The atmosphere is still tense outside the corridor.
There were faint voices coming from the Hall of Heroes, but they couldn't be heard clearly outside the hall.
And Thales was so tired that he no longer had the strength to activate the Sin of Hell River.
Nicolai let go of Michael's hand and let him rest on his own. The latter stared painfully at the female soldier on the stretcher in the crowd of black sand leaders.
"Boss!" Lord Justin of the White Blade Guards stepped forward and looked at the Fallen Star with surprise: "You have been missing since last night, how come..."
"Ah, Justin," Nicolai looked gloomy and waved to his deputy commander from a distance: "You have done a good job, at least you can keep the palace."
"It left us a glimmer of hope."
Justin looked stunned.
Nicolai walked towards Thales with a complicated look on his face: "In fact, I never thought that you would have the possibility of success."
The prince, who was sitting on the ground with his hands on his back, raised his head and glared at him weakly.
"I know." Thales replied hoarsely, feeling like an unlucky guy who had just returned from drowning: "You are probably thinking: This guy went to die."
Nicolai looked at him, his eyes narrowed, as if he was thinking.
"I must admit," after a few seconds, Nicolai nodded imperceptibly and pursed his lips: "You still have some skills."
"little Prince."
After speaking, the Fallen Starman turned around and walked towards Prime Minister Lisban.
Thales exhaled and rolled his eyes.
"Will saying 'thank you' kill you?" he said angrily from behind the Faller.
Nicolai reached his hand to the back of his head and waved it as if it didn't matter.
Awkward guy... Thales cursed in his heart.
In the strange eyes of the two groups of people in front of the hall, their people returned one by one.
Huaiya was ashamed and guilty, and apologized for not being able to fight by His Highness' side.
Rolf took off a prosthetic leg, revealing his knee that was already bleeding, and made a "that's really bad" gesture to him.
Cohen told him excitedly and gratified that it was an honor to fight with him.
Thales could only smile at them over and over again.
On the other side of the wall, Raphael helped the weak Miranda sit down slowly.
But Miranda grabbed Raphael's hand.
The female swordsman raised her head weakly, enduring the pain in her abdomen, and looked at the expressionless Raphael sadly.
A second later, Miranda, with red eyes, stretched out her hands, grabbed the man's neck, and tried to pull him towards her with a slight force.
Raphael was slightly startled, and his heart tightened.
"No," he subconsciously held Miranda down and shook his head with an ugly expression: "We are still on the enemy's territory..."
The weak Miranda said nothing, just stared at him quietly.
this……
idiot.
The next moment, Miranda's hand holding the man's neck suddenly tightened!
Raphael was slightly startled and was pulled forward by Miranda.
The two of them were only a few inches apart.
The female swordsman looked at him seriously and solemnly.
Those eyes...
Just like years ago: the girl who seriously said to him "smile" in the snow.
"Listen to me word for word."
Miranda spoke to him word for word, as if teaching her new recruits a lesson, and said to him softly but sternly: "I almost died there today."
"I almost couldn't come back."
"Did you hear that clearly?"
Miranda's eyes shot straight into Rafael's eyes, making him feel sour in his heart and he didn't know how to react.
Raphael sighed. He looked at Miranda's sharp expression with mixed emotions.
That girl in the snow...has grown up.
The two looked at each other quietly.
"So," she said firmly, "when I want to kiss you, Raphael Lindbergh."
The young man from the secret department looked at Miranda blankly.
Look at her face getting closer and closer, look at her black hair that is wet on her forehead due to sweat.
Miranda smiled slowly:
"Then I just want to kiss you."
The next second, the female swordsman raised her head and kissed his lips without hesitation.
Ignoring the gazes around me.
At that moment, Raphael's heart trembled.
The pain and soreness he had been suppressing in his chest seemed to disappear instantly, leaving only the pounding heartbeat.
Overshadowing the other pulses in his broken body.
Even the things in his body became quiet unconsciously.
On the side of the Black Sand Territory, Viscount Cambida frowned and came to a stretcher, looking at the wounded on it.
"How is it, Ai Xi?" the Viscount asked calmly.
"Ankle bone, and *** stab wounds," Kroesh on the stretcher looked away from Miranda and Raphael who were kissing each other, and then glanced at the gloomy-looking Michael and the relieved Cohen.
He smiled coldly: "I have to lie down for a few months."
At the last moment, both she and Miranda held back.
Maybe they all know that this will never be their ending.
The next second, Chloe's face twitched as she endured the severe pain: "Also, don't call me Ash."
"That title does not belong to you."
