The solemn and solemn basilica, this is the inviolable sanctuary that belongs to the Emperor of San Lorenzo. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are 27 pillars carved with golden griffin totems in three rows, the dome and walls are engraved with pictures of the glorious exploits of the previous kings, and the floor is carved from silver-plated stone bricks, each of which reflects a bright light.

The deepest part of the main hall is a nine-story golden staircase paved with gold bricks, but at the top of the staircase is a throne of thorns made of black iron, contrary to the gorgeous and solemn style of the main hall.

The throne was cold and solemn, and ninety-nine thorny irons of different lengths extended from the back like sharp swords, and it is conceivable that the comfort of this throne must not be high.

But this is where St. Keller the Great intended.

The golden hall heralds the glory and splendor of the king, while the throne made of black iron shows the hardships and responsibilities of the king.

Keller the Great may have wanted to warn posterity in this way, but no amount of good intentions could make posterity truly awake. Lacking foreign enemies, the Clegghorn royal family has been so drunk and dispossessed of power for nearly a hundred years that when the former king, who was dedicated to reviving his prestige, died, there were very few loyal ministers and righteous people gathered in this hall.

Whether it is the Imperial Capital Party led by Mesfield, or the Frontier Party led by the Seven Kings, or the Neutral Party that waits and sees, it is more about its own interests.

It was clear to everyone that the Seven Kings had joined forces not to continue the glory of the Clegg Horns, but rather to defeat the most intimidating enemy at the moment in order to profit from it.

From this point of view, the ambitious Prince Regent clearly did not do enough.

The crystal coffin was placed in the center of the main hall, and the members of the Clegg Horn family, led by the false prince Elbert, went around the crystal coffin in order to say their final goodbyes to the king. The rest of the nobles were lined up according to their rank and strength, and they circled the field under the leadership of the royal family.

Lawrence took Rebecca's hand, and with a sad look on his face, he looked at the former king who was sleeping peacefully in the crystal coffin with a sword in both hands, and talked to the former king in his own thoughts.

"Your Majesty, a strong fortress always crumbles from the inside first. If you had understood this earlier, maybe things wouldn't have gotten to where they are now......"

Soon, Lawrence's detour was coming to an end. He took one last deep look at the serene King and bowed deeply to him.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. From today onwards, I will follow the voice of my heart to take on a new challenge...... So, this is probably the last time you will be called Your Majesty. ”

He bowed with an indescribably complex mentality, and when he stood up, his black eyes were as intimidating as a lion. Lawrence stood in his place with Rebecca in his place, waiting for the coming storm.

The final hanging is finally complete.

The fake prince stood behind the crystal coffin and nodded to the many nobles standing solemnly.

"Thank you very much for your final farewell to my father. The false prince bowed to the crowd in great sorrow, and then everyone returned the salute to the future emperor.

"As the crown prince of the Empire, I am well aware of my responsibilities. The false prince continued, "For the sake of the future of the empire, I can't sleep at night these days, I don't think about tea and dinner, I have been thinking about a question......

"That's me! Can Elbert really wear this glorious and glorious crown?"

As soon as these words came out, the audience couldn't help but let out a suppressed exclamation.

The Seven Kings stared at Maesfield on the side, who spread his hands and showed a helpless, but very proud, hateful expression to the others.

Seeing Lawrence's angry gaze, Maesfield winked at him and whispered, "Thank you for your help, Uncrowned King of the North!"

Lawrence instantly felt the suspicious and malicious gaze of the other kings, he gritted his teeth, lowered his gaze deeply, but clenched his fists fiercely.

The false prince's speech continued, and he continued, "I have pondered so much that I have even turned to my uncle, Prince Maysfield, more than once. ”

He nodded at Mesfield, who did not hesitate to give the fake a kind smile.

"I am grateful for the help he gave me, and it was because of Prince Regent's enlightenment that I made up my mind!"

When he said this, Walter, the third prince, turned red, and he almost couldn't help jumping up from the spot. Mesfield, on the other hand, smiled triumphantly as he stared at his political opponents with anger, disappointment, or despair.

"This determination is ......," said the false crown prince Elbert, who opened his hand, "as the crown prince on whom his father had high hopes, it is my duty to inherit this crown of glory, glory, heaviness, and thorns!

Everyone, including Maesfield, had an unconcealable surprise on their faces, and they looked at Elbert in front of them with a flush of excitement on their faces, loudly proclaiming their supreme presence with the majesty of the emperor!

"From now on, I will be the rightful ruler of the northern part of the Valcam Continent, the protector of the citizens of the San Lorenzo Empire, the common leader of the Seven Duchies, and the rightful heir of the Griffin Dynasty!"

The false prince's eyes glowed red with excitement, and he proclaimed his legitimacy in an impassioned tone, and then questioned him with the majesty of a king.

"Wait, there is no objection!"

The hall was silent!

The seven kings looked at each other, all with incredible expressions.

Lawrence and Herbert, in particular, know that the real Elbert is under their own protection, but why should the fake in front of them assert their sovereignty? What exactly does Masefield want to do?

Surprised, they all looked at the silent Maesfield.

The latter clenched his fists and lowered his head, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble slightly. The nobles could not see Masefield's expression, and wondered if he was excited by joy or endured by anger.

The fake prince looked around, a smug expression appeared on his handsome face, and he opened his mouth and continued, "Since you have no objections, then ......"

"Wait!"

Walter, the third prince, roared angrily and rushed forward, he grabbed the collar of the fake prince, his anger made his face red, he had completely lost his mind!

"It's not the same as promised!You damn pig! Servant, you should have given me the throne!" he shook the collar of the false prince, and couldn't help but clench his fist and punch him hard in the cheek.

"You ungrateful slave! Do you know what you're talking about! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

He kicked the fake prince who was knocked to the ground fiercely, and the strange thing was that no one in the entire hall stopped him. Until a loyal nobleman who was kept in the dark and could no longer look down gritted his teeth and took the risk of losing his head and hugged the crazy Walter.

"His Royal Highness the Third Prince. The young nobleman, who couldn't figure out the situation, exhorted loudly, "Please calm down, it is a serious crime to beat Your Majesty!"