One day before His Royal Highness Strayer's ceremony to verify the inheritance code, the tense atmosphere that permeated the undercurrent of the royal capital suddenly disappeared, and there was only one reason, the Count of Grey Mountain had finally arrived in the royal capital. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was no sickness, no declaration of detachment from Lothar, no war.

At least not yet.

Enough blood has been spilled on the borders of order, and no one wants to see this ancient kingdom plunged into internal warfare, let alone pick up a sword and slash at their own people. As long as there is no war, these nobles and lords love to talk about how they want, even if they pay a little more taxes, but it is just a matter of working a little more every day, and it also saves those young people with bulging money bags all day long and know how to wander around in the tavern.

So after learning the news of the arrival of the Earl of Gray Mountain, the cheering residents of the royal capital almost greeted each other.

The old Earl of Grey Mountain still looked in good spirits, wearing a pair of knight's silver armor with the crest of the Grey Mountain clan, riding a tall red horse, his purple cloak swaying in the wind, he straddled the horse steadily, as capable and strong as a battle-hardened warrior.

He brought a lot of people with him, there were dozens of heavily armored knights and retinues in the team, and a few robed priests were around, these professions were not of low rank, and they were already a team that could not be underestimated in Lothar. It seems that although he came in response to the edict, he did not trust the garrison of the royal capital very much, and he did not intend to put his safety in the hands of others.

The party parted halfway, and most of them went to the Count's residence, while a few followed him to the palace.

Half a day later, news came out of the council chamber: His Majesty the Prince Regent proposed to amend the Inheritance Code to remove the age limit for the coronation of the heir to the throne, so that His Royal Highness Strayer could be crowned King of Lothar earlier. This proposal was approved by the vast majority of the nobles, and was to be revised after tomorrow's ceremony.

The news that His Highness Strayer could be crowned early made the residents really happy.

Everyone has a good opinion of this highness, not only is he extremely talented in magic, he was admitted to the best magic academy in Todel, but he is also gentle and humble in his daily life, and he can't see a trace of arrogance at a young age, so there is nothing to find fault with.

A few people are also worried that the premature coronation will not affect His Highness's magical learning, but more people believe that His Majesty the Regent can arrange it properly, and it is said that the magicians are very strong, and they can read ordinary books at a glance, and it must not take much effort to deal with some simple political affairs.

Maureen was stunned for a moment when he heard the news in the inn, so that after Strayer's coronation, wouldn't he have to call him His Majesty, and it felt really unaccustomed......

The boy looked at the old man next to him, the baron was playing with interest with a rock turtle raised in the inn, this large brown rock turtle was lying leisurely lying on the side of the pool in the middle of the cloister basking in the sun, was poked by the baron with a wooden stick, and wanted to stretch out his head to bite the wooden stick but was easily dodged by the baron, and shook his head in anger.

The attendants on the side saw the prestige of the griffon's shield, and they dared not speak out in anger.

"Daddy, His Highness Strayer may be crowned early!" the boy shouted.

"Well, if tomorrow's ceremony goes well, that's right. The baron said, still playing with the turtle.

"Daddy, why didn't you go to today's meeting of nobles? Didn't you come on behalf of our Callander family?" asked Morin.

"His Majesty Esil did not invite me, and I had no intention of going," replied the baron, "and with my prestige (being watched by the Temple), how could the meeting have gone on if I had gone?" ”

"Besides, talking to the old fox in that room, it must be that the throat is torn and there is no result, where is it interesting to play this stupid and stupid turtle here, don't you say, this thing grows really fast, this guy was not as big as my palm when I came to this hotel last time, and now it can be used as a chair!"

As he spoke, he sat on the back shell of the rock turtle.

It is also thanks to the fact that this rock turtle is also a magical beast, and a circle of magic lines immediately lit up on the turtle shell, which can support the weight of the baron.

Warcraft are beasts that can use magic power, and most of them can be domesticated when they live in the territory of order, but they can't touch the sea of magic, and they only rely on their bodies to gather and use the magic power scattered around them, so there are few Warcraft that are too high-level, such as the rock turtle is a first-order Warcraft, with a docile temperament and a long lifespan, which is considered to be a symbol of Fury.

