The surrounding buildings have obviously been carefully taken care of, and even the original iron fence around the 'Marshal's Lecture Platform' has been removed.
However, the number of escorting police officers and guards has not decreased at all, but has increased in number.
After all, many big figures in the kingdom are coming to listen to this speech, and something big could happen if you are not careful!
Directly in front of the podium, in the best position, a high platform has been built.
Earl Rendell, Duke of Algae, Marquis of Russell, Marquis of Cavendi...
All kinds of dignitaries and dignitaries who are rarely seen on weekdays are sitting on the high platform, but the two most central and most noble chairs are empty.
Ta-ta!
With the sound of footsteps, the royal guards entered the square, and King Arthur VI and his queen stepped out of the carriage.
Everyone present immediately stood up and saluted...
King Arthur VI smiled and raised his hand, making every move as if he had been specially trained to be impeccable. He held the Queen's hand and sat down at the main seat.
Because winter has not yet passed, cold wind blows in the square from time to time, and as night approaches, the temperature drops sharply.
Many in the audience began to tremble, stamp their feet, and secretly regretted not wearing their thickest fur coats.
Even on the high platform, many dignitaries secretly frowned, feeling that Holy Spirit Pope Feret was too arrogant and the time he chose to speak was also problematic.
At this moment, surrounded by many church personnel, a simple carriage slowly stopped at the edge of the square.
The old butler, who was dressed meticulously in a white shirt and black vest, opened the door of the carriage himself, and immediately a red carpet was rolled out in front of the carriage door.
Wearing a noble and gorgeous purple robe, and wearing a crown with the triple symbol of the sun, moon and stars on his head, Pope Ferret held a scepter and slowly walked out of the carriage and walked along the red carpet to the 'Marshal's Podium'.
"Your Majesty the King..."
Feret seemed to have been carefully dressed, and he looked like a golden lion. He was the most standard image of a beautiful man in Inves, which made many ladies and ladies blush and feel sad.
"People of the Holy Spirit..."
At this time, Feret turned his attention to the square again.
His voice was rich and thick, with a hint of indescribable heaviness: "The sun... is about to fall!"
It was dusk at this time, and the golden light of the setting sun shone on the podium, making Feret look like a god made of gold. His voice spread throughout the square, making all the believers look stunned.
On the high platform, King Arthur VI was surprised and called his attendants to ask, because the beginning of Ferret's speech was completely different from the previous speech!
Duke Alge's expression changed slightly, he looked at the captain of the guard beside him, and nodded solemnly.
His Majesty the King alone does not have the final say in the Kingdom of Invis.
The military, parliament... all have huge powers.
The Duke of Argyle is a military boss and the speaker of the House of Lords!
Upon receiving his signal, the special agents of the Military Intelligence Department who were maintaining order at the scene took action and secretly watched the bishops brought by Feret.
"We have been living on an isolated island. Surrounding the isolated island is an ocean called 'mystery' and 'fear'... We are afraid of the deep sea. We are afraid that once we step out of the isolated island, our sanity will be called 'crazy'
The waves were so overwhelming that some people thought we shouldn’t sail away!”
"But starting from today, everything has changed!"
Ferret's speech continues.
His voice was sonorous and powerful, but his words made the nobles feel vaguely uneasy.
On the contrary, among the many listeners in the square, many people showed excitement...
"With the permission of His Majesty the King, as the Holy Spirit Pope, I hereby declare...announce..."
Feret's expression gradually became subtle, his muscles stiffened, and there was a trace of struggle in his eyes.
He turned his head and looked at Arthur VI, who was looking at him with concern, with an apologetic smile on his face.
But in the end, Feret still shouted loudly: "I declare...the blood brothers who drink his blood are here to welcome the coming of the savior!"
On the square, many believers looked confused and murmured: "I have drank the blood, we are all blood brothers."
As if the Pope’s words had opened some key, they knelt on the ground and recited the name of the ‘God of Passion’ devoutly:
"The controller of thorns and blood, the favored one of corruption and scarlet, the great god of suffering!"
"We chant your honorable name and call for your coming!"
…
There are tens of thousands of them. Many fathers look at their children in surprise, wives look at their husbands in surprise, brothers look at their sisters... they all feel that the people around them are so strange!
Tens of thousands of followers of the "Yeling Sect", regardless of men, women, old or young, all began to do one thing at this time - kneel down devoutly and pray to the "God of Suffering"!
Unknowingly, they accounted for 20% of the audience, or even more!
Arthur VI's expression changed slightly. He saw a dark, viscous liquid spreading on the ground of the square, and there was a deep and ominous spiritual surge in the earth.
That is the power that belongs to the ‘God of Suffering’!
"Your Majesty the King, you should have made a decision long ago."
the Duke of Argyi urged.
The Investigation Bureau is not the only one who has noticed the problems of the Holy Spirit Sect.
However, due to the pressure from the king, we could only investigate secretly and could not take any action.
And now, Pope Ferret ambushes people in the square and prays to the evil god. This is an act of treason without a doubt!
"Please fulfill your responsibilities as a king!"
The queen's cold words sounded at the same time.
"Alas...I have never wanted to believe it..."
The slightly feminine-looking King Arthur VI waved his hand desolately.
A group of royal guards immediately rushed to the podium, subdued Feret and captured him.
All this went so incredibly smoothly that many people became suspicious.
"Ferret..."
King Arthur VI looked at His Excellency the Pope, whose crown had been knocked off and his hair was disheveled, looking very embarrassed under the high platform, with a puzzled look on his face: "I trust you so much, why would you betray me?"
"I'm sorry...I've already drank that blood!"
Feret's expression changed horribly, and he suddenly vomited out a mouthful of black blood, and said with a sad smile: "We are all blood brothers... And now, we are gathered here to welcome the arrival of the 'God of Suffering'... Arthur... I'm sorry... be careful
...Be careful with me..."
puff!
Before he finished speaking, a figure slowly appeared on the 'marshal's podium'.
He was wearing a white shirt and a black vest, his silver hair was neatly combed, and he had a gentle smile on his face.
He was Pope Feret Feret's old butler.
But at this time, in the old housekeeper's hand, he still held a slightly broken spear - the 'Spear of the Sun King'!
He held the spear high, and on the tip of the spear was strung a body that seemed to be composed of countless twisted and writhing shadows - the other person was the military's crown prince, the sixth-plasma Extraordinary who was responsible for maintaining the order of this speech.
The 'spiritual shadow' that appeared at the General Investigation Bureau!