Senate to preside over the coronation ceremony.

Xu Shuo glanced around at the people present.

I really haven’t seen Walder XVIII.

But I saw General Royce, who was standing among the imperial troops standing on both sides of the Gate of Pallas, and seemed to be acting as the guardian of this coronation ceremony.

It's just that the opponent's armor is still tightly worn, and it's completely impossible to see what face is underneath the armor. He can only barely identify it through his clothing.

As for the scene, apart from the imperial army, there were no other armies on the scene.

Xu Shuo did not use his mental energy to explore the dark places.

He stood quietly on the high platform, listening to the deacons of the Senate reciting the coronation proclamation loudly, and listening to the chattering voice in his ears, Xu Shuo's mind had begun to wander.

Therefore, he would never talk about these useless and wasteful things during the annual meeting of the studio.

After all, it will distract him.

That's not to mention ordinary employees.

After a while.

After the coronation proclamation was finally recited, another deacon came over respectfully holding the crown pillow. Lying on top of the red satin was a luxurious and gorgeous crown.

It is not the crown that Walder XVIII wore on his head yesterday.

This crown only appears during coronation.

The deacon walked up to Xu Shuo, bowed first, then knelt down on one knee and raised the tray above his head.

Xu Shuo handed the Sun Crown Scepter to Catalina, who was standing aside and sleeping.

Then he picked up the crown on the tray and looked at Prince Simon, who had been kneeling on one knee for a long time about three feet away, with a hint of interest in his eyes.

This prince is really pitiful.

Look at him, his shoulders are shaking.

Xu Shuo walked towards Prince Simon.

But just as he took two steps that way.

A powerful shout came from behind the Gate of Pallas.

"Wait a moment!"

…

Stopped by a sudden shout.

Everyone present who did not know the facts was a little stunned and confused. They all followed the voice and looked behind the Gate of Pallas.

The steps of the Gate of Pallas are actually not high, and behind the building is a straight and spacious avenue.

The road leads directly to Fort Tantino in the distance.

It is also connected to the bustling streets of the royal capital in all directions, so at this time, many ordinary people stood on both sides of the avenue to watch the ceremony.

But at this moment.

A column of troops was riding on horseback from far away on the road.

The leader was none other than Prince Golan, the fourth royal highness of the royal family. Although he was wearing armor, his clothes were still luxurious and luxurious, with a fiery red cloak flying behind him, full of momentum.

At this critical moment and occasion, Prince Golan appeared with troops and prevented the coronation ceremony from continuing.

A discerning person can already see the problem.

Suddenly, there was noise all around.

Everyone was shocked and discussing in low voices, but the combined low voices of hundreds of thousands of people were enough to make it noisy.

A place where no one can see.

Xu Shuo was very interested.

The deacon of the Senate looked around.

The guards on both sides of the Pallas Gate immediately stepped forward to block Prince Golan's team, but the general who appeared this time was not General Royce.

Prince Golan stopped his horse, his face under the steel crown was stern and cold, and there was a hint of arrogance in his eyebrows.

He didn't care about the guards blocking him.

Instead, he looked up at the coronation platform. After looking at the pale-faced Prince Simon, a sneer appeared on Prince Golan's face.

Then he said loudly: "My good brother, Prince Simon will be crowned king today and become the 19th monarch of the Saint Varo Empire, but - is he really worthy?!"

As soon as the words fell, the noise at the scene suddenly increased!

There was discussion all around.

The Grand Duke of the Senate had already stepped forward angrily.

"Golan, don't be arrogant here!"

"Prince Simon has been crowned and everyone expects it. How can you say whatever you want?"

"Your Highness the Fourth, what are you planning to do today? Are you trying to imitate the behavior of His Highness Seventh Last night?"

"Prince Golan, please don't do anything stupid."

Some people in the Senate could not bear Prince Golan's behavior, while others tried to persuade him with good intentions.

After all, the Grand Dukes of the Council were once blood relatives of the Saint Varro royal family, and their forces were complex, and they were more or less related to His Royal Highness today.

Grand Duke Brian has some relationship with Prince Golan's mother clan, but he is obviously completely unaware of Golan's behavior today, so at this moment he is winking at Prince Golan crazily, hoping that he will retreat quickly.

But the next moment.

Another voice sounded, making his vision go dark.

"We all know what brother Simon is capable of. He just watches paintings, horse racing, and drinks tea every day. So far, he has never achieved any achievements. I don't know whose expectations he is getting."

Said this out loud.

It is Princess Filona, ​​the third highness who stands at the head of the royal family of San Varo.

And Princess Teresa also stood next to Philona.

The third highness, Princess Filona, ​​and the fourth highness, Prince Golan, are siblings from the same mother. Obviously, Princess Filona also knew about this matter.

Seeing the wealthy and noble people present, they looked at him.

Princess Filona smiled again and said: "I really want to be convinced. Why don't you guys tell me what ability Brother Simon has to become the king of the St. Valo Empire?"

The voice fell.

Archduke Brian's face turned livid with anger.

Princess Philona's words undoubtedly put Prince Simon on the torture rack. Sure enough, at this moment, everyone's eyes were subconsciously focused on Prince Simon.

Prince Simon has raised his head because of this coronation incident.

But he still kept kneeling on one knee.

Listening to the vague discussion in my ears.

Prince Simon's face was pale, and the cold sweat seeping from his forehead had revealed his anxiety, but he tightened his lips and remained silent.

Prince Simon: I don't want to be a king either.

It's a pity that he can't say anything.

Prince Simon gritted his teeth and stared ahead.

His eyes fell on the golden robe, and he carefully traced the sun pattern on the robe, as if he was just looking for something to divert his attention.

He tried not to pay attention to what was going on around him, just as if he was deaf and a death row prisoner waiting silently for sentencing.

"Brother Simon seems to have nothing to say."

The crisp sound sounded again.

It was like a needle piercing his ear.

Prince Simon, who was staring ahead closely, sniffed and thought in his mind: Why does this sun pattern have sixteen lines, why is it not seventeen lines, or eighteen lines?

Then, the voice belonging to the Senate sounded again, seeming to argue for him.

It's hard for them to find excuses for themselves.

Prince Simon thought: Why is the sun golden? Why not use red thread to embroider it?

After the voice of the Senate.

It was Prince Golan shouting taunting voice again.

Prince Simon thought to himself: The fabric of this dress seems to be white, but it seems to be gold. I don’t know what material they use.

The noise around was getting louder and louder.

In addition to the Senate, the surrounding Saint-Varo royal family, wealthy aristocrats, and famous officials all started quarreling.

They got into a funny quarrel over this throne.

Prince Simon thought to himself: This must be a very rare cloth.

Just when he was about to run out of ideas.

A cold and calm voice suddenly sounded in his mind, like ice-cold water sinking into his throat, suddenly and clearly occupying all his thoughts.

"Does it look good?"
To be continued...