"Cullen Family, yes!"
"Javiya, yes!"
"Amund, yes!"
Three voices of agreement rang out one after another.
Thales quivered and started counting the number of people in his head.
He could not help but breathe harder.
He looked at Gilbert, who was trying hard to suppress the excitement in his eyes.
Koshder Nanchester, on the other hand, had his mouth wide open. It took him a whole twenty seconds to figure out what had just happened!
He looked at the smiling old Duke Cullen in disbelief, his breathing quickening!
Behind him, Dastan and Count Sorel also looked at each other in disbelief.
'What happened?
'What happened?!'
"So, eight people are against, ten people are in favor, and one person abstained." Cullen had a smile on his face as he panted and counted the votes. "More than half of the people in favor."
"Looks like we don't have to show up." Morat, the Black Prophet, sighed as he watched all this. "The backup plan is canceled.
"The situation was decided the moment the Iris Flowers turned on us."
"In the end, it was that child's trick that worked."
Raphael flashed a relaxed smile, nodded, and pulled his gloves back onto his wrists.
"The Higher Parliament has made a decision. The treaty regarding illegitimate children does not apply to this child." Duke Cullen squeezed out a smile on his plump face. "This child can have the Jadestar surname and all the rights of a prince.
"The Jadestar bloodline has been renewed, and Constellation has a successor.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty."
Kessel the Fifth finally flashed a stingy smile. He nodded and gestured to Gilbert.
Once again, the hall erupted with loud cheers one after the other!
Applause, cheers, shouts, and the crowd that kept squeezing through the defense line of the guards and shields.
Koshder did not listen to what Cullen said. He only stared at Duke Cullen with his single eye wide open.
'Bob Cullen.
'You are the one who started all of this.
'You are the one who …
'But you …
'But …
'You.
'Traitor.'
"Let him be your future king." Koshder glared at Duke Cullen, gritted his teeth and spat out a few words. "You will regret this one day!"
The dukes all had different expressions. Val stared at Thales in a daze, Zayen sneered with his arms crossed, Fakenhaz stared at the crowd with a ruminating look, and Lyanna's expression was still cold, only occasionally glancing at Thales.
As for Thales, his mind was blank.
Did he pass today's test?
Gilbert waved his hand with an agitated expression and took a plate from an attendant beside him. There was a rolled-up document on it.
"Your Majesty, Young Sir."
"Even though it's a little crude and rushed, we still need to have the necessary rituals."
Kessel the Fifth nodded expressionlessly.
With trembling hands, Gilbert handed over the scroll with the Nine-Pointed Star Fire Lacquer seal to the supreme king.
The nobles with different expressions slowly dispersed, leaving the center of the balcony to the father and son.
"Kneel." Kessel the Fifth still had a complicated expression on his face, but he looked at Thales with extreme seriousness.
The prince adjusted his breathing and knelt down on one knee.
Here it comes.
He said to himself.
On this day.
Although this was not the future he could choose, wanted to choose, or wanted to choose.
But in this dangerous and unknown world, he was like a small boat that was being battered by huge waves, and he was completely powerless to control his own fate.
In fact, the fact that he was still alive was already a great fortune.
'And now …' Thales looked at the other side.
Kessel the Fifth took off the seal on the scroll and slowly pulled it open.
The tens of thousands of people in Star Plaza saw a small figure kneeling in front of His Majesty. They excitedly cheered, roared, clamored, and clapped. Some people even began to attack the line of order of the city defense team and the police station.
"Jadestar … Jadestar …
"In the name of the thirty-ninth Supreme King of Constellation, the Southern Islands, and the Western Desert, Kessel Mindis Eddie Jadestar."
Kessel the Fifth read the contents of the scroll and stared at Thales with his sky-blue eyes.
"This person before me is a descendant of Jadestar, of the kingdom's bloodline!
"Sunset Goddess bears witness to his bloodline.
"The Jadestar Royal Family guarantees his identity.
"The Higher Council recognizes his rights."
Gods.
Kings.
Suzerains.
The three pillars of Constellation.
Thales squeezed his knees even harder. He could not help but think of the National Conference with its ups and downs.
"Regardless of your past, when you stand up, you will stand up as …"
"That is …"
At this point, Kessel the Fifth suddenly paused. His hand holding the scroll actually trembled slightly.
Thales furrowed his brows.
