After several days of intense arrangements, Todd finally ushered in the day of the ceremony for the election of the throne of Holy Acropolis.
Early in the morning, after Todd washed up and had breakfast, he returned to his room and opened the soul space. He arranged tactical communication for Twilight West City and Froststone Camp, and worked with Rachel on the cooperation with the Alien Association.
Coordinated.
After finishing these things, Todd returned to the room and walked to the window, looked at the dense clouds in the sky, felt the cool breeze blowing slightly, and said softly: "The storm is coming."
Putting on the church's robes, Todd went to the backyard of the cathedral and vaguely heard a sharp voice.
"You and your teacher are both apostates under the rule of Heavenly Father!" Cardinal Jacob, with a cold expression, yelled at Tristan viciously: "You must be hiding something!"
The latter fearlessly held up his chest: "Your Excellency Jacob, please pay attention to your words. I have nothing to do with it, but making arrogant comments about another cardinal is against the church's teachings."
Jacob was about to say something more when he saw Todd walking slowly. He swallowed his words, glared at Tristan bitterly, turned and left the backyard.
Todd walked to Tristan's side, glanced at Jacob's back, and asked in a low voice: "Is there trouble?"
"It's just a barking vicious dog." Tristan looked around, pulled Todd's sleeve, came to a deserted corner, and whispered: "Although I don't know what you and Muxi City are.
relationship, but there is a piece of information that may interest you."
"Intelligence? What is it?"
Tristan said directly: "In today's throne election ceremony, the church will give up its support for His Royal Highness Matid."
Todd was slightly startled.
Tristan continued: "I don't know the specific reason, but this news comes from internal channels of the church and should be reliable... How about it? Surprising news, right?"
Todd smiled and nodded.
He was indeed a little surprised, but not because of the church's decision to give up on Matilde, but because Tristan was willing to tell him about it.
"Tristan, thank you." Todd said sincerely, "You have done me a big favor."
Tristan smiled and waved his hand: "It's not a big deal. If you can contact the Muxi Mission, let them be more careful."
Todd patted the other party's shoulder and walked towards the carriage at the backyard gate.
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The Holy Acropolis is a rather peculiar kingdom. Although it is under the rule of the Heavenly Father, there are still vague shadows of barbarian tribes in many customs.
Take the election of the throne for example. In other diocesan kingdoms, the king only needs to designate a child to inherit the throne, and then invite the church to host the passing ceremony for him, and everything will be fine.
But in the Holy Guard City, the successor to the throne must first obtain the approval of the majority of the nobles. This method is somewhat similar to the leader of a barbarian tribe succeeding to the throne. The superior person must obtain the consent of the majority of the clan chiefs. As for the election process, in the Holy Guard City
It is called Lijian among the people in the city.
Todd stood in the royal palace of the Holy Acropolis and looked at the hundreds of people around him. The bustling crowd made the place extremely crowded.
Looking at the Muxi Mission, Todd and Mary exchanged glances.
The latter was in this chaotic scene, her face turned pale and her fists clenched, but the moment she saw Todd, her stiff body slowly relaxed.
Todd then moved his gaze towards the direction of the throne. Leoric, who was extremely weak, was slumped on the throne, his eyes looking into the distant nothingness.
Beside him, stood a tall man in gray robes, his face covered by a pitch-black hood. A chain made of bird bones hung on an oak staff as tall as one person.
Todd braced himself and carefully observed every move of the man in gray robe. What surprised him was that the man in gray robe did not move at all, not even breathing.
"Everyone, please be quiet!" A distinguished noble walked to the throne and shouted to everyone in the hall: "It's time to choose a new master for the Holy Acropolis!"
This nobleman had no intention of asking for Leoric's permission, so he proposed the start of the election ceremony without permission. His words and deeds seemed as if he did not take the old king seriously at all.
Facing this scene, Leoric sat on the throne, his eyes still looking into the distance, his body not moving at all, as if everything that happened in the hall had nothing to do with him.
Another noble stood up. He tilted his head and spat on the ground: "Let us get this damn thing done quickly! I can't wait to see the new king of the Holy Acropolis!"
One after another, the nobles sang together, and people directed their approving eyes and flattering words to the two His Highnesses in the center of the venue. No one remembered that there was an old man sitting on the throne who was approaching his twilight years.
Amid the noise of people, two large wooden frames were carried out.