Seeing that his father was having a lot of fun, Morin wanted to ask Black Fire to come out and play with the rock turtle, but after the incident of Professor Faith last time, although Xiao Hei had recovered his spirit, he retracted a lot of courage, and most of the time he fell asleep in the ring marks, and only occasionally ran out to suck some magic power from the magic crystal card when he was hungry.

"Shall we go to the ceremony tomorrow?" asked the boy, looking at his father with a nonchalant look.

"Go, of course," said the baron, "I didn't want you to go, but if the ceremony doesn't go smoothly and something goes wrong, maybe something will happen." But if you want to see it, come with me, but remember to be by my side. ”

"What could have gone wrong?" muttered Merlin, as if Father Pike didn't trust His Highness Strayer, having questioned his identity with His Majesty the Regent in the Valley of the Fallen Leaves.

Listening to the young man's question, the baron frowned and said no more.

……

In the afternoon of the next day, the ceremony was held as scheduled.

The square in front of the palace was erected overnight, and on one side of the high platform was also erected the seats of the nobles to watch the ceremony, and a tall pergola was erected above the seats, and the square on the other side was the area for the common people to watch the ceremony, and there were many paving and ceremonial arrangements around the square, and various flower beds and decorations decorated the whole venue with colorful decorations.

The choir and ensemble were also on the nearby stage and began to play some cheerful festive music.

There were even patches of clouds in the sky that would not be blown away by the wind, which were specially summoned by the magician, not too thick, but enough to block the scorching sun and shade the earth.

The armoured garrison had already arrived in the square early to maintain order, pulling out a cordon and dividing areas, and by the way, dividing the viewing areas of different races.

After all, it's not all humans who come here, and you can't let the dwarf, green-skinned goblins, stand with humans, so the goblins will definitely not see anything (they can probably see the different shapes of the back), and they can't let the short and weak Eiffel and the tall and stout Kadir stand together, in case one of the strong men in Kadir is not careful, it may be a tragedy.

Fortunately, there are not many of these sparse races, and a few small areas can fully accommodate them.

As the orchestra's music changed from cheerful festive to low, rich Lothar classical music, the nobles began to arrive, dressed in ornate robes or armour, accompanied by the children of the family and one or two servants, who pretended to be courteous to each other.

Even Morin changed into a formal robe with the Blue Storm Bear badge of the Calland family.

The boy sat in the corner of the viewing platform with the baron, who wore a symbolic dark black armor, the builder of this armor obviously did not think of anything like sturdiness, and the exquisite workmanship was all reflected in the flashy carvings, but not to mention, Baron Pike did look majestic when he put on this armor.

Butler Ed was not with him, and the Baron asked him to take care of his luggage at the inn and promised to bring back a picture of today's magical image to him.

When everything was ready, the Regent Esier and His Highness Strayer were the last to arrive.

The music stops.

Everyone stood up and saluted.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Both of the young uncles and nephews wore black gowns with golden griffons tattooed with wings, symbols of the Victor family of the royal family of Lothar. Esir held the regent's black iron scepter and wore a black iron crown on his head, which was not ornate and jewel-decorated, but accentuated its majesty.

He raised the black iron scepter, greeted the people in all directions of the square, and then said in a deep voice: "That nightmare of Lothar thirteen years ago, my brother, Errol Victor, was killed......

Most of the inhabitants had witnessed that night, or the burned royal capital, and fell silent as His Majesty the Regent spoke, but Esier mentioned that the night was not intended to arouse sorrow in the hearts of the people, and his tone gradually became high-spirited and encouraging:

“…… I'm sure no one will ever forget that night, our lost loved ones. But we will go on, Lothar will go on, just as our kingdom has held on for more than two thousand years, as the fire of order has burned for countless years, and we have endured countless disasters, but we have never fallen, we will not fall. ”

"The flame of order burns forever, and the griffin banner flies forever. Essil paused for a moment.

The people in the square shouted one after another: "The griffin flag will always fly." ”

"Please pass on the Code. Esier said.

In the eyes of everyone, General Hunt in armor personally escorted him, and six soldiers of the Royal Guard carried a four-sided square monument from the long street to the square, and then walked up to the high platform in a neat manner.

