Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 1103: Shocking changes in the palace
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The guards of the King’s Sword can be described as fully armed today, which is different from the usual light attire. Today, these members of the Guards wear black uniforms as a base, then covered with a layer of chain mail, and the outside is silver. Golden pattern armor. A scarlet cloak was hung behind his back, with a circle of mink fur around the cloak, and a covered helmet on his head, with only one pair of eyes exposed. Bright red feathers are inserted in the helmet, and they move in the wind like flames.
The guard held the sword in his hand, majestic and majestic, showing the emperor's might. A total of 16 guards from the two rows of the King's Sword were assigned to the palace gate, and a captain of the guard and two guards inspected the people entering the arena. The weapons that the Jazz carried at any time were released at the request of the guards and placed on a nearby weapon rack. Ellen, who knew that there was this rule, didn't bring the Scarlet King today, but only carried the devil's praise with him.
Seeing Julian, the guard stood straight to salute the prince. Stained by Julian's light, and seeing that Alan had no obvious weapons on his body, the captain of the guard did not ask for a body search, so he let the two pass through. Walking into the Triumphal Palace, you can clearly feel the solemn atmosphere here, which is completely different from the previous two times. On the day of the award, the people in the Triumphal Palace were full of curiosity and anticipation. The atmosphere was not tense, but rather festive. When I met Tangliou for the second time, the palace seemed quiet, as if thousands of years had been frozen here.
This time there were not so many honoring days, but all the big lords from all over the northern border entered the arena. These earls and two or three marquis took their seats according to the arrangement of the guards, except for a few words of greeting. There is still one high platform in the center of the palace, which is the throne of the great emperor. On both sides of the stage, there were four chairs arranged in a figure eight, which were prepared for other officials. The jazz attending the meeting below are divided into two sides, leaving a wide road in the middle. If the jazz at the meeting have any opinions, they can walk on this wide road to face the king and put forward their own ideas.
The Allen trio are just observers today, so they are led to the gallery on the left. There was a row of seats in the auditorium, but only the three of them were seated.
When all the participants arrived, the guards closed the door, and the entire Triumphal Palace was quiet enough to be heard. On the walls on both sides of the main hall, the fierce beasts beheaded by members of the royal family of past generations silently stared at the palace. They are witnesses of history, and today is no exception. After a while, a master of ceremonies sang: "The king is here!"
Everyone in the hall immediately got up, no matter where they were, they all looked towards the high platform.
On the high platform, Tangierou strode up, nodded to the crowd below, and sat on his throne. Then the imperial prime minister Nebot, the Privy Council President Rogge, the official Gendley and several other imperial ministers filed in, sitting on both sides of the high platform. In the end, all the talents underneath returned to their positions. Tangerio's eyes swept across the audience and slowly said, "I won't say anything extra. Since I'm summoning you today, just mention what you want to say. Come out."
The emperor’s opening remarks were very brief, but they opened the prelude to the hearing. At the moment, a fat man with a bloated body, foundation powder on his face, and gold and silver on his body, moved to the middle of the wide road with difficulty. He half-kneeled to the emperor on the high platform. This action was very difficult to do. The fat on his clothes and body made it difficult for him to kneel on the ground completely. At best, it could only be a squat.
In the auditorium, Julian looked at the fat man and smiled: "The first one to come out is the parrot, which is really surprising."
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The two princes interlocked: "That's the Earl of Bled. He was nicknamed a parrot by his father, and he was proud of it. As far as I know, the Earl of Bled has a sister who married a The baron. It seems that the baron’s title was bought with money. That man is actually a big businessman. The relationship between our Earl Bled and his sister is not clear, and now no one can tell that. Whether the baron’s son is his own birth or Brad’s. In short, with this well-earned brother-in-law, Brad has been seldom exposed in recent years. This does not mean that the Earl’s weight has increased every year. As for his cheap brother-in-law, in fact, He didn't care about the relationship between his wife and the earl. What he wanted was just a name. The jazz started his career as a slave, and the slave hunting squad of the year has now become a private army of eight hundred lords. Even slave arrests are no longer there. It's called a slavery or a conscription, what a high-sounding excuse."
At this time, Brad used his usual boastful tone to sing praises to the emperor first. It wasn't until the emperor himself was impatient that the earl got into the topic: "Your Majesty, the empire was shot from blood and corpses. The founding emperor also said that if the empire is to prosper, blood is indispensable. There are local lords and private armies. This tradition is deeply ingrained in people’s hearts. Now that the ancient precepts of the first emperor are to be overthrown, I personally think it is very inappropriate."
Tangriou on the high platform sneered: "At the beginning of the empire, Olísca was just a fortress. Later, there was a small town and then to a city. Hundreds of years have passed, Ollie Sgar has expanded and expanded, and it has its current scale. Brad, if everything follows the ancient precepts, then I don’t have to do nothing? The empire needs to remain bloody, and it needs to change, and the latter is to continue to prosper. The root!"
Brad has never been a brave person. Even if he opposes the cutting of the army, he dare not raise it directly before he has to play a card that is "violating the ancient teachings". This time, seeing Tangliou look upset, he didn't dare to hold on any longer, smiled awkwardly, and quickly stepped back.
As soon as the parrot went down, another person stepped wide. This man is tall, with majestic features, and has a beautiful beard, but the bags under his eyes are a little blue, and he looks long and drunk. He swiftly bowed to Tangriou and said: "Your Majesty, my eldest brother is Baron White Raven, the place is poor in resources, and there are thieves everywhere. If it weren’t for your eldest brother and his army for many years, I’m afraid your territory would not have In the territory of Bai Crow Ridge. It’s just that the big brother’s contribution is not obvious, and it is far from being heard by His Majesty. However, if there is no credit, there will be hard work. If his army is suddenly cut off, let’s not say whether the emperor sent to the territory can adapt. The water and soil there, for the eldest brother and his soldiers alone, your majesty’s move will undoubtedly negate all their contributions, and it may damage your majesty’s prestige."
"Count Bettany, a man with a mere appearance. Regardless of his superficial majesty, he is actually a dirty guy in the interior. What is the most in Bettany's territory? The most brothels, where do the prostitutes come from Huh, it's not his elder brother's credit. The white crow collar is indeed rampant, but the biggest thief leader is the eldest brother of Count Bettany!" Julian said in a contemptuous tone.
Allen shook his head inwardly when he heard it. If it weren't for Julian's point, it would be hard to tell from the surface that this Count Bettany was such a thing. Allen thought to himself that even if this guy could not be an earl, he would be more than enough to be an actor.
On the high platform over there, Tangliou slowly said: "
(To the end of this chapter, please turn the page) Bettany, although the Empire wants to abolish the jazz’s military power, it is not without compensation. Don't look at me from leaving the palace, but lords everywhere, everyone has an account with me. I can remember clearly in the account, those who have merit, reward! If your eldest brother really does what he said, he will get more generous compensation than what he has now. "
"However, if he has, then it is not a simple matter of cutting the army and revealing it lightly."
Bettany's whole body shook as he heard it, but he couldn't say anything else, so he had to withdraw. Next, several earls and a marquis stepped forward, expressing what they had seen, and although they had different fronts, they all ended up in the same way. They all hoped that Tangierou would cancel the decree of cutting soldiers. Sitting on a high platform, the emperor occasionally responded, saying that those opponents could not resist. After a dozen or so knights expressed their opinions, Julian secretly prepared Edward to find an opportunity to present the consent letter.
At this moment, another jazz came to the road. The talent was so broad that he was already sweating on his forehead, and his body was trembling, and he could not tell whether he was nervous or afraid. Alan squinted his eyes, and he saw the man with his hands close together, as if there was something hidden in his hands. Julian next to him said "Huh" and said softly: "This is Count Forun. He has always supported the various political opinions of his father. When the teacher first proposed the proposal of cutting the army a few years ago, Count Forun clearly supported him, why? Come to oppose the cutting of the army today?"
Tangriou on the high platform also sat up a little bit, frowning and said: "Fran, what? Even you are against it? Come, come on, just put it forward here if you have anything you want to say."
The Earl of Forlan is over fifty, with gray hair and an unnatural blush on his face, which seems to be extremely excited. His hands trembled, and his voice trembled: "Your Majesty, the lord cutting the army is really a ridiculous proposal. Your Majesty has not passed it before, but now he is going the other way. With your majesty's wisdom, how can you not understand the pros and cons? His Majesty’s move today must have been deceived by some people!"
Tangriou couldn't help looking at Nebot, and the Prime Minister also looked up, and the two eyes quickly met in mid-air. Nebot shook his head, but Tangerio nodded. No one knew what they were thinking, probably only they knew it.
At this time, Earl Fran slowly withdrew his close hands, and said with a trembling: "If the army cut order is implemented, it will split the empire. I can't let this happen. Since your majesty's eyes have been If someone is blinded, I will remove this person for your majesty!" He finally raised his right hand, and a deep blue spar between his five fingers revealed gleams of brilliance, and the lines were floating in it, and a violent breath of source power suddenly rose in the Triumphal Palace. .
"Thunder is furious!"
"Is Old Forun crazy?"
"Stop him!"
There is no shortage of people who know the goods in the palace, and in an instant someone recognized that the spar in Earl Forren's hand was the thunder rage known for its destructive power. If the power of the spar in the earl's hand is fully released, I am afraid that the entire Triumphal Palace will blow up to the sky. The light in Tangiero's eyes skyrocketed, and the emperor got up slightly, but someone was faster than him. Seeing a red light flashing in the hall, the spar in Folun's hand began to dim. The old earl opened his eyes wide, and then he realized that his palm slipped off slowly, falling down with the thunder and fury.
Still halfway, a hand stretched out and gently took out the spar from the broken palm. The smooth surface of the spar reflected Alan's face.
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