One is placed on the left side of the throne, and the other is placed on the right side of the throne.
Sinclair first took off his sword and placed it on the wooden stand on the left; while Matidide placed his sword on the wooden stand on the right.
Someone shouted: "Let the elections begin! What are we waiting for?!"
"Wait a minute!"
At this moment, a person suddenly walked out of the church group.
Cardinal Jacob held a gold-foil sacred text in his hand. Under everyone's gaze, he walked to the front of the throne, slowly opened the document, and said loudly: "In the name of Heavenly Father, Pope Alexander, in order to respect the Holy Acropolis,
tradition, to ensure the fairness and impartiality of the election, and decided to withdraw the secular holy orders previously awarded to His Highness Mathid..."
"What?!" Matid, who was so confident a second ago, felt like he was struck by lightning when he heard the news announced by Jacob.
He waved his arms, ran to the cardinal in panic, grabbed the cardinal's sleeve, and yelled: "I don't believe it! You must be lying to me!"
Jacob displayed the document, which contained the handwriting of Pope Alexander and the seal of the Cardinal Vatican, which caused the surrounding nobles to talk about it and completely defeated the last trace of luck in Matid's heart.
"Why? Why? Why are you doing this?!"
Matide looked at Jacob stupidly, his expression dull, as if he had lost all hope.
Dion, the leader of the Muxi Mission, talked quietly with Mary. The two glanced at Todd in the crowd, but what they saw was that the other party was shaking his head gently.
Due to the temporary withdrawal of the church, the nobles began to re-examine the situation. Those who originally supported His Highness Matid began to carefully consider their choices.
Soon, a nobleman walked out of the crowd. He held a sword with the family crest on it and gently placed it on Sinclair's sword stand.
More and more people began to put the swords representing their families on Sinclair's wooden stand. After a while, Sinclair's wooden stand was filled with all kinds of long swords, and Marty
The wooden frame of virtue was empty.
Ten minutes later, each nobleman completed his vote on behalf of his family.
Sinclair won without any suspense with an absolute advantage. Although he had the support of most people, he could not see the arrogance after victory. On the contrary, he greeted everyone humbly and thanked them for their selflessness.
support, and repeatedly promised to give back to everyone.
Looking at the sincere look on Sinclair's face, Todd felt something churn in his stomach.
If he hadn't known in advance that this guy had a dirty secret agreement with the church, Todd might have thought he was a pretty good person. But now, what he was left with was an indescribable feeling of disgust and disgust.
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While everyone was celebrating His Highness Sinclair, a noble from the Holy Acropolis walked up the steps to the throne, looked at the former king unscrupulously, and shouted: "Leorric! Get your ass off the throne.
Move over, it’s time to give up your seat to the new king!”
Leoric didn't move.
Todd's hand slowly transformed into the tyrant form. He first gave Dion and Mary a hidden look, then looked up to the roof and slowly closed his eyes.
Just when he was about to start executing the plan, something unexpected happened...
Perhaps angry at Leoric's indifference, the nobleman who walked up to the throne stretched out his hand to drag the old man who refused to give up his throne from the throne of power.
Soon enough, Leoric turned his hand, and the sword placed beside the armrest of the throne, under the swing of his master, completed the action of unsheathing and slashing horizontally in an instant. The sharp blade was on the noble
A slowly expanding blood mark was left on his neck.
The noble whose throat was slit pressed his neck with his hands in disbelief. Blood was like a fountain, splattering on every corner of the throne.
There was a heavy sound in his throat, and the noble's legs went weak. Amidst the screams of everyone in the hall, he fell to the bottom of the steps and completely lost his life.
Dark clouds enveloped the sky, and the sky outside the palace became completely dark. Golden arrow-like lightning shot from the dense clouds to the earth, and the light illuminated the entire King's Palace in an instant.
Leoric, covered in blood, held a sharp sword in his hand, his silver beard and hair flying with the strong wind that poured into the hall.
His eyes widened and he looked at everyone present. No one among those arrogant nobles just now dared to look directly into his eyes.
Leoric took turns with the sword in his hand, and chopped it down with all his strength. The sword stand that represented Sinclair's succession to the throne was broken with a sound, and the weapons that symbolized the power of the aristocracy were scattered on the ground.
"No one can drive me from my throne! Not even God!"
Following Leoric's angry roar, thunder roared outside the hall, and rain poured into the city like a waterfall.