The monument is the Legacy of Lothar, made of special materials that shine like a magic book. The upper part of the monument depicts each of the laws of Lothar in four different languages, from the royal family to the daily trade of the common people, and the lower part is carved with four majestic griffins, each with its wings facing one side and carrying a heavy code.

The six guards carefully placed the Codex monument on the platform and lined it up.

The Legacy Code not only records the legal entries, but also symbolizes the foundation of a country, so to speak, even if the royal blood is severed, as long as the new king can be recognized by the Inheritance Code, it is the legal successor of a country. The monument of Lothar was kept in the royal palace and was only used for the revision of the law or the verification of the bloodline, and was protected by the royal guard, as it is today.

General Hunt also stood on the high platform with the guards, and he was not only the supreme commander of the Lothar army, but also second to none in personal combat, and his personal protection of the monument showed the importance he attached to the Codex.

Seeing that the Legacy Codex was in place, Esier nodded to Strayer.

In the midst of all the attention, Strayer slowly walked onto the high platform.

He had put away the trademark gentle smile on his face and looked very solemn, the hem of his robe fluttering slowly with his steps, and the low and majestic chorus of music and vocals sounded again, accompanying his steps.

This ritual is not complicated, the heir to the throne drops a drop of blood on the obetall, and through the bloodline magic carried in the inheritance codex, the result will be automatically manifested, without any other steps, even a four or five-year-old child can complete the ritual independently.

But for some reason, after Strayer stepped up to the high platform, he stopped in front of the code and did not make any move.

He stood for a few moments, facing the crowd in the square, without the slightest movement, except for a slightly heaving chest that distinguished him from the silent griffon sculpture.

At first, people thought that he was greeting the people and still cheering, but gradually, after a long time, he didn't see his next move, and some whispers began to sound in the crowd, what was His Highness Strayer hesitating?

Could it be that he had doubts about the ritual?

Or rather...... He has doubts about the identity of his heir to the throne?

This statement is too ridiculous, how could His Highness Strayer have doubts about his identity, it must be because of something else.

But this kind of performance still reminds some people of those gossip: that His Royal Highness Strayer, who is highly respected, is actually not the eldest son of the king who was lost at the beginning, but was deliberately replaced by someone of unknown origin, and deceived the bloodline verification through black magic, all of which are the conspiracy of the cultists.

It's like the nightmare of Lothar thirteen years ago.

The choir had sung the song for the second time, and Strayer still didn't move.

The atmosphere was a little stiff, and even the regent Esir frowned.

At the aristocratic viewing table, everyone's expressions were very solemn, and when the bloodline was verified for the first time, most of the nobles were not present, which made this ceremony more significant, but the scene in front of them exceeded their expectations.

Maureen looked at Daddy Pike, who was frowning on the side, and couldn't help but feel a little impatient: Is the identity of His Royal Highness Strayer really suspicious, as Daddy suspects? But if this ceremony really fails, what will happen, how will His Highness's identity be forged? More importantly, what will become of the country of Lothar?

The moon god is on top, he's just in a daze, right?!

This is the voice of many people, including the boy, he is just in a daze, right? He'd better just be in a daze, otherwise things will be too big......

Only the royal guards and General Hunt, who were also standing on the high platform, remained expressionless.

When the orchestra's piece was repeated a third time, Esier finally stood up.

He tapped the ground lightly with his black iron scepter, and a crisp sound rang out in all directions.

The whispering crowd fell silent, and on the high platform, Strayer seemed to finally react, glancing at Elsier.

Immediately, his face changed, showing a very rude awakening appearance, and he shook his head slightly and apologized to the crowd.

It's as if he was really in a daze before.

Seeing His Highness's performance, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, probably because the task of studying in the Academy of Magic was too heavy and tiring, and they could be distracted in this situation, thinking that the requirements of the legendary Iluvita Academy were also extremely high, and it would definitely not be easy in normal times.

Once again, eyes converged on His Highness Strayer.

On the high platform, he finally stretched out his hand and forced a drop of blood from his fingertips.

Blood dripped on the Codex Obelisk.