As usual, the process of the celebration is still very formulaic. First, the orchestra plays a suite, and then the singers sing collectively. In the third link, the first climax of the celebration is reached, which is jointly performed by the Prince Guards and the Golden Lion Corps.
The power of the kingdom.
Chris, who was sitting next to the king, was so proud that he really wanted to look back and see Charlemagne's jealous expression.
But this pride only lasted for more than an hour, because Chris couldn't stand the restraint.
He couldn't talk casually, couldn't change his expression casually, couldn't rub his eyes, scratch his itch, or pick his nose. This was simply torture for Chris. Just maintaining an upright posture for an hour already made him sweat profusely.
Sitting in the last row, chatting with someone, whispering and commenting on certain aspects of the ceremony, this is the celebration that Chris is familiar with.
Sadly, this ordeal would last for several more hours.
The soldiers' performance was as boring as usual, lining up, marching, and changing formations. After so many years, there was nothing new at all.
Chris, who was on the verge of collapse, was trying to find ways to relieve his emotions, when a detail suddenly attracted his attention.
A guard's feather arrow accidentally fell to the ground during the drill. Although it was far away, Chris could clearly see that the feather arrow had an arrowhead.
This is strange. During the celebration ceremony, soldiers are not allowed to use real weapons. This has been a tradition of the Lion Country for many years. First of all, using weapons in front of the king is against the law. Secondly, no one wants to see it during the drill.
The soldiers were really injured.
Chris' nerves tensed up instantly. He looked back at Charlemagne and found that Charlemagne was chatting with Spindu behind him. Did he make a mistake in haste?
Impossible, Charlemagne would never make such a mistake. If his father knew about this, his beautiful life would probably be ruined.
Even if Charlemagne made a mistake, Andrew would check everyone's weapons. At this moment, he was concentrating on watching the soldiers' performance and seemed not to notice the falling arrows.
Chris's eyes were wandering, and it seemed that no one had noticed the arrow. Only Edmund seemed to have noticed, and his eyes were intertwined with Chris's, but the two were too far apart to communicate more.
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After the performance, the soldiers stood neatly in the square, waiting for the king's award.
According to tradition, the king will give this opportunity to the prince. It has always been Charlemagne who has enjoyed this honor in the past, but today it is finally Chris' turn.
"Come, my son," the king smiled, "let the soldiers see the majesty of the prince."
There was sparse applause from the audience. The king's favor could not change everyone's disgust. They really didn't want to see this devil in such a solemn ceremony.
Chris cherished this opportunity very much. He prepared for it for five whole days and memorized every word of the speech by heart.
But today he was not in good condition. His attention was taken away by the arrow. He stood in front of the stage and cleared his throat, but something went wrong as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Today is a very special day...well, very special. How special is it? In short, it is very special..."
There was a burst of laughter from the audience, and no one knew what he wanted to say.
The king frowned, he was very disappointed with Chris.
"Didn't he prepare in advance?" The king looked at Conrad.
Conrad shrugged and said: "Who knows? Prince Chris has always been independent. An old guy like me has no right to point fingers at the prince."
"Today's weather is very good. It's a good day for celebrations. Yes, a good day, what a good day..." Chris continued to make an awkward speech. The location of the podium in the square was very special. The craftsmen used ingenious design to
He made effective use of the surrounding buildings, and every word he spoke brought a very loud echo. Chris' every word could be clearly heard in everyone's ears.
The boos in the audience became louder and louder, and Chris knew how badly he performed. He forgot his words. He had the words of his speech in his pocket. Even if he took it out and recited it, it would be better than standing here in embarrassment.
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But Chris didn't care about his speech. His eyes were focused on the soldiers in the audience.
Standing at this angle, he could clearly see the quivers behind the soldiers. They were not props for drills. Every arrow was real.
And their spears, and their swords, are all real.
This is not a mistake or a coincidence, this is a conspiracy!
"The ceremony is very grand, very good... very good," Chris paused and suddenly shouted, "Charlemagne, my brother! What exactly do you want to do?"
There was laughter from the audience, it seemed that the Demon Prince was going crazy again.
The king stood up. He was about to stop Chris's stupid move, but he heard Chris shout again: "Why are every soldier's weapons real?"
The laughter stopped suddenly, everyone's eyes widened, and even the king took a step back in fright.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Charlemagne. Charlemagne stood up calmly, shook his head and said: "My brother, on such a solemn occasion, you shouldn't make such a stupid joke. How could the soldiers' weapons be so powerful?"
Is it true?"
Chris shouted: "I'm not kidding, do you dare to ask your guards to pull out their swords?"
"Of course," Charlemagne strode down from the stands, stood among the guards, and said calmly, "Guards, draw your swords."
The guards pulled out their long swords one after another, and the bright blades were particularly dazzling in the sun.
Before the shocked king could speak, he heard Charlemagne give a second order: "Archers, fire your bows! Let Prince Chris see your arrowheads!"
The archer placed an arrow on the bowstring and pointed the sharp arrowhead directly at the king.
The king took a few steps back, sat back on his chair, gasped for breath, and shouted: "My child, what do you want to do?"
"I want to save my kingdom, father," Charlemagne replied calmly, "the kingdom cannot fall into the hands of the devil."
"Why do you say such things?" The king shook his head and said, "How could our kingdom fall into the hands of the devil?"
"Really? It seems that I have heard some false rumors," Charlemagne pointed at Chris. "The devil is right in front of us, but you want to hand the throne to him. Isn't this true?"
The king shouted loudly: "Of course this is not true! How could I leave the kingdom to this vicious fool! This damn devil!"
His father was just trying to appease Charlemagne. He was trying to buy time for himself. No matter how harsh his father's words sounded, he was his father's best son...
Chris has been comforting himself that he must calm down and find a way to resolve this crisis.
However, Charlemagne was far more prepared than he was. He drew his sword, pointed at the king and shouted: "If you really won't pass the throne to him, then kill this devil now!"