The MacViga people, also known as the MacViga pirates, just by the name, you know they are not good people...
They were a nation from the Germano Islands north of Brittany. They were good at navigation and warfare. They often went out to sea to plunder everywhere, and even invaded Brittany on a large scale several decades ago.
Occupied all of Brittany.
Count Chris used such an object to give Heath an example and metaphor. This is obviously very inappropriate and extremely impolite.
Is it an honest mistake? Or...
on purpose?
Heath looked at the friendly old man with a smile in front of him, and was not sure what he meant.
Just at this moment, a knight next to him hurriedly leaned into the old man's ear and said something.
The old man seemed to be waking up from a dream: "Ah! Did I say such a thing?"
He said guiltily: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. As we get older, our memories become a little blurry. I'll just say whatever comes to my mind. I hope you don't mind, Lord Wizard."
Heath said: "Oh...it's okay..."
This little episode passed like this, and the atmosphere returned to normal again, with laughter and laughter resounding all the time.
However, Heath no longer had the joy he had before.
He frowned and looked at Earl Chris, who was staggering over there. Although he did look very old, his energetic appearance didn't look like he was an old fool, right? Those words just now were really just unintentional.
Lost?
…
The next day, the inheritance ceremony was held as scheduled.
Gray castle, square.
In the wide castle square, a high altar has been built with wooden frames. In front of the altar is a long staircase covered with thorns. There are two items on the altar, one is a handful of silver inlaid with
A jeweled cross sword and an exquisite crown.
The sword of kings and the crown of power.
This is a family heirloom of the Grafton family, because it is restricted that no one is allowed to take it away from Gray Castle or it will be regarded as a traitor, so even if the war went so far, the Grand Duke had to replace these two items several times.
Still not lost.
This is a must in the inheritance ceremony. The successor needs to walk through the thorny stairs, swear an oath to heaven and earth, ancestors, and subjects in front of the altar, then raise the sword and put on the crown. From then on, he will inherit
The Grafton family became the veritable Grand Duke of Greywood.
The square was crowded with people, including Campbell's nobles and knights, nobles and guests sent by other families to watch the ceremony, as well as civilians from nearby towns. The dense crowd filled the wide square.
In the relatively spacious VIP area, Heath looked up at the sky above his head.
The vast sky was now covered by dark clouds. The layers of clouds intertwined together made the dark clouds look extremely heavy, as if they were about to fall down at any time. It was so oppressive that it made people breathless.
The sky was gray, with no extra sunlight able to penetrate the clouds. Even though it was almost ten o'clock, there was still not much light.
'This weather!'
'Everything was fine yesterday, but it turned into this horrible thing in one night...'
'Is this foreshadowing something?'
Since last night, he always felt like something was going to happen. Now that he saw the dark clouds, he was even more panicked. He couldn't help but take out a tarot card and draw one for himself to see if he could figure it out.
Order something.
Well, the cards told him that he should eat more watermelon, damn!
'Is it because of the old man?'
After going back yesterday, the more Heath thought about it, the more something was wrong. How could a thousand-year-old fox pretend to be stupid? Would an earl who had been immersed in the aristocratic circle for decades and established great prestige in the Gray Woods really give such an inappropriate example casually?
'The person who came here is not a good person...but what tricks is he playing?'
'Repent? Fall out?'
This is what Heath can't understand. If he wants to go back on his word, he said the allegiance himself, and he also shared the news publicly. So many nobles have sent people to watch the ceremony. At this time, it doesn't matter what he wants to go back on, just just
The Thousand-Year-Old Reputation of the Tomahawk Family is probably going to be ruined. It would be even more difficult for a nobleman who relies purely on reputation to survive than to kill him...
As for falling out...
Unless he is really impatient... He can't even walk easily. How can he make trouble with a dozen knights in other people's base camp? Even if it is a fairy tale, it should have some basic logic.
?
'Hey, I hope I'm just overthinking it...'
Heath was worried.
Soon, Campbell and Earl Chris led the knights into the venue, followed by a servant holding a child about two years old. This was the child who was carried out by Nicole and picked up by Heath from the forest.
Orphan of Prince Albert.
Campbell had no children yet, and a duke without an heir was somewhat untraditional, so before inheriting the dukedom, Campbell deliberately adopted the child as his adopted son and named him his heir.
The group of people came all the way to the altar, and the originally noisy square soon became quiet. Everyone stood in their positions one by one, with the nobles facing forward and the common people facing behind. The men puffed out their chests and raised their chins, while the women put their hands on their hands.
Put it in a bamboo basket, ready to scatter the petals into the sky at any time. Even naughty children closed their mouths under the instructions of adults.
The entire square fell into silence, and a serious and solemn atmosphere spread.
A priest stood under the altar, followed by an assistant carrying a wooden tray. On the tray were placed several olive branches, a silver basin filled with water, a silver cup filled with wine, and a fiery red cloak embroidered with patterns.
