In the hall,
Rows and rows of chairs,
None of them were empty.
They wore black top hats, well-groomed short hair, and a scarf around their necks,
Gentlemen with large and small pocket watches tied to golden chains on their chests,
They leaned on their canes and took off their hats,
They greeted each other and sat down.
Their feathered hats and thick curly wigs under their hats were half-exposed,
The "center" of this land for thousands of years,
They wore countless culottes with ribbons, folds, and bows, and high heels,
They held their heads high,
They sat down gracefully.
The two groups of people greeted each other, which was rare, and filled the venue.
The priests in black and white robes in the distance still silently took their seats one after another.
Their eyes were all looking at the highest point of the stairs,
The young man sitting upright on the throne.
He wore an exquisite crown,
His face was handsome and tall,
He was tall,
As he looked around,
He was like a lion,
As if he was patrolling his own territory, shining brightly.
Some of the elders,
They could not help but compare him and his father in their hearts,
The old emperor, Aldrich I, to compare.
Compared to his gray hair,
The old and muddle-headed Aldrich I, it was obvious that this emperor was younger and more … difficult to deal with.
When the bell rang, the young emperor saw the different expressions of the people present. The corners of his mouth curled up. "I am deeply honored to discuss state affairs with all of you at the second meeting."
"Then, now, the meeting begins."
The second third-level meeting was held in the famous Pearl Council Hall.
This council hall was in the center of the city. The pillars were rusty, and the simple style of a few centuries ago remained. There was not the slightest bit of ostentatious decoration.
Similarly, its architectural style was also a few centuries ago. Other than the small windows on the four sides of the wall near the ceiling, there were only two exits, the front door and the back door. It meant "don't turn back".
At the door, a team of royal soldiers wearing tall velvet hats were puffing out their chests and concentrating on guarding the back door that faced the street.
Bang.
Bang bang.
Gunshots suddenly sounded.
The royal soldiers on duty saw two or three of their colleagues running over in a sorry state from afar. As they ran, they shouted, "Enemy attack! Alert! "
They suddenly became nervous. The captain of the royal soldiers was about to go forward and ask for details when he suddenly saw those people running closer and closer. "Bang." Gunshots sounded again.
They were close at hand.
The captain's eyes froze.
Further away, from the residential houses on the street, countless "people" in different clothes and holding guns and other weapons spread out.
As the captain fell to the ground after being shot, blood splattered all over the ground, a sharp "Enemy attack!" The whistling sound.
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Chen Qingshu was pushed.
"I cannot agree to your request."
Allan I's expression, "he said.......... of Luster of Luster................. For our Luster. and..........
An impulsive third-rank gentleman representative stood up. "But, Your Majesty! .............................
A noble councilor who was a marquis said, "Your Majesty, if we want to keep the country safe, piecemeal methods are useless. We have to transform the whole foundation to prevent it from being destroyed. It is impossible to raise taxes. Borrowing too much will only lead to destruction. It is not enough to focus on economic reform. The only feasible way, the only way to really get the country's finances on track, is to get rid of all the harmful things in the country's organization. Only then can the country be revitalized. "
"Then, what are the harmful things?" Allan I laughed. He was handsome and tall. He was almost bold and powerful. But this laugh seemed to have an air of innocence. "Me?"
At this moment, a sharp whistling sound came from outside.
"Enemy attack! Protect His Majesty! "
Shouts of killing passed through the walls and spread through the echo wall in the spacious hall.
More than half of the members in the hall stood up in unison and clenched their fists.
The marquis said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, please carefully consider our request!"
Allan I also stood up. He was tall and stood at the top of the steps. He looked down and smiled. "What request? The request to abolish the recent tax, censorship, and other provisions? "
He took a step down the steps, and his shadow covered the short marquis even more. "Or do you want me to give up Luster and be a puppet from now on, like the royal family of the neighboring country?"
The marquis unconsciously took a step back. He was unsteady, but a gentleman quickly stepped forward and gently reached out to support his back. Only then did he avoid the fate of falling.
This gentleman who liked to help others, since the beginning of this meeting, had been sitting a few rows behind the third-level representatives with his head down. He was blocked from view.
At this moment, as soon as he stepped forward, his strong and vigorous skills made people look sideways.
He was middle-aged, and his hair was already half white. He was even lame in one leg, but his body was still strong. He was silent and steady like a rock.
The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth showed that he had been working hard all year round, so much so that he had consumed too much energy. But his eyes were still clear and sharp, like a young man with the best mind.
Nameless, Bard.
He had aged a lot.
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When Allan I recognized him, he thought so.
Back then, the knight who rode in on horseback wasn't crippled, and he wasn't as old as he was now. In the midst of the chaos, he held a head with messy white hair dripping with blood and shouted, "Aldrich the First has been executed!"
And Allen, who was not so tall and had not been honored as the First, was surrounded by attendants as they fled. He only had time to look back one last time. He watched in horror as the crown fell to the ground and was trampled by the horse's hooves. The majestic Father Emperor turned into a head that was glaring angrily, and it was hung high above the rebel army's flag.
The bloody memories only flashed for a moment.
The weak, pale, solitary, and soft-hearted young man Allen had long been drowned in the years of fleeing from the rainy night.
The one who returned to Luster was Allan I.
Staring at the "old friend" that he had not seen for many years, the Emperor smiled slowly, "Mr. Bard – or should I say, teacher, we have not seen each other for many years. I have been looking for you for so many years, and we meet again in this Pearl Council Hall. "
"Yes, it has been many years." The gentleman – Bard nodded.
"Are you back to continue to eliminate me, the 'harmful thing'?"
But after Bard said that, he did not speak anymore, and did not answer. He just stood still and supported the Marquis.
The Marquis stood still and tried to persuade him calmly, "Your Majesty, you do not have to care about the past. After all, in the past, the old Emperor was indeed not very kind. He was obsessed with the Kingdom of God and abandoned his human territory. Didn't you also try to persuade him to no avail? You and Aldrich the First are always different. "
Allan I seemed to be moved by the Marquis' words and relaxed a little. He sat back on his throne and knocked on the chair, "… Different? How rare that the second and third levels are attacking together. How can I, the leader of the second level, be different? "
At this time, Bard said, "Your Majesty, you have been a smart person since you were young."
"That's right." Allen nodded, "I have been a smart person since I was young. I was one of your favorite and proudest students. At that time, I was reading your bitter thesis on Luster's disintegration and listening to the books that your friends sent from the East, and I was dazzled. "
Bard was silent for a moment and opened his mouth to speak. But this pair of teacher and student in the past, a casual conversation was probably inappropriate in this tense atmosphere, so the Marquis hurriedly interrupted their staring, "Your Majesty! Please believe us, we mean no harm. As long as you are willing … "
"But," Allan I said, "I am not willing."
His voice spread out through the curved loudspeaker wall, and everyone present heard it clearly.
The clamor and battle cries outside had already calmed down.
Allan I stood up again and looked at them with a half-smile, "What about you teachers? 'All under the sky belongs to the King.' Are you willing? "
At the door, a young man covered in blood, looking sick but proud, threw a broken flag on the ground and complained casually, "Sorry, brother-in-law, I'm late."
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