"Okay, Ash," Cambida nodded suddenly: "Would you like some medicine to relieve the pain?"
Chloe frowned.
She looked at Viscount Cambida unhappily and snorted coldly.
His Excellency the Viscount looked back at her without any guilt.
"You'd better stop mentioning the medicine." A few seconds later, Chloe tilted her head and said bluntly: "I've had enough of your medicine."
Cambida burst into laughter.
"You are still holding a grudge..." Cambida rolled his eyes and curled his lips: "I drugged you?"
Chloe turned her head sharply!
She stared straight at Cambida, her eyes fierce.
"Hmph." Chloe snorted coldly.
Cambida patted his head helplessly.
"Maybe I drank too much that night, but..."
"Besides taking off a few of your clothes, I didn't do anything else, right?" Viscount Menton shrugged, narrowed his eyes, and glanced at Croash's plump vagina: "You know,
I'm not interested in girls with big breasts."
Chloe looked at him silently.
It seemed that His Excellency the Viscount felt a little chilled.
"Yes, you didn't do anything else."
Chloe said softly: "But you destroyed my faith with a night of drinking and talking."
By Lhasa Kambida.
It was you who destroyed my belief in making a living with the sword.
It was you who made me realize for the first time: what I really am.
Where is my value?
"Also," Chloe said with cold eyes, looking directly into Cambida's eyes: "No matter what you are interested in, it has nothing to do with my **** size."
Cambida smiled slightly.
"If it can destroy your faith, then the wine and words are really worth it."
"Besides, you think your **** size is only related to you," the Viscount sighed, and without hesitation stretched out his finger, poking Croash's chest like a piece of ordinary pork.
Leather Armor: "But the world doesn't think so."
Just when Chloe's eyes could kill, the door to the Hall of Heroes opened.
Everyone outside the hall turned their heads.
With footsteps that may be steady, light, heavy, or nervous, a group of people filed out.
The soldiers and guards immediately stepped aside respectfully to make way for them.
Thales frowned: the figure of the Grand Duke of Black Sand was at the forefront, and the other Grand Dukes were accompanying him with different expressions. Especially after seeing the murderous and nervous Black Sand leading the army, their expressions became even more ugly.
The first person to react was the long-awaited Prime Minister Lisban.
The Prime Minister patted Nicolai on the shoulder, ended the whispers between them, and then strode forward to greet him.
"Charmaine Lombard," the old Prime Minister said with steady steps and a bad tone, "What a surprise."
"No matter last night or today."
Lumba's expression was very complicated. He pursed his lips slightly, and his face became more and more serious.
"The Earl of Risban."
He ignored Lisbon's thoughtful greetings.
The Grand Duke turned around and nodded to Cambida, then looked at the other people who came out with him.
Olesio stepped out of the way with a serious face, while Ronnie looked away with disdain.
In the eyes of everyone, High Priest Holm of the Bright Moon Temple slowly stepped out from behind them.
Thales was nervous and held his breath.
She was still covered with a veil, her eyes were melancholy and misty, and she only occasionally glanced at Thales, which always made the prince feel worried.
The chief priest held Thelma's hand, looking peaceful and quiet.
Thelma was looking for something nervously and anxiously. It wasn't until her eyes met Thales that the girl seemed to relax and let out a breath.
Thales responded with an encouraging smile.
The girl still looked that embarrassed, but at least her dusty little face had been cleaned and her original appearance could be clearly seen.
As a vassal of Longxiao City, Earl Lisban's serious and dignified eyes were focused on Thelma, as if he was thinking about something.
Lumba slowly raised his hands, and the whispering audience suddenly fell silent.
Just listen to Rumba saying calmly: "I am here to declare to all Exeter."
His voice was not loud, but it was powerful and powerful, echoing in the corridor.
"Last night, under the attack of disaster, our respected king, His Majesty Nun VII, passed away unfortunately."
At that moment, Thales clearly saw that except for the expressionless Lecco, the expressions of the other Grand Dukes were very ugly.
Count Lisbon fixed his gaze on Lombard's face.
silence.
Despite the preparations, despite the rumors, and despite the fact that the king's delay in returning has shown something.
But the moment they heard the news, everyone's breaths still trembled.
The expressions of Nikolai and a kind of white-blade guard were even more ugly.
In an instant, the soldiers from the Black Sand Territory and the soldiers from the palace were all in a commotion, whispering to each other.
At first it was just whispers, but then it turned into a louder and louder noise, as if there was an inexplicable panic spreading.
Until Lumba raised his hand again: "Quiet!"
"As his granddaughter and close blood relative," Lumba turned his head with a complex expression and said quietly: "Thelma Alex Soulier Walton will succeed him."
Following the Grand Duke's gesture, everyone could clearly see the helpless little girl with glasses next to the Grand Priest.
"Becoming the next Longxiao City..."
"The Grand Duchess."
This time, compared to the gradual panic caused by the death of the king, the entire hall was suddenly in an uproar!
That girl.
Grand Duchess?
Whether it was the soldiers of the Black Sand Territory, the subordinates of the Grand Dukes, or even the palace guards who were originally loyal to King Nun and Longxiao City, they were all shocked and looked at each other.
If it weren't for the fact that most of the people were warriors, the situation might have gotten out of control long ago.
Only the White Blade Guards, including Nicolai, seemed extremely calm.
But the princes, including the ashen-faced Prime Minister of Lispan, showed no signs of surprise.
Seeing Thelma's face turning from red to white and panicking under everyone's gaze, Thales felt very uncomfortable.
Lumba looked at the audience solemnly, motionless.
At this moment, Prime Minister Lisban took steps and stepped forward.
His actions attracted everyone's attention.
I saw Earl Lisban coming to Selma and squatting down slowly.
"My lady, are you okay?" he said softly, as if comforting a child.
Thelma looked at him blankly.
I saw the wrinkles on the count's face trembling slightly: "I am Charles Lisban."
"He was your grandfather's vassal and the Prime Minister of his kingdom."
"Hello." Not sure if it was a signal from the officiant, Thelma timidly replied: "Your Majesty..."
Lisban shook his head, his eyes filled with love and sadness.
"No, please remember," the earl said seriously, "I am your vassal."
"Be loyal to you."
Thelma was stunned. She stared at the count's serious expression.
In the noisy corridor, Thelma nodded and pursed her lips.
"Hello," the girl said trying to put on a firm look, "Char."
Only then did Lisban smile on his wrinkled face and slowly stood up.
In the commotion of the crowd, Croache, who was half sitting on a stretcher, shook his head sarcastically: "Oh, in the end, it was our enemies who brought out a female Grand Duchess."
"How ironic."
Viscount Cambida turned back: "Do you really think so?"
Crowley responded with disdain: "Isn't it?"
Cambida chuckled and poked her head quickly.
"No, no, Ash," under Crow Ash's murderous gaze, the Viscount deftly retracted his right hand before the female warrior broke off his fingers: "Listen carefully with your cute little head."
Cambida's sharp eyes turned to Thelma, and then to the figures of each of the grand dukes. Looking at their faces that were either livid, calm, or furious, he sighed: "The reason why the Northland has the first female
Grand Duke, it’s not a coincidence or any other reason.”
"And it's precisely because we struck the first blow."
"For the first time, the iron rules that have haunted the Northland for thousands of years were shattered."
Chloe paused slightly.
"Because we swung this hammer," Mr. Viscount said with deep meaning, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, "Amidst the debris and chaos, the Northland and the people of the North were caught off guard, and they were able to accept the first female Grand Duke."
Maybe it's not just the Grand Duchess.
There is something else.
"Do you remember?" Cambida's eyes were burning with strange flames, and he said every word:
"He who does not work does not gain."
Chloe lowered her eyes, thoughtfully.
At this moment, High Priest Holm put down the girl's hand and stepped forward slowly.
The Grand Duke of Lombard stepped back gracefully and made way for her.
The chief priest spoke quietly.
Obviously the commotion outside the hall has not subsided, and her words are not very loud.
But unexpectedly, the words of the chief priest rang clearly and directly in everyone’s ears:
"As the spokesperson of Haoyue, I hereby solemnly declare to the entire Kingdom of Exter."
Everyone was immediately in awe.
"The thirty-fifth King of Exeter, Grand Duke of Dragon Sky City, Nun Nekaru Kahn Walton."
"Died today."
There was still silence, but it was no longer as oppressive as the previous atmosphere.
Because everyone knows what happens next.
Just listen to the Chief Priest Holm say calmly:
"In accordance with the oath of co-governance made by Naikaru six hundred and sixty-two years ago."
"The old king has died, and a new king must be established."
"The bright moon is here to witness."
"Under the sacred power of Nekaru's co-ruling oath, in the great and solemn king selection meeting, one person has received the highest votes and has been selected as the next co-elected king."
At that moment, everyone's eyes glanced at the several grand dukes present. Almost all of them had ugly expressions. Ronnie even turned his head in disdain.
In the depressing atmosphere, the expressionless Charmaine Lombard waved his cloak and walked forward slowly.