The next day, in the early morning of the Great Prussian Empire, the sun and the sea breeze still arrived without a minute. They came to work as usual, but they came to the festival as if they were not the same as usual.

Yes, celebrations, grand war celebrations.

Perhaps every Abbasquia citizen did not think that the tithing tax they had just paid a few times ago would have something to do with this war, and the reason why they could lead them to pay that tax willingly was not only the memory of the emperor, but also the sympathy for those few elements.

Anyone who lived in the territory of the Great Prus Empire, or who was engaged in business but did not believe in Sardinia, was to pay one-fifth of the faith tax, and the money was also to be paid to the bishop.

This redundant information disrupted all sights, so much so that most people, with the exception of a very small number of elements, were only immersed in a peace with no end in sight, and only when the bitter wind of war blew on their faces, did they suddenly come to their senses.

The young majesty rode on a delicate horse, his body draped in a cloak and armor somewhat out of proportion to his age, while all the court guards and members of the Order stood behind him in two columns, not out of place, but not blending with each other.

The Emperor's guards will escort him all the way from Palace Hill back to Abbasquia until he reaches the famous statue of the Red Lion Emperor. The emperor would bow his head, and the priests who had prepared there would give an elaborate crown to the emperor, and then, in front of the emperor and the people, the emperor would bring the crown for himself as his enthronement ceremony.

Well, although this ceremony may seem complicated, it is actually carried out for the purpose of saving, and the real cost of paying from the palace treasury is really only a few bounties for the drummer and conductor of the band, and if he had to make a comparison, his additional expenses would not even be half of the funeral.

The Empire's military band still plays that familiar tune, but those excellent players of the Empire have the ability to play and sing the same piece with completely different emotions, such as on today's Emperor's Avenue, where it is played with a warm and unrestrained sound.

The Emperor led his army along the road, he listened to the music, waved slightly, and Sword immediately followed him.

"Your Majesty, do you need anything?" Sword was more attentive than usual, but it didn't make others point out anything wrong, after all, this was His Majesty Perris's first official accession to the throne, even if it was an emperor, this was his big day, unless there was that kind of blood feud that could not be erased, it was better to be polite to him.

"My knight chief, I feel that there seems to be something wrong with our music, in fact, I have been noticing it for a long time. ”

"What do you think? I'll do it right away. ”

"Oh, it's not a big deal, but don't you realize? Our great virtuoso seems to have misused some nouns when composing. I especially like the phrase 'Brave Empire, Great Majesty.' But think about it, if you could change it to 'Brave Emperor, Great Empire.' Wouldn't that seem more appropriate? After all, we all know that bravery is generally just used to describe people or some kind of animal. ”

The words "I understand" were immediately written on Sword's face, and he was on horseback, so it was not convenient for him to dismount and salute, but he still found a way to show his respect. That is to pull off his helmet, and then nod to His Majesty the Emperor, and wait until he is far away, and then slowly put it on.

Although the conductor of the orchestra was not very interested in this proposal, he still did it sincerely, after all, it was only two words, and it did not seem to be very difficult.

Along the way, apart from the turmoil, there seems to have been no more substandard incidents. Or, compared to the huge mistakes that followed, these were nothing.

The orderly procession passed through the city, and the citizens looked at His Majesty's procession with admiration and novelty, and they clung to the sides of the street, some families with decent incomes stood on their terraces, while those with less than good incomes pointed to the sides of the road, and followed Perris's procession, looking at this rare activity.

Even the people in the tavern all left their perennial drinking positions, ran to the outside of the tavern, looked at the majestic military formation of His Majesty the Emperor, and made up some stories with their drunken brains, and these things could be used for future conversations.

The bartender of the hotel stood behind the group of drunks, in front of the entrance of the hotel, staring at the drunks while paying attention to the store, he took a glass of wine and drank it slowly.

There was only one guest left in the hotel, with gray hair and a slightly fat figure, who was still just pouring glass after glass of water into his stomach that only had a little bit of wine left. This is also the store's way of saving people's lives, if he is full of wine in his cup now, he doesn't know how many times he will die in someone's store.

At the end of the street is the statue, and if the emperor is still in the mood, walk a few kilometers down the road to the pier of Abbasquia, the source of strength that supports the city.

The monks of the city consciously stood in a row, and this time they did not dare to do anything unruly, but wore only black and white robes, and the colors were distinguished not by their identity, but only by age. Young people wear white, older people wear black, and everything looks orderly.

The tired procession of musicians duly began to rest, and was replaced by the Zen music sung aloud by some monks, which was not very good, but gave people an ethereal, sacred feeling, as if they could feel the teachings of Sardinia just by hearing them.

In the midst of all the attention, a monk ran all the way to the emperor on a white horse, and Peris climbed off the horse.

He walked to the statue with a steady and vigorous step, knelt on one knee, and then prostrated himself on the ground, kissing the dirt under his feet.

"I, a descendant of the Abbasquia family, the rightful heir of the Immortal Felipe bloodline, the guardian of the people of the Great Prus, King of Abbasquia, Peris Abbaschia. ”

"The attention of all the people, the blessing of the monks, and the addition of the robes. I am hereby officially crowned Emperor of the Great Prussian Empire, the supreme ruler of the empire, and the ruler of the Sardinia and the earth. ”

"Take this mountain as an oath to protect all people, and take this sea as an oath to open up thousands of miles of waves......"

