This war lasted for twenty minutes, and the final outcome was Josiah's victory.
"The test is almost over. I need to have some snacks and rest first …" As soon as Josiah made this suggestion, the Venerated Skeleton expressed his opinion with a short sentence.
"One more round."
The Venerated Skeleton clicked the mouse and entered the selection interface again.
"But the award ceremony of the Crystal Palace is about to end, and the prince has been sitting in the back for a long time."
Josiah glanced at the time on the Weave. It had been an hour since Josiah sneaked here from the center of the Crystal Palace.
No matter how long the Skegerona Awards ceremony was, it should be coming to an end.
There was also the 'spectator' who had been sitting by the window. He was the prince from the Nation of Steel. Although he was not very good at diplomacy, a guest of this level couldn't be allowed to sit there all the time.
"It has nothing to do with me." The Venerated Skeleton just glanced sideways at the human prince and continued to focus on the Weave interface.
The Venerated Skeleton came to the human world to participate in offline gatherings. She didn't care about the Skegerona Awards ceremony or the prince's feelings at all.
"Mr. Josiah, I have plenty of time today."
Prince Klaus didn't dare to make any rash moves. The figure shrouded in white cloth gave him a strong sense of oppression all the time.
In order to have the right to stay here, Prince Klaus had to lie. In fact, in his plan, he planned to return to the Tower of Sage immediately after the award ceremony to refine his magic inscription.
"What's everyone's opinion? Cheil, is it really okay if you don't go back? "
Josiah glanced sideways at the new king of the Land of Frost next to him.
When the award ceremony was over, the king disappeared without a trace. This would have a certain impact no matter how one looked at it.
"Wait a little longer." Cheil glanced at the time under the Weave. What she had to do at this stage was to return to the Land of Frost, then issue a series of political orders and eliminate the Old King's Party.
At that time, Cheil would have a lot of complicated problems on his shoulders, so before returning to the Land of Frost …
"Staying here makes me feel relaxed," Cheil said as he looked in the direction where Josiah was sitting. His gaze coincidentally met Messiah's.
At this moment, Messiah felt a little awkward and quickly looked away.
"Thanks for helping me get three kills in the last round." Cheil said in a cold voice.
Messiah raised his head in surprise at the words of thanks. Heroria subconsciously poked Messiah's abdomen with her elbow. This small hint allowed Messiah to understand how to respond to Cheil.
"As comrades on the same front, this is what I should do." Messiah took some time to organize his words.
Cheil had no intention of conversing with Messiah. Instead, she turned her gaze to the Weave before her.
"Lady Lia, if you don't go back now, the bishop and the others will start looking for you."
Messiah took the opportunity to remind Heroria softly.
"It's not the first time they've done something like this. And aren't you protecting me?"
Heroria's meaning was clear. "I can still fight one more round."
"Did the votes all pass? What about you, Qianmian? " Josiah stood up and looked at the dark elf who was holding a pen and jotting something down in a small notebook.
"My subordinates will record the entire process of the award ceremony, so there's no problem."
"Taylin?" Josiah looked at the Frost Elf who was the team's full-time healer.
"This afternoon's program isn't the Schjerona Awards, so Taylin has half a day off." Hiri answered Josiah's question on behalf of Taylin.
"What about you, Hiri? Today's not your day off. "
If Josiah remembered correctly, Carolee's mother was attending the award ceremony.
"It's fine even if the purple-clothed one skips today's class." Hiri gestured that it was fine.
"Lastly, Carolee." Josiah turned his gaze to the Falosi Black Swan. Carolee's expression was very conflicted, but she eventually forced a smile at Josiah.
"I think I should be able to continue, Mr. Josiah, probably …"
"Then let's continue. The third 'Holy Ghost' battle of the film association's offline gathering will now begin. By the way, this is a temporary name."
Josiah announced the start of the third battle, and after saying "I'll fill in", he quickly walked to the prince of the Iron Nation.
"Since you have two minutes to make a decision, including the loading time, there's a total of about four minutes. Let's use this time to talk about your purpose of coming here."
Josiah found a chair and sat in front of the prince of the Iron Nation. Similarly, as a prince, he began the negotiations between the two countries.
"That game, so it's called 'Holy Ghost'?"
Prince Klaus's gaze was still fixed on the Weave interface behind Josiah. In the next second, he realized that he wasn't here to watch others play games.
"It's about the introduction of the Weave in the Iron Nation." Prince Klaus focused his attention on the negotiations.
… …
"A year and a half ago, I found your brother, Josiah. He immediately confirmed that my daughter had the qualifications to act in that movie. At first, I had some doubts about his ability."
Mrs. Sizer and Cersei were on the way to the Falosi Exhibition Hall.
The Crystal Palace's award ceremony had already ended. From the famous nobles to the merchants who were lucky enough to participate in this grand ceremony, they were all discussing issues related to the Weave. There were also some people looking for Josiah.
Cersei was also approached by one or two unfamiliar humans. They seemed to have forgotten the fear that Cersei's race brought to the humans.
Fortunately, Mrs. Sizer's influence in the various countries was not to be underestimated. With the addition of a person in purple from Noland, Cersei easily avoided those who tried to hit on her.
"But your brother once again proved my suspicions wrong with his outstanding ability. He successfully created another outstanding movie, and at the same time, the character my daughter played left a deep impression on the audience."
Mrs. Sizer talked to Cersei about Josiah's past after coming to Noland along the way. This was also the result of Cersei's deliberate guidance.
"Josiah was a little unusual when he was in the Demon World." This was the only way Cersei could describe her brother.
"Indeed, he is a very unusual man." Mrs. Sizer didn't deny Cersei's view. "Ever since the end of that cooperation, my daughter would often mention him when she returned to Falosi."
"Your daughter is known as the Flower of Falosi?" Cersei asked tentatively.
"That's right. Carolee has always been my pride." Mrs. Sizer didn't mean to be modest when talking about her daughter. "She is the most outstanding actress in Falosi, but as a woman, she is also an excellent lady …"
When Mrs. Sizer said this, they had already arrived in front of the reception room of the Falosi Exhibition Hall.
"Carolee is a little unwell, so she came here to rest in advance. Mr. Josiah seems to be taking care of her." Mrs. Sizer looked at the person in purple behind her. "Your Excellency, is your apprentice really here?"
"Hiri. She won't let Josiah be alone with other women." Half of the person's face was covered under the hood, but what she said made Mrs. Sizer's expression stiffen slightly.
Hiri?
Cersei felt that the name was very familiar.
"Carolee may be sleeping now. Please wait …" When Mrs. Sizer was about to knock on the door, she heard her daughter's excited voice.
"Hiri! They are at the river. They still have a little bit of HP left. Don't let them escape … You must kill them! "
"You just left the Finishing Skill. They can't escape at all. But this is the last blow!"
The reception room was very noisy, but Mrs. Sizer was sharp enough to capture her daughter's voice.
"What are they doing inside?" Cersei frowned slightly. Just the words "kill" and "behead" were enough to make her feel uneasy.
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