Chapter 69: Asking the Guilty Emperor (I)
The black walls and curtains, the pure white dome, and the golden red firelight illuminated the hall, and three hundred seats surrounded it, and the coat of arms of the Iron Crown stood out on it.
Council Hall - The State Council of the Sakrand Empire, collectively known as the "House of Nobles".
Now, there has been a slight change in the layout of the entire council hall - an open space has been vacated in the center, and two long tables have been prepared on each side of the open space.
The surrounding seats were also slightly adjusted, collectively facing the top of the staircase in front of them, which belonged to the marble seats under the banner of the Iron Crown of the Supreme Emperor of Sakland.
At this moment, there was not a single figure in the entire council hall, only the royal guards patrolling back and forth outside the door.
"Loren, I didn't expect to meet you here. β
"No, no, no... I should say this more appropriately, I didn't expect to meet you here. With a formulaic smile on the corner of his mouth, the black-haired wizard looked sideways slightly:
"The priest... Weber. β
The little priest who was stunned in place sighed, looked at Loren with a complicated expression, but his eyes were incomparably firm: "This time, as the representative of the Holy Cross Church, I will defend the Charn family and all those who are on their side. β
"At the behest of the Charn family, and... The order of the Church, we demand that the murderer Lusak Kovo be put to death!"
"I'm sorry, Loren; I may have to fight you this time. The little priest bowed his head.
Inadvertently, the two of them were already standing in the center of the council hall.
"You are a priest of the Holy Cross Church, and I am a wizard of the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower... Of course, we can't betray each other's origins. The black-haired wizard's expression was natural, and he shook his head indifferently: "But that doesn't prevent us from being friends." β
The little priest's face did not change for the better because of Loren's words, and he always deliberately avoided making eye contact with Loren.
"I heard that Ain and you went to the Royal Wizarding Academy, didn't you come with you?"
"Your Excellency Ain Rand......" Hearing this, the little priest here suddenly sighed and shook his head: "Although Thran Kovo does have the key to Master Lusack, but... Master Lussac's experiments are so numerous that it is impossible to even classify them in just one day, let alone find the key evidence. β
"But Lord Ain didn't give up... Before I came, I saw Ain alone in the mountains of parchment scrolls, hoping for... You can really find some evidence and clues that will help Lussac Corