The guards of the King's Sword could be said to be fully armed today, unlike their usual light and simple attire. Today, these guards were all dressed in black battle uniforms, covered with a layer of chain mail, and covered with silver armor with gold patterns. A scarlet cloak hung down from its back, and around the cloak was a circle of mink fur. On its head was a helmet that covered its face, and only its eyes were exposed. The helmet was pierced with bright red feathers, which fluttered in the wind like flames.
The guard held a treasured sword in his hand, looking majestic and full of the might of an emperor. Two rows of the King's Sword personal guards, a total of sixteen people, were assigned to the palace gate, with a guard captain and two guards checking the people who entered. The weapons that Sir carried at all times were removed at the request of the guards and placed on a weapon rack beside them. Allen, who had long known of this rule, did not bring Gojoseon with him today and only carried the devil's praise with him.
Upon seeing Julian, the guard stood straight and saluted the prince. Seeing that Allen had no obvious weapons on him, the guard captain did not ask for a body search and let the two of them pass. Walking into the Triumphant Palace, one could clearly feel the solemn atmosphere inside, which was completely different from the previous two times. On the day of the award, the people in the Triumphant Palace were full of curiosity and anticipation. The atmosphere was not tense, but rather festive. The second time he met Tangerio, the palace was quiet, as if a thousand years of time had frozen here.
This time, there were not as many people as on the award day, but the people who entered were all great lords from all over the Northern Territory. These earls and two or three marquises, apart from exchanging a few pleasantries, took their seats according to the guards' arrangements. There was still a high platform in the center of the palace, the throne of the Great Emperor. On both sides of the platform, there were four chairs arranged in an eight shape, which were prepared for the other officials. The Sir attending the meeting below was divided into two sides, leaving a wide path in the middle. If the Sir had any objections, he could go to this wide path and put forward his ideas directly to the king.
Allen and the other two were only observers today, so they were led to the auditorium on the left. There was a row of seats in the auditorium, but only the three of them sat down.
When all the participants had arrived, the guards closed the door, and the entire Triumph Palace was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. On the walls on both sides of the hall, the ferocious beasts that had been killed by the members of the royal family silently watched the palace. They were witnesses of history, and today was no exception. A moment later, an emcee sang, "The King has arrived!"
Everyone in the hall immediately stood up, and no matter where they were, they looked at the platform.
On the high platform, Tangerio strode over, nodded to the crowd below, and sat on his throne. Then, Prime Minister Nabott, President of the Privy Council Roger, Justice Gendry, and several other ministers of the Empire filed in and sat on both sides of the platform. In the end, everyone returned to their seats. Tangerio's gaze swept across the audience and he slowly said, "I won't say anything unnecessary. Since I've summoned you today, feel free to say whatever you want to say."
To to to to be. Of of. to be to. to Be. At this moment, a fat man with a bloated body, a face powdered, and gold and silver struggled to move to the middle of the aisle. He half-knelt down towards the Great Emperor on the platform. This action was very difficult. His clothes and the fat on his body made it difficult for him to completely kneel on the ground. At best, he could only squat.
In the gallery, Julian looked at the fat man and smiled, "The first one to come out is a parrot. What a surprise."
Allen cast an inquiring gaze.
The Second Prince clasped his fingers and said, "That's Earl Brad. He was jokingly called a parrot by his father and was proud of it." The Earl of Bradford, I know, has a sister who is married to a baron. It seems that the baron's title was bought with money. That man is actually a big businessman. The relationship between our Count Brede and his sister is not clear. No one can say whether the Baron's son is Brede's or Brede's. In short, with this well-endowed brother-in-law, Brad has rarely benefited from it in recent years. No wonder the Count is gaining more and more weight every year. As for his cheap brother-in-law, he doesn't care about the relationship between his wife and the Count. All he wants is a title. That Sir started off with slaves, and the slave-catching team of the past has now become a proper private army of 800 lords. Even the slave hunt is no longer called a slave hunt. It's called a conscription. What a dignified excuse. "
At this moment, Brad used his usual pompous tone to praise the Great Emperor. It was not until even the Emperor himself was impatient that the Count got to the point: "Your Majesty, the Empire is fought out of blood and corpses. The founding Emperor once said that if the Empire wants to prosper, it cannot lack blood. That's why there are local lords and private armies. This tradition is deeply rooted in people's hearts. I personally think it's very inappropriate to overturn the ancient teachings of the late Emperor. "
On the platform, Tangerio sneered, "At the beginning of the empire, Oliska was just a castle. Later, it gradually became a small town and then a city." Hundreds of years have passed, and Oliska has expanded again and again to the scale it is today. Brad, if I followed the ancient teachings, then I wouldn't have to do anything at all. The empire needs to maintain its courage and change, and the latter is the foundation of its continued strength! "
Brad had never been a brave man. Even if he opposed the reduction of the army, he didn't dare to raise it directly. That was why he had to play the card of "going against the ancient teachings". This time, seeing Tangerio's displeased expression, he didn't dare to persist any longer. He smiled awkwardly and hurriedly retreated.