He knew why the king stopped here.
He knew.
Thales' thoughts returned to a few hours ago.
In the final corridor leading to the Hall of Stars, Gilbert confirmed Thales' name with him.
"According to tradition, members of the royal family have two middle names. The second one is your father's name, and the first one is an important person who has influenced you … Usually, they are famous members in the history of the royal family, such as the Three Kings of Constellation you met, the supreme class' Enemy of the Wolves' Keira Jadestar, or the great musician Sumer Jadestar …"
"Are you sure you want to do this? You know … this name is even rarer than 'Thales'. This will … "Gilbert followed behind Thales, feeling troubled.
"Yes! Mister Gilbert, I have already decided! "
"This is like the brand and memory on my body." Thales' gaze was firm as he walked forward step by step. "No matter what the price, I do not want to give up.
"I am about to become a Jadestar." He panted slightly as he recalled what he saw in the royal family's cemetery. "But if I cannot control my future, at least, please let me control my name."
Thales raised his head and walked forward with determination.
He had no intention of turning back.
Gilbert exchanged glances with Jines, who had a complicated expression on her face, and nodded helplessly.
'His Majesty will probably not be happy.'
Time returned to the present.
Just as the nobles began to frown and discuss the king's abnormality, Kessel the Fifth took a deep breath, as though he was gathering his courage and perseverance. With a deep breath, he shouted in a voice that was filled with dignity and calmness, "Do you know that His Majesty is the King of Hell?
With a dignified and calm voice, he shouted, "When you rise, you will …
"Thales TherrenGirana Kessel Jadestar!
"The Second Prince of Constellation!"
Kessel the Fifth finished reading the contents of the scroll. His eyes looked at Thales, but he seemed to be deep in thought.
The nobles began to discuss.
TherrenGirana?
Who is that?
Thales Jadestar slowly stood up from the ground.
He was a Jadestar.
The Second Prince.
Also the only prince of Constellation.
The only heir of the supreme king.
The guards hurriedly passed the message down to every corner of Star Plaza.
Deafening shouts rose and fell, like waves rolling backwards, and rose again.
But this time, the chaotic and grand shouts of the crowd soon became clear and distinct because they had a target to refer to.
"Thales TherrenGirana Kessel Jadestar —"
"Second Prince — Second Prince —"
"Thales TherrenGirana Kessel Jadestar —"
"Second Prince — Second Prince —"
Amidst the deafening cheers, Thales glanced at the sky in a daze.
The setting sun was hanging in the west, emitting endless red light.
It illuminated the outer walls of the magnificent Renaissance Palace in a bright red light.
It was like the color of blood.
Dusk had arrived.
"You have worked hard today." Gilbert walked forward excitedly and bowed slightly. "Please follow me."
"Your Highness."
—
Somewhere in the Eastern Peninsula.
In a dark and dilapidated building, two men sat around a fire. They wore white robes with golden suns embroidered on them.
"Master Affairs Officer, have you heard?" One of the younger men raised his head and asked curiously, "Night Kingdom has been in a commotion recently. I heard that many vampires have left and fled to the Western Peninsula."
The older affairs officer nodded with a cold expression. "The temple has sent people to investigate."
"But if it's the Western Peninsula, Sunset Temple's power should be stronger than ours, right?" The young man saw that the affairs officer did not reveal anything, so he asked tentatively, "I heard that the people of the Western Peninsula coexist peacefully with the vampires and werewolves. Sunset Temple no longer hunts dark creatures. Can our people pass through Sunset Temple's power? "
The affairs officer raised his head and looked at him coldly.
"Why do you think our world is called 'Errol'?"
"Huh? I saw it when I was learning the language. "The young Sunrise Temple priest scratched his head." Errol is the God of the Holy Sun. He controls the rising and setting of the sun and determines the origin of all things. That's why our world is called Errol, isn't it? "
The Sunrise affairs officer snorted and smiled mysteriously. "You were sent to guard the seal, but you are not qualified to read those historical records. That's all you know."
The young priest's face was filled with desire and curiosity.
"Our world was not originally called Errol. It was only after the Battle of Eradication that it changed its name."
The affairs officer said quietly.
"At the end of the war that almost destroyed the world, the God of the Holy Sun, Errol, sacrificed himself. Otherwise, the world would not have been as simple as being split into two continents.
