On the day of God's birthday, the Lord of Marshall was riding a horse on Triumph Avenue. He was wearing a Taurus armor and riding a horse. He was shining under the sun. Even the white horse he was riding was dyed gold.
Abel stealthily moved his horse a few steps behind Lord Marshall and walked side by side with the two other stewards. Today was Lord Marshall's day of glory. Although it was also his day, his vision was much higher than this. Whether it was his identity as a young intermediate Knight or as a Blacksmith Master, it was enough to give him the status he deserved in any duchy.
The palace was not as luxurious as Abel had imagined. It also had white walls and a red roof, but it was huge and majestic. Under the guidance of the palace servants, Lord Marshall and Abel walked into the political center of the Duchy of Carmel, where the power was concentrated.
After passing through the gate of the palace, they saw a white stone road with 12 statues of Knights on both sides. Ken gently told Abel that these statues were the Knights who had made great contributions during the founding of the country. The third Knight statue was the founder of Family Harry.
After walking forward, they arrived at the meeting hall of the palace. This was the place where the honors were awarded. When Lord Marshall and Abel arrived, there were already other honorees waiting there, and the nobles also slowly entered.
Unlike the appearance of the palace, the meeting hall was extremely luxurious. The moment Abel entered the meeting hall, he felt like he was hit by a golden light. Whether it was the walls or the carved pillars, they were all wrapped in gold. Even the crystal chandelier hanging in the air was golden, and the light from the chandelier also emitted a golden light.
At the top of the roof, which was 30 meters above the ground, there was a huge oil painting depicting the battle between the gods and the demons.
The floor was paved with a dark gold material that was polished like a mirror. One could clearly see the reflection of the people on the floor, and the golden color of the meeting hall was once again reflected on the floor.
Lord Marshall's Taurus armor was strangely blended in with the surroundings, as if he was a statue here.
"Marshall, why didn't you go back to your family?" A handsome old man who looked like Lord Marshall walked towards them and said. From his tone, it was clear that not only did he know Lord Marshall, but he was also very familiar with him since he could speak to him so rudely.
"Father!" Out of Abel's expectation, the Lord of Marshall, who was always talking about the Harry family in Bakong City, suddenly became like a mouse that had just seen a cat. His voice was very small, and he was very weak. There was no trace of the arrogance he had on the way here.
"Puff out your chest. What do you think you look like? You are now the head of a clan." The old man slapped the Lord of Marshall's back, and the Lord of Marshall straightened his body. Then the old man said, "You've been doing well recently. You actually used your military exploits to exchange for a title. When you have time, go home and see your mother."
"You must be Abel. I'm Brooke. Earl Harry, Marshall's father. We are family! " Earl Brook said to Abel with a kind smile. It made people think that Abel was his son, and Lord Marshall was an outsider.
"Grandpa Brook, hello!" Abel quickly bowed.
"We are family, no need to be so polite!" Earl Brook helped Abel up and smiled.
Earl Brook turned his head and looked around. There weren't many nobles here, and they were all quietly talking about something. No one was paying attention to them, so he turned his head and scolded the Lord of Marshall, "You are still as reckless as when you were young. Can you even get to Bakong City at this time?"
"Father, what's wrong?" Lord Marshall didn't understand.
"After the award ceremony, leave Bakong City as soon as possible. Don't stay for too long." Earl Brook didn't explain too much.
Abel looked at Earl Brook's serious face. He couldn't help but think, "Is there going to be a big change in Bakong City?"
"The great King of the Duchy of Carmel, Spender George, has arrived!"
As the servant's voice came, all the nobles stopped talking and returned to their seats. Only 5 people were left standing in the middle of the huge hall.
King Spender George of the Duchy of Carmel walked into the hall. He was wearing a red silk robe and a dark red cloak. Everyone bowed to greet him. They didn't straighten up until King Spender George sat on the throne in the middle.
By this time, Abel had already noticed that King Spender George's face was very pale. Even though he was wearing a luxurious red robe, it could not hide the sickly look on his face. Through his power of the will, he could directly sense that the king's flame of life was gradually weakening and dimming.
"Grant Marshall Harry the title of a Knight!" The servant yelled.
Lord Marshall, who was wearing a full set of golden armor, took a step forward in front of everyone. He lowered his head and knelt down respectfully in front of his king. His expression was solemn and respectful.
King Spender George stood up and took a long sword from the servant's hand. He gently patted Lord Marshall's left and right shoulders and said, "Lord Marshall, you will wake up from your nightmare and fight for your lofty ideals!"
Lord Marshall raised his head and said loudly, "I will give you my loyalty!"
Perhaps for the Lord of Marshall, this was the most important thing in his life. The ceremony was solemn and sacred. However, the royal ceremony was much shorter than Abel had imagined. It was just the king waving his sword, and the whole process was completed in just two short sentences.
Abel didn't really agree with this ceremony. He knew that this was a simplified symbol from the early days of the human race. It symbolized that the king had conquered the recipient with his sword, and it also showed that the king had the ability and power to punish disloyal people.
After that, it was the award ceremony of the other three recipients. Finally, Abel, who was wearing a full set of blue armor, knelt down in front of the king.
When King Spender George placed his long sword on Abel's shoulder, Abel could clearly feel the long sword trembling. This old man in front of him was sick. He had spent too much energy on this ceremony.
"Master Abel, you are the youngest eagle in the Duchy of Carmel. You are an unparalleled genius. Please always remember that you are a man of the Duchy of Carmel!" King Spender George said softly before the ceremony. He then continued, "Lord Abel, you will wake up from your nightmare and fight for your lofty ideals!"
Abel said loudly, "I will give you my loyalty!"
The sound of a child's voice, which had just changed, filled the hall. Such a young Lord of Arms made all the nobles sigh at his youth.
King Spender George took out a coat of arms. On a black background, there was a golden dragon coiled around it. He hung the coat of arms on Abel's chest.
This coat of arms was designed by Abel and made by the palace. No matter which world he was in, he always believed that he was the descendant of the dragon. Therefore, the coat of arms had a five-clawed dragon drawn on it.
When Abel and The Lord of Marshall left the palace, the originally clear sky became a little dark. Dark clouds began to cover the sky. When they returned to their mansion on triumph boulevard, the sky was already filled with thunder, and lightning flashed across the sky.
At this time, Abel's power of the will was very chaotic. His intuition made him feel the uneasiness and restlessness of this city.
He sensed Bai Yun's location in his heart. Bai Yun was now dozens of miles away from Bakong City above the clouds. From there to Abel's side, Bai Yun could fly there in a short time. This made Abel feel a little relieved. No matter what, there was no problem with retreating. At most, Bai Yun's existence would be exposed.
After ordering 20 Knight servants and 10 black armored warriors to increase the security and increase the number of patrols, Abel finally felt relieved and returned to his room.
Bakong City was washed by the heavy rain until night time. It was as if the city was wailing, and a heavy atmosphere shrouded the capital city.
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