On the throne of the palace, Emperor Carlos VII sat with his head tilted, not exuding the majesty of his emperor.
There is a huge round table placed under the throne, with eight people sitting on each side of the round table, among which Wright, the revealer of light, and Woodson, the minister of creation, each occupy a corner.
This is enough to show that the other people on the round table have an honorable status.
Their clothes have different styles, and they have their own badges on the skirts and corners of their clothes.
There are cross swords, slaves, trumpets, sugar cane, muskets and gold coins.
Even Woodson, who was usually full of foul words, had a serious look on his face at the moment, saying nothing and staring at the dominoes in the center of the round table.
This domino tore through the Golden Mountain, the New Holy City, the imperial border, and finally came to the God's Oath City.
After waiting for a while, Emperor Carlos remained silent, and the other seven people at the table also had their eyes half-closed, showing no intention of speaking. Woodson finally couldn't stand it anymore.
"Speak, Kingston, what do you mean by bringing this thing in?" Woodson was very busy and did not want to spend time playing riddles. "Is it so that we can appreciate your daughter's heroic appearance?"
This domino contains the scene of Mirror Knight Jesse killing everyone in the opening match of the Centennial Killing Cup, so of course Woodson wants to make fun of Kingston.
"This killing cup?" Kingston continued to push back the issue.
"Their participation in the Centennial Killing Cup together not only makes the gods fall in love with you, but also makes the empire's new blood boil, isn't it bad?" Kingston asked repeatedly.
"Actually, the focus of that discussion... was not the domino." Only Clive's bad friend Wright took the words and broke the silence outside the palace.
"Yes, just like this guy wearing a crown outside the desert, everyone has no chance to become a god, or become a king, emperor or something..." Kingston joked.
In the domino's eyeballs, Jingming's heroic fighting posture is projected.
"Of course not." It was not Woodson who answered Wright, but Carlos.
"Oh? What does it mean? Woodson, what does he think?" Kingston replied, naming Woodson.
From before the fall of Sky Ridge to the Battle of Bone Hammer, Red Oil Town, and the Battle of Jinshan Mountain, the Carlos family gathered a small number of refugees and people, and it seemed that they could finally be on an equal footing with Woodson under that table.
"Yes, the sandstorm in the south is not as normal as the Sea of Death, so you have less ability to take care of the north." Wright responded to the emperor's inquiry.
"You and Jing Ming are not partners yet, but need a sexual bond." Wright quickly stopped the emperor's arrogant words.
"Instead of letting the ants outside my cave perform and win the favor of the gods, let the ants outside your ant cave seize the opportunity..."
"They see that your discussions are very inefficient if there are no religious people present," Kingston said with a smile.
"Your dear Wright...you don't have anyone you like lately?" Kingston suddenly asked Wright.
"It means that through your own efforts, you will be closer to the throne of God." Woodson did not avoid the emperor's inquiry.
That time, Wright did not arrive in the form of a light group, but in person.
"The gods are active."
"Anyway, everyone here is loyal to the empire; anyway, even if they pick up new food in other ant holes, they will bring it back to share with the family, right?" Jing Mingwei asked everyone.
But that time, no one responded.
The elders under the round table immediately smiled at the emperor.
"Can't you?" Wright asked Woodson, Jing Mingwei, Medi, Sweet, Gunner and Coyne under the round table.
The Kingston on the round table is not Jesse, but an old man with an upright body.
The elders of the other five major families also ignored the Minister of Creation's speech.
"So your dear Jesse has become the envoy of the oath?" The emperor sat low on the throne, smiling and admiring Jing Mingwei and others.
Sharing the surname of Alexander, Wright certainly did not have a deep blood relationship with the emperor, so Kingston was actually admiring himself.
"Low Tower believes that with the battle of faith in the north and the continued retreat of the Hundred-Year Slaughter Cup... the attention of the gods will gradually focus." Wright paused to ensure that everyone here followed the train of thought.
"The people under the lower tower believe that... the changes in Xiaolu have aroused the attention of the gods." Wright said carefully, carefully speaking, hoping to avoid any ambiguity among the people present.
"Haha... The God of Forging may not be the God of Machinery." Clive made the distinction very vaguely.
"Yes." No one dared to answer that time.
"According to Low Tower's speculation, the gods are choosing their envoys..." Wright tried to keep the information as fragmented as possible, adding fuel to the fire and making wild speculations.
"It also saves them from smelling the sweetness and secretly missing it." Kingston didn't mean anything.
"Since they are saying that, tell me." Kingston sat up straight, "You understand, the meaning of the low tower is that when the gods focus their attention on the ground, the ants underground can also gain power...
"
Woodson held a curse word in his chest and prepared to spray.
"Oh? Your dear son, what did he find?" Kingston Alexander, who was under the throne, admired Wright's profile as if appreciating an ugly artifact.
"Please continue." Kingston motioned to Wright to continue telling the information about the low tower.
"You can't recruit the weak and train the weak...just like what Jing Mingwei did..."
"Oh, it's you who thinks so much of them~" The emperor almost initiated a marriage alliance.
Following Wright's speech, the emperor and the people under the round table all turned their attention to Woodson.
"The focus is on the information from the lower tower." Wright raised his head and looked at the emperor.
The emperor's majesty made the four of them bow their heads and refuse completely.
"It's your decision. They'll all be alive to find agents to participate in this... Centennial Killing Cup?" Kingston looked at Wright and asked knowingly.
The gears outside Clive's body rotated and made a slight sound, as if they were mumbling something.
"It's broken, when was the last time this happened?" Kingston VII touched the sword at his waist.
"That's right." Jing Mingwei, who was under the round table, answered with an animated look and her head raised.
"Keep him alive, and the gods will watch over the battle of faith and the century-old killing cup."
Woodson looked at Jing Mingwei to see if she had any reaction.
"Production also needs to resume as soon as possible..."
"Yes, the Centenary Killing Cup." Wright nodded.
"Where to focus?" Of course Clive was the most impatient one.
"That also includes the God of Forging and Machinery." Wright reminded Jing Mingwei maliciously.
"I doubt that even if there had been that meeting, everyone here would still be able to understand... what the gods' gaze means." Did Wright directly highlight the actions of each small family?
"Besides, there are not many refugees who need to be resettled."
The dominoes under the table were also pushed by inexplicable gravity and pushed behind Woodson's face.
He didn't seem to hear Woodson's inquiry.
Emperor Kingston smiled meaninglessly and accepted Jing Mingwei's message.
"Anyway, let the gods love the empire and you. Isn't that bad?"
"There's only so much you can do about what's happening in the north, right?" Kingston looked at the empty palace, seemingly looking for Tossos, who was supposed to be outside.
"Congratulations." Kingston applauded, round the table