As soon as the parrot went down, another person walked into the wide path. This man was tall and had dignified features. He had a beautiful beard, but his eyes were a little green, and he looked like he was stained with alcohol. He knelt down and saluted Tangerio, "Your Majesty, my big brother is the Baron of White Crow Ridge. This place is poor in resources and full of thieves. If it weren't for Big Brother and his army defending for many years, I'm afraid White Crow Ridge would have long since disappeared from your territory. However, Big Brother's contributions are not obvious, and they are far from reaching His Majesty's ears. However, even if he doesn't have any contributions, he still has hard work. If he suddenly cuts off his army, not to mention whether the Imperial Army sent to the territory can adapt to the environment there, just for Big Brother and his soldiers, His Majesty's action is undoubtedly denying all their efforts. I'm afraid it will damage His Majesty's prestige. "
'"Count Bettany, a guy with a false appearance. Don't look at his dignified appearance, but he's actually a dirty guy in the mainland. What's the most common in Bettany's territory? Brothels are the most common, and those prostitutes. Where do they come from? Hmph, it's all thanks to his big brother. It's true that there are thieves running amok in the White Crow Territory, but the biggest thief leader is Count Bettany's big brother! "Julian said with a contemptuous tone.
Allen shook his head in his heart. If Julian hadn't pointed it out, it would have been difficult to tell that Count Bettany was such a person on the surface. Allen thought to himself, even if this guy couldn't become a count, he would be more than enough to be an actor.
On the high platform over there, Tangerio slowly said, "Bettany, although the empire wants to revoke Sir's military power, it's not without compensation. Don't look at how I rarely leave the palace, but all the lords of the various regions have an account book with me. I remember it clearly in the account. Those who have merit will be rewarded! If your big brother is really like what he said, he will receive far more generous compensation than what he has now. "
"But if he has, then it won't be as simple as cutting off the army."
Bettany's entire body trembled when he heard this. He smacked his lips but couldn't say anything else, so he could only retreat. Following that, a few more counts and a marquis stepped forward one after another, each expressing their views. Although their words were different, they all hoped that Tangerio would cancel the military decree. The Great Emperor sat on the high platform and occasionally responded, but those who opposed him were unable to resist. After the dozen or so Sir had expressed their views, Julian secretly prepared for Edward to find an opportunity to submit the consent letter.
At this moment, another Sir walked into the wide path. The man had just arrived at the wide path when his forehead was already sweating and his body was trembling. It was hard to tell if he was nervous or afraid. Allen narrowed his eyes. He saw that the man's hands were tightly clasped, as if he was hiding something in his hands. Julian, who was at the side, let out a surprised sound and said softly, "This is Count Fron. He has always supported Father's various political views. A few years ago, when Teacher first proposed to reduce the army, Count Fron had also clearly supported it. Why is he opposing the reduction today?"
On the high platform, Tangerio also sat up slightly and frowned, "What's wrong, Fron? Even you oppose it? Come, come, come. If you have anything to say, just say it here. "
Count Fron was over fifty years old. His hair was white, and an unnatural blush appeared on his face. He seemed to be extremely excited. His hands trembled violently and his voice trembled, "Your Majesty, the Lord's reduction of the army is an absurd proposal. His Majesty did not pass it before, but now he is doing the opposite. With His Majesty's wisdom, how could he not understand the pros and cons of this? His Majesty must have been deceived by someone today! "
Tangerio couldn't help but look at Nabott. The Prime Minister also raised his head. Their gazes quickly met in midair. Nabott shook his head, but Tangerio nodded. No one knew what the two of them were thinking. Probably only they knew it.
At this time, Count Fron slowly pulled out his tightly clasped hands and said in a trembling voice, "If the order to cut the army is implemented, it will split the empire. I cannot allow such a thing to happen. Since Your Majesty's eyes have been blinded, let me get rid of this person for Your Majesty! " He finally raised his right hand, and a dark blue crystal stone between his fingers was emitting strands of brilliance. The patterns on it floated, and a violent Origin Energy aura immediately rose faintly in the Triumph Palace.
"Thunder Fury!"
"Is Old Fron crazy?"
"Stop him!"
There was no lack of knowledgeable people in the palace, and in an instant, someone recognized that the crystal stone in Count Fron's hand was the Thunder Fury, which was famous for its destructive power. If the power of the crystal stone in the count's hand was completely released, the entire Triumph Palace would probably explode into the sky. The light in Tangerio's eyes surged. The Great Emperor stood up slightly, but someone was faster than him. A red light flashed in the hall, and the crystal stone in Fron's hand began to dim. The old count opened his eyes wide, and only then did he realize that his palm had slowly slipped down, along with the Thunder Fury.
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