Outside the corridor, the atmosphere was still tense.
Faint voices could be heard from the Hall of Heroes, but they could not be heard clearly outside the hall.
Thales was so tired that he did not even have the strength to activate the Sin of Hell's River.
Nicholas let go of Mirk's hand and let him rest on his own. The latter stared in pain at the female warrior on the stretcher among the Black Sand Region crowd.
"Boss!" Lord Justin of the White Blade Guards came forward and looked at the Star Killer in surprise. "You've been missing since last night. How …"
"Ah, Justin." Nicholas' expression was gloomy. He waved at his deputy commander from afar. "You did well. At least you protected the palace.
"You left us a chance of survival."
Justin was dumbfounded.
Nicholas walked towards Thales with a complicated expression. "In fact, I never thought that you would succeed."
The prince, who was sitting on the floor with his hands on the ground, raised his head and glared at him weakly.
"I know," Thales answered hoarsely. He felt like an unlucky person who had just returned from drowning. "You probably thought, 'This guy went to die.'"
Nicholas stared at him. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking.
"I have to admit." After a few seconds, Nicholas nodded in a barely noticeable manner and pursed his lips. "You do have some tricks up your sleeve.
"Young prince."
Once he finished speaking, the Star Killer turned around and walked towards Prime Minister Lisban.
Thales exhaled and rolled his eyes.
"Would saying 'thank you' kill you?" he said impatiently behind the Star Killer.
Nicholas extended his hand to the back of his head and waved it nonchalantly.
'What an awkward guy …' Thales criticized in his heart.
Under the strange gazes of the two groups of people in front of the hall, their people returned one by one.
Wya felt ashamed and guilty. He apologized for not being able to fight by His Highness' side.
Ralf took off a prosthetic limb and revealed a knee that was bleeding from the abrasion. He gestured at Thales that it was really bad.
Kohen excitedly and happily told him that he was honored to fight with him.
Thales could only smile at them over and over again.
On the other side of the wall, Raphael helped the weak Miranda sit down slowly.
But Miranda grabbed Raphael's hand.
The swordswoman raised her head weakly. Enduring the pain in her abdomen, she looked at the expressionless Raphael.
A second later, Miranda, whose eyes were slightly red, reached out and wrapped her arms around the man's neck. She exerted a little force, trying to pull him toward her.
Raphael was slightly shocked and his heart tightened.
"No." He subconsciously held Miranda down and shook his head with an ugly expression. "We are still in the enemy's territory …"
The weak Miranda did not say a word. She just stared at him quietly.
This …
Idiot.
The next moment, Miranda suddenly tightened her grip on the man's neck!
Raphael was slightly startled and was pulled forward by Miranda.
The two of them were only a few inches apart.
The swordswoman looked at him solemnly.
Those eyes …
Just like many years ago: the girl who told him seriously in the snow, "Smile."
"Listen to me word by word."
Miranda said to him softly but sternly, as if lecturing her own recruits, "I almost died there today."
"I almost couldn't make it back."
"Did you hear me clearly?"
Miranda's gaze pierced straight into Raphael's eyes. It made his heart ache, and he did not know how to react.
Raphael sighed. He looked at Miranda's stern expression with mixed feelings.
'That girl in the snow … has grown up.'
The two of them stared at each other quietly.
"So," she said resolutely, "when I want to kiss you, Raphael Lindbergh."
The young man from the Secret Intelligence Department stared at Miranda in a daze.
He watched her face get closer and closer, and the black hair on her forehead that was wet from her sweat.
Miranda slowly smiled.
"Then I want to kiss you."
The next second, the swordswoman raised her head and kissed his lips without hesitation.
She completely ignored the gazes around them.
At that moment, Raphael's heart trembled.
The pain and bitterness that he had been suppressing in his chest seemed to have disappeared in an instant, leaving only the thundering of his heart.
It drowned out the other throbbing in his crippled body.
Even the things in his body had unknowingly quietened down.
On Black Sand Region's side, Viscount Kentvida came to a stretcher with a frown and looked at the injured person on it.
"How is it, Esch?" the viscount asked faintly.
"Ankle." On the stretcher, Kroesch withdrew her gaze from Miranda and Raphael, who were kissing each other. She then glanced at the dejected Mirk and the gratified Cohen and smiled coldly. "You'll have to lie in bed for a few months."
At the last moment, both she and Miranda held back.
Perhaps both of them knew that this would never be their ending.
The next second, Kroesch's face twitched as she endured the intense pain. "Also, don't call me Esch.
That title doesn't belong to you. "
"Alright, Esch." Kentvida nodded in realization. "Do you want some medicine to relieve the pain?"
Kroesch furrowed her brows.
She stared at Viscount Kentvida in annoyance and snorted coldly.
The viscount stared back at her without a hint of guilt.
