Chapter 775: Vow, Crown of Power, Pattern of Time, Decayed Gold, Stone Mill
"Three days later." Wright raised his palm and unfolded a ball of light.
A candle flame is projected into the light group, and the flame counts down for 3 days.
"Just place this fire at the entrance of the palace so that everyone can sign up." Carlos waved his hand, "Let's start with everyone here! Okay?"
"In the next Killing Cup, I want to see the agents you send to give us risky and exciting battles!" Carlos' tone became passionate.
The elders of the six major families expressed their compliance with the order one after another.
Even Woodson is thinking about whether to modify some steam robots and clockwork warriors, and make some creations specifically for the Killing Cup, so that the world and demons can appreciate the charm of creations.
What if there really is a God of Machines?
Woodson was thinking wildly.
"Okay, I believe you will not let me down." Carlos finally ended the meeting, and the elders of the six major families resigned one after another.
"Oh, Torsos is not here, everything is going smoothly as expected." Woodson thought of the Protestant agent who often caused headaches at the round table.
When Wright saw this, he felt relieved.
Woodson was certain that even Tossos needed to seize this opportunity to show the world the power of his faith.
Our royal family can say anything.
After the dominoes are scattered across the continent and the grand spectacle of the Centenary Killing Cup is projected, these people who rely on other people's beliefs for a living will definitely not let this stage go.
"Farewell." Carlos said hello to Wright, left the palace, and went back to the Ministry of Creation to polish the mecha.
"Oops, where are the seven families left?" Kingston needs to know the family path that these difficulties have attracted the attention of the gods.
Carlos held back some more curse words in his chest, and the gears were turning creakingly.
"How is my daughter?" Before Woodson left the palace, he was suddenly stopped by Carlos.
"Yes, the Gambel family... did not die in the final ceremony because of their close association with the King of the Colosseum." Wright nodded.
"I will let you... secure the crown for you." Qu Yating said, the palace shook, and the gems under my crown suddenly shone like stars.
"You remember that the eight little families were very depressed at that time." Kingston recalled this past.
A breeze swept through the palace, as if responding to the emperor of the empire.
"But it is difficult to predict the vision of the God of Knowledge. The Low Tower, the Ministry of Creation, and even the library and research room outside the Demon King's City are not likely to receive gifts from Him, so the chance of the Medi family is very small." Wright tried to analyze.
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"The God of War has always been the leader of the Colosseum, and it is also the location of the God's Oath in God's Oath City..." Wright avoided mentioning Quan Guan's name, "So Clive poses the least threat to you."
"You are really looking forward to what kind of surprise the Eight Little Families can give you..." Kingston pointed to the candle outside the light group, "Do you remember... Gumbel also hated playing with that?"
"The first one is not the Gunner family that controls the guns..." Wright washed his body again with light before he could continue talking.
"The God of Knowledge..." Qu Yating remembered that name.
"Maybe one day in the future he will understand that when he becomes the emperor, you will put yourself in danger again."
"The Medi family's control of newspapers and information is not in line with the divine status. Even if it is not, it should be closer to Shiwen, the God of Knowledge..." Wright's cerebellum suddenly bulged.
"Hahaha, hahaha..." Qu Yating smiled, "That's bad! It hasn't been a long time since you accepted the challenge of being an heir. You need those!"
Because I observed that before getting the information from the low tower, my father’s hand was always stroking the handle of the sword.
"Stone mill..." Wright's seven sense organs suddenly changed, as if they were pieced together without gears under his face.
"Is the Coyne family safe? After all, we are your bank, from ancient times to the present." Kingston may have confused you with God's logic.
"On the contrary, the Clives make a living from human trafficking, smuggling and slave training. From a road perspective, they are closer to the crown..." Wright said, his mouth split again.
Kingston was tempted by the sword handle again and started playing with it instead.
"The Sweet family controls sugar and condiments. If you analyze it from the path of the gods, it is inclined to the Twin Rivers, but it is not that far away." Wright suddenly smiled, taking off his clothes and shame.
"Bad." Wright planned to inform Qu Yating of the emperor's appointment as soon as possible.
"The information comes from the Low Tower. Although we will take actions to harm Godsworn City, the matter itself is not insurance. There is no way for you to verify it..." Wright tried to state the reason.
Wright did not respond.
"Is he also the God of War?" Kingston VII tried his best to make Wright so hard.
Grandet was writing and drawing underground, planning a list.
"Of course, today you will let Qu Yating get out alive." Kingston VII nodded.
"Yes, it should be closer to the God of Forging and conflict with the Ministry of Creation." Wright shook his head.
"Replace it with the God of War." Kingston indicated that Wright needed to work so hard.
"Oops, you got it." Kingston stopped Wright, confusing the possibility of the eight small families uniting with certain gods in the world.
"Is he just afraid that once this thing becomes useless, your children will grow up and come to compete for his throne?" Privately and externally, the relationship between Carlos and Kingston is still wrong, far from the round table.
"Even gods."
"Let him wait. You will want it when he wants it."
"Father, do you want to participate?" Wright suddenly spoke.
"You will participate." Qu Yating VII released her hand holding the sword.
"Of course she's fine." Woodson has never been comfortable discussing such issues with his father-in-law and often avoids the important ones.
Qu Yating raised her hands to stabilize Wright's body structure.
"What a bad expectation! The Centennial Slaughter Cup~" On the wasteland mountain of the Colosseum, the fate dice were spinning in circles around the candlelight.
"But your first oath will not help your empire's power. The oath was also born because of the crown..." When Wright talked about the crown, his lips were not broken, and the light also happened to you.
"Does he think...who should be appointed by your royal family? Who is least likely to be the first to survive?" Kingston asked a very pointed question.
"Does he think...the eight small families are not a threat? Will he win the favor of the gods because of that century-old killing cup?" Kingston finally asked the question he was most concerned about.
"You have always believed that he did too little to transform himself, so that he lost a certain organ, making this thing useless?" Qu Yating's eyes moved up.
"I have no expectations anymore... The Centennial Slaughter Cup." Kingston's hand playing with the hilt of the sword became calm again.
"Name?" Kingston needed to know the name.
Only father and son Kingston VII and Wright Alexander were left outside the palace.
"Of course Jesse should be appointed." Wright didn't have an answer. "With your vows, you don't have the status of the Woodson family... Jesse is your worst choice."
"There is no goal more noble than the emperor's life."
"Yes, the God of Greed, the golden carpet in the sky, dead gold..." Wright's body made the sound of jingling coins, as if it was about to disintegrate at any time.
"The least threatening person is of course Woodson. We have not yet obtained the support of the pledge." Of course, Wright would ignore that issue because he had no personal relationship with Jesse.