Perris's voice was not very large, but he spoke clearly and hardly, and although he appeared to be a child on the surface, he spoke in a tone that was a complete ruler, with that unquestionable superiority.

At the end of a long memorial service, Perris should have slowly risen from the ground, received the crown from the monks, and then walked to the steps of the statue's base to crown himself in front of all the forgiveness.

(Ecstasy)

However, there are some errors in the actual operation of this ritual.

Perhaps the designers of this set of rites did not take the emperor's age into account, or perhaps the monks who were chosen by the church to give the crown had some problems with their mental qualities. When the prayer was over, His Majesty Perris remained prostrate on the ground, but raised his head a little and stretched out his hand as if to catch something.

This was a bit inappropriate, but the monk in charge of handing the crown to the emperor had forgotten that he could lift Perris up from the ground, or whisper a reminder to him, that it was not a hurtful thing.

However, to everyone's surprise, the monk placed the crown directly in the emperor's hand. And this crown is a style that the church has carefully made in order to compliment the emperor, in short, gold, silver, jewelry and other materials, and it is very sufficient.

The crown was almost unhindered and fell straight from the Emperor's hands, but if the crown fell to Lin now, the impact would last for the life of His Majesty.

Even many years later, there will still be historians who record that the third emperor of the Greater Prussian Empire accidentally lost his crown at the time of his coronation.

At that moment, in order to keep the crown from falling to the ground, the monk ghostly put the crown on Peris's head.

Well, now the crowned Perris.

The citizens who were looking at it in the distance did not see this scene very clearly, and in their eyes, His Majesty the Emperor was prostrate on the Lin, and the monk holding the crown was crowning him.

The key figures of the evil "have changed their faces, if the emperor turns his face now, then things will definitely become out of control, even if the emperor does not change his face, then the meaning of the coronation ceremony is also qualitatively deviated."

The clergy were not allies of His Majesty the Emperor, let alone spiritual leaders, but only vassals of the Emperor, and their status was even inferior to those dukes and counts who had land and armies. At best, they have a little influence among the people, and what qualifications and faces do they have to coronate His Majesty the Emperor.

This was also the image that flashed back in the mind of the young Perris, and the monk who had just been crowned by mistake was so nervous that if no one helped him, he would have fallen to the ground.

Perris resisted the unhappiness in his heart, put the account on the head of the church, and then slowly stood up, and reached out to support the fallen monk, with a warm smile on his face, like his benevolent father

"Thank you, monk. ”

Then he climbed the stairs again, leaving only the monk who had made a mistake, and quietly shed a line of tears from the fright, a little grateful.

Perris turned his face, the heavy crown on his head pressing against his neck, making him somewhat uncomfortable, looking at the frenzied crowd, the little displeasure he had just now was quickly left behind him, and before his cervical spine could no longer support the weight of the crown, he decided to take the lead and begin his swearing-in speech.

Without the clichés just now, this lecture gave people a sense of military straightforwardness.

"I, being the Lord of Prus the Great, ought to do things for the people of Prus the Great. Since then, all those who harm the whole people of Great Prus, as well as the affairs of the Empire, should be punished. The northern captives are rampant, plundering our people, rebelling and not believing in the Lord God, so they reorganize the military and rebuild the empire, and it will be from this point on!"

Perris drew his sword in public, pointing the glittering cold light to the north.

The people only felt that the affairs of the Northland were still far away from them, and although they had heard many rumors, they still did not take them to heart, but a few merchants who had seen the world nodded thoughtfully.

But this does not prevent them from chanting long live for the new Majesty.

It's summer, when the vegetation is in full bloom, and Abbasquia's slightly more modest family always has a few pots of flowers and plants planted on the balcony, and the street is full of flowers, and they come in handy at this moment.

Due to the rush of the event, the officials of the empire did not inform the local citizens of what preparations or welcome the ceremony. In fact, they themselves felt that the matter was really sudden and novel, and they only wished that they had two more hands to clean up the organization, so how could they have the heart to inform those citizens one by one?

Although the flowers, wine, music and other materials for the celebration were not fully prepared, the fanatical citizens still found their way.

The petals on the terraces that were used to display the status and wealth of the family were thrown into the middle of the street as if they were not being paid, and every household cut up their surplus bed sheets, or even the dresses worn during the holidays, and put them together into words or flags, and almost everyone was sincerely happy for the new emperor.

"Well done! ”

"Fool, you should call him Your Majesty. ”

"I wish you every success in your expedition, Your Majesty. ”

"A deep lesson for those damned Yankees!"

The original plan was disrupted by the enthusiastic citizens, and His Majesty Perris rode his horse in embarrassment, and returned the salute to the fanatical people one by one, no matter how much the knights tried, they could not disperse the crowd of onlookers, and in the first place of the new emperor's accession to the throne, murder was not allowed.

By the time they were squeezed out of the streets of the city, it was past noon, and the feast for the knights and their majesty had become a pile of scraps, and at the same time it took the gallant warriors half an hour to drink some water.

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