A few seconds later, Kroesch tilted her head and said bluntly, "You should stop mentioning medicine. I've had enough of your medicine."
Kentvida could not help but laugh.
"You're still holding a grudge, huh …" Kentvida rolled his eyes and curled up the corners of his lips. "About me drugging you?"
Kroesch turned her head abruptly!
She glared straight at Kentvida with a fierce gaze.
"Hmph." Kroesch snorted coldly.
Kentvida patted his head in resignation.
"That night, I might have drunk too much, but …
"Other than taking off a few of your clothes, I didn't do anything else, did I?" The Viscount of the City of Halting Light shrugged. He narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze over Kroesch's full bosom. "You know, I'm not interested in big-breasted girls."
Kroesch stared at him silently.
The viscount felt a chill run down his spine.
"Yes, you didn't do anything else."
Kroesch said softly, "But you destroyed my faith with your drunken talk that night."
'Lassa Kentvida.
'You destroyed my faith to live by the sword.
'You made me realize for the first time what I really am.
'And where my value lies.'
"Also …" Kroesch's gaze was cold as she stared straight into Kentvida's eyes. "No matter what you're interested in, it has nothing to do with the size of my breasts."
Kentvida smiled faintly.
"To be able to destroy your faith, those drunken talk were really worth it.
"Also, you think that the size of your breasts is only related to you." The viscount sighed and extended his finger without any scruples. As if he was poking an ordinary piece of pork, he poked the leather armor on Kroesch's chest. "But this world doesn't think so."
Just when Kroesch's gaze could kill, the door to the Hall of Heroes opened.
Everyone outside the hall turned their heads in unison.
Following the sound of steady, light, heavy, or anxious footsteps, a group of people filed out.
The soldiers and guards immediately retreated respectfully and made way for them.
Thales frowned. The Archduke of Black Sand Region was walking at the forefront, while the other archdukes followed by his sides with different expressions on their faces. When they saw the murderous and nervous Black Sand Region's army, their expressions became increasingly unpleasant.
The first person to react was Prime Minister Lisban, who had been waiting for a long time.
The prime minister patted Nicholas' shoulder and ended the whispering between them. Then, he strode forward to greet them.
"Chapman Lampard." The old prime minister's footsteps were steady. His tone was unfriendly. "What a surprise.
Whether it was last night or today. "
Lampard's expression was very complicated. He pursed his lips lightly, and his face, which appeared to have gone through the vicissitudes of life, became increasingly solemn.
"Count Lisban."
He ignored Lisban's greeting, which had a profound meaning.
The archduke turned around and nodded at Kentvida. Then, he looked at the other people who came out with him.
Olsius stepped aside with a solemn expression. Roknee, on the other hand, looked elsewhere in disdain.
Under everyone's gazes, High Priestess Holme of Bright Moon Temple slowly walked out from behind them.
Thales was nervous. He held his breath.
Her face was still covered by a veil. Her gaze was melancholic and misty. She would only occasionally glance at Thales, which always made the prince feel anxious.
The high priestess held Saroma's hand. She appeared peaceful and quiet.
On the other hand, Saroma was anxiously looking for something. When her gaze met Thales', the girl seemed to relax and exhaled.
Thales responded with an encouraging smile.
The girl was still in that disheveled state. But at least her small, dusty face had been cleaned, and her original appearance could be seen clearly.
As a vassal of Dragon Clouds City, Count Lisban's solemn and solemn gaze was focused on Saroma. He seemed to be thinking about something.
Lampard slowly raised his hands. The whispering crowd instantly quietened down.
Lampard said flatly, "I hereby announce to all of Eckstedt.
"Last night, under the invasion of the calamity, our respected king, King Nuven the Seventh, unfortunately passed away."
His voice was not loud, but it was abnormally forceful. It echoed in the corridor with quite an imposing manner.
At that moment, Thales clearly saw that other than the expressionless Lecco, the other archdukes' expressions were very unpleasant.
Count Lisban, on the other hand, fixed his gaze on Lampard's face.
There was silence.
Even though they had been prepared for a long time, even though the rumor had spread like wildfire, even though the king's delayed return had already proved something.
But the moment they heard the news, everyone's breathing still trembled.
The expressions of Nicholas and the other White Blade Guards were even more unpleasant than before.
In an instant, the warriors of Black Sand Region and the palace were in an uproar. They whispered to each other.
At first, it was just whispers. Then, it turned into an increasingly loud uproar, as if an inexplicable panic was spreading.
Then, Lampard raised his hand again. "Silence!"
With a complicated expression, Lampard lowered his head and said faintly, "As his granddaughter and blood relative, Saroma Alex Soria Walton will inherit his position."
Following the archduke's gesture, everyone saw the bewildered bespectacled little girl next to the high priestess.
"Become the next Dragon Clouds City …"
"Archduchess."
This time, compared to the gradual panic caused by the king's death, the entire hall was instantly in an uproar!
'That girl.
'Archduchess?'
Be it the soldiers of Black Sand Region, the archdukes' subordinates, or even the palace guards who were originally loyal to King Nuven and Dragon Clouds City, they were all shocked and looked at each other.
If it were not for the fact that most of them were warriors, the situation might have long gone out of control.
Only the White Blade Guards, including Nicholas, appeared unusually calm.
But the archdukes, including the ashen-faced Prime Minister Lisban, were not surprised at all.
Watching Saroma's face turn from red to white as she endured everyone's gazes and panicked, Thales felt very uncomfortable.
Lampard looked at the entire hall solemnly and did not move.
At this moment, Prime Minister Lisban took a step forward.
His action attracted everyone's attention.
Count Lisban came before Saroma and slowly squatted down.
"My lady, are you alright?" he asked softly, as if he was comforting a child.
Saroma stared at him in a daze.
The wrinkles on the count's face trembled slightly. "I am Ciel Lisban.
"I was your grandfather's vassal and his kingdom's prime minister."
"Greetings," Saroma answered timidly, perhaps because of the high priestess's signal, "Your Grace …"
Lisban shook his head. His gaze was filled with love and sorrow.
"No, please remember," the count said sternly, "I am your vassal.
I am loyal to you. "
Saroma was stunned. She stared at the count's stern expression.
In the noisy corridor, Saroma nodded and pursed her lips.
"Greetings." The girl tried hard to put on a firm expression. "Ciel."
It was only then that a smile appeared on Lisban's wrinkled face. He slowly stood up.
In the restless crowd, Kroesch, who was half-sitting on a stretcher, shook her head mockingly. "Heh, in the end, it was our enemy who brought out an archduchess.
How ironic. "
Viscount Kentvida turned his head around. "Do you really think so?"
Kroesch still had a disdainful look on her face. "Am I not?"
Kentvida chuckled and quickly poked her head.
"No, no, Esch." Under Kroesch's murderous gaze, the viscount nimbly withdrew his right hand before the female warrior broke his finger. "Listen carefully with that cute little head of yours."
Kentvida's sharp gaze shifted to Saroma, then to the archdukes' silhouettes. He stared at their ashen, calm, or insuppressible expressions. He sighed and said, "The reason why Northland had its first archduchess was not a coincidence or some other reason.
It was precisely because we swung the hammer for the first time.
"The first time we smashed the iron rules that have haunted Northland for a thousand years."
Kroesch paused for a moment.
"Because we swung the hammer," the viscount said meaningfully, the corners of his lips curling up slightly. "Amidst the debris and chaos, the Northlanders and Northlanders, who were caught off guard, were able to accept the first archduchess."
'Perhaps it's not just the archduchess.
'There's something else.'
Kentvida's eyes burned with a strange flame. He enunciated each word clearly.
"Those who do not work, do not reap."
Kroesch lowered her eyes and seemed to be deep in thought.
At this moment, High Priestess Holme put down the girl's hand and slowly walked forward.
Archduke Lampard stepped back gracefully and made way for her.
The High Priestess spoke faintly.
The commotion outside the hall had clearly not subsided, and her voice was not loud either.
But unexpectedly, the High Priestess' words rang clearly and directly in everyone's ears.
"As the spokesperson of the Bright Moon, I hereby solemnly announce to the entire Eckstedt Kingdom."
Everyone instantly became solemn.
"The thirty-fifth Common-Elected King of Eckstedt, the Archduke of Dragon Clouds City, Nuven Raikaru Kahn Walton.
"He has passed away today."
There was still silence, but the atmosphere was no longer as oppressive as before.
Because everyone knew what was going to happen next.
High Priestess Holme said faintly,
"According to Raikaru's Joint Ruling Pledge six hundred and sixty-two years ago.
"Since the old king has passed away, a new king shall be elected.
"The Bright Moon bears witness.
"Under the sacred effect of Raikaru's Joint Ruling Pledge, in the great and solemn King Selection Congress, one person has obtained the highest number of votes and has been elected as the next common-elected king."
At that moment, everyone's gaze swept towards the few archdukes present. Almost all of the archdukes had ugly expressions on their faces. Roknee even turned his head away in disdain.
In the stifling atmosphere, the expressionless Chapman Lampard flung his cloak and walked forward slowly.
He stood under everyone's scrutinizing gaze.
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Yesterday, he was writing and deleting at the same time. Even when it was very late, there was still no result, so he didn't update.
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The last part is a bit more difficult to write. It is a link between the previous part and the next part. I still need to rewrite the outline of the next volume to continue the previous part. Therefore, it will take a bit more time.
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The next chapter will be published after 12 o 'clock.
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