.
The priest shouted: "Go forward!"
Campbell stepped forward.
The priest picked up an olive branch and struck Campbell's shoulders and limbs, implying giving him responsibility.
Immediately, he shouted again: "Chi!"
Campbell took off his shoes and socks, leaving his feet bare.
The priest picked up an olive branch, dipped it in the holy water in the basin, and sprinkled it on Campbell's feet, which meant that he would wash away the dirt and walk toward power with holy steps.
"Drink!" the priest handed over the silver cup.
Campbell drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. This is the wine of heroism. After drinking it, you will no longer be timid and have no fear of the road ahead.
"Get dressed!"
The priest picked up the cloak on the tray and put it on Campbell. This is the guardian cloak of heroic spirits. Each pattern on it represents an ancestor of the Grafton family. It symbolizes the blessings of the Grafton heroic spirits and will protect them.
The successor is overcoming all obstacles!
"Enter!"
The priest finally shouted, this voice full of humility. As he shouted, he lowered his head and stepped back.
At the same time, all the guests in the audience lowered their heads and looked in awe.
Only Campbell stood tall in the audience, his fiery red cloak dancing in the wind. He looked at the altar in front of him, looking at the sword and crown on the altar.
It’s only one step away from becoming the king!
At this moment, an old voice sounded in Heath's ear: "Such a ceremony is very sacred and solemn, isn't it?"
Heath turned his head and realized that Count Chris had stood beside him at some point. At this time, he was looking at the inheritance ceremony in front of him without blinking, and asked Heath in an inaudible voice.
I don't know why, but when he spoke, Heath seemed to smell a familiar smell, but for a moment he couldn't remember what it was.
Without waiting for Heath to answer, he asked himself another question and said: "Yes, this is the spirit passed down from generation to generation by our Gray Wood tribesmen. It is the sedimentation of the souls of countless martyrs. It symbolizes unyielding and resistance, and is the spirit of every Gray Woodland tribe."
Lin people have it engraved in their bones!”
He turned his head and suddenly said with full of ridicule and momentum: "This cannot be replaced by your so-called coronation. We Gray Forest people don't need anyone to crown us. We ourselves are our own kings!"
Heath's heart suddenly sank and he quickly became alert!
The treaty discussed in the first round between the Glory of the Sea of Trees and Brittany is that all kings in Brittany will need to be crowned by the wizards of the Glory of the Sea of Tree. It is self-evident for Count Chris to say this here.
.
Without waiting for Heath to respond, he continued: "A long time ago, the Viseks tried to conquer us... We stood up to resist... The Maivegars tried to conquer us and we still stood up to resist... It was like this in the past and it will be like this in the future.
...No matter who it is...no matter where he comes from...he can never make us surrender!"
As if he was too excited and excited, he gasped violently when he spoke, and with the heavy breathing sound like a bellows, the familiar smell became more obvious. It seemed to be a kind of material, magic material?
What is it? Where does it come from? What is it used for? What is he going to do with it?
Heath racked his brains.
He stared closely at Count Chris in front of him, watching his every move. Their eyes intertwined. Through those cloudy eyes, what Heath saw was a belief that would be put to death and would never compromise.
Determination is a kind of fanaticism that is difficult to strictly control!
He is obviously just an old man who is about to die, but at this moment, his whole body is full of indomitable momentum!
Heath was suddenly shocked!
Suddenly, he suddenly understood what the old man wanted to do, and finally remembered what the smell coming out of his mouth was!
It's a pity it's too late.
Earl Chris smiled at Heath: "The Gray Woodland can only be the Gray Woodland of the Gray Wood people!"
Speaking of this, he suddenly——
"ah!"
A scream suddenly sounded out, which was extremely clear in this quiet square, and instantly caught everyone's attention.
Immediately, everyone saw that Count Chris, who was regarded as a distinguished guest, stumbled back out of the crowd as if something terrible had happened to him, and then fell to the ground with a violent stagger.
He looked at Heath with his eyes fixed on his face, his expression full of malice, and shouted with all his strength: "You...you...you devil! Devil!"
"No injustice, no grudge, why did you use your evil power to kill me!"
Before anyone could understand, suddenly, golden-red spots appeared on Count Chris's skin, as if there were red-hot coals buried under his skin, and clouds of white smoke arose from his whole body.
.
immediately--
"Boom!" With a sound, blazing flames suddenly erupted from the inside of his body, sweeping across Count Chris's body in an instant. In a burst of hysterical screams, the respected old count was directly turned into charcoal.
The next second.
All eyes in the audience were focused on Heath!
...
Flame Flower: A medium magic material with fire element. It tastes bitter and has a strong smell. It has a strong flame element innately. It is a common magic material for preparing fire element potions!