"From then on, the world was named Errol to commemorate the God of the Holy Sun and his heroic act of sacrificing himself to save the world."
The young priest widened his eyes in shock. "So the legendary God of the Holy Sun was killed by those calamities —"
The affairs officer raised his hand with a cold expression and interrupted the priest's rhetorical question.
He continued, "In the embers of the Holy Sun, the two gods inherited his light and rose again."
The young priest suddenly understood something and opened his mouth wide.
"Yes, the Sunrise Lord and the Sunset Goddess were originally one and controlled the Holy Sun together."
The affairs officer's eyes glinted coldly.
"The Holy Sun shines on all things. How can there be a difference?
"Can the Sunrise priests move within the range of the Sunset Goddess? This is the answer. "
But when the administrator looked at the jubilant priest, he secretly added another sentence in his heart, "That's right.
'Of course, at least that's what we think.
'As for the Sunset Goddess …'
At this moment, a strange tremor suddenly came from the dilapidated and dark building!
Dust fell from the collapsed stone pillars.
Their expressions changed at the same time!
'No way?'
They leaped up and ran towards the center of the building with cold and vigilant eyes.
"Prepare the communication candles. Don't be stingy!" The affairs officer shouted as if he was facing a great enemy.
"To deal with that kind of evil, prepare for the worst!"
They arrived at their destination.
On the stone floor at the center of the dark building, a strange pattern was drawn with strange paint.
It was a circle nearly ten meters wide. It was filled with strange formulas and letters. In the middle of the circle was a six-fingered black claw.
The tremor continued.
The young priest's eyes were filled with doubt. He put away a white candle with golden patterns.
He frowned and said, "The seal pattern is still intact. It hasn't broken free."
But the affairs officer was still on high alert. He felt the tremor and turned to ask with a serious expression, "But what's going on? This tremor … "
The young priest seemed to have thought of something. In a flurry, he brought out an ancient black book from his bosom. He flipped to one of the pages hastily and read it with great difficulty.
"Strange tremor … Strange tremor … Ah, I got it. It's here!"
But the priest looked at it for a while before raising his head and looking at the affairs officer with a troubled expression.
"What's wrong?" the affairs officer asked unhappily, "You're the only one here who has received complete training in the language of the Ancient Empire!"
"No … This notebook says that the occasional agitation of the seal is very normal."
The young priest frowned.
"But … the sudden activity of the sun, the tide of the moon, the change in the flow of Hell's River, even the Seven Kings of Hell picking their noses and yawning, the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Gods decorating their bedrooms for no reason … My God, what kind of disrespectful term is that? Multiple supreme class elites passing by, and even the name of a sealed artifact being called by many people at the same time, all of these might cause energy fluctuations and agitation … The degree of intensity varies …"
The priestess flipped through the notes. Amid the sounds caused by the tremors, she exhaled in resignation.
"Heavens, I really have to give it to these mages. A single question has six to seven different conditions and more than twenty possible answers, and they even have to mark it with 'To be continued'. What's the difference between that and not being able to find the answer? No wonder they became extinct. "
"There has to be someone with the highest possibility, right? Are we just going to ignore it?" the administrator suppressed his anger and asked.
The young priest flipped through his notes anxiously and furrowed his eyebrows.
"I don't know. I'm just a third-rank white-robed priest of the Sunrise Shrine … I'm not …"
At this moment, the tremors suddenly stopped.
The two of them raised their heads and looked at each other, seeing the doubt and relief in each other's eyes.
The tremors did not come again.
The administrator finally breathed a sigh of relief. He glared fiercely at the priestess, turned around, and left.
The priestess looked at the administrator's back and continued to speak, feeling wronged.
"… It's not like you're an extinct mage or a witch … You know everything and can use all kinds of methods to figure out everything …"
The administrator said without turning his head, "You should be glad that they're all extinct!"
His tone was filled with annoyance.
The young priestess, who was the target of his anger, glanced at the six-fingered black claw and rolled her eyes.
"If those mages did not go extinct …" The administrator's back disappeared behind the stone pillar, but his displeased voice continued to travel.
"How could a rookie like you have the right to sit here and guard the seal?"
'If the mages did not go extinct … Of course I wouldn't have the right to be here …
'But …'
The young priestess raised her eyebrows and glanced at the circle on the ground. She shook her head and spread her hands in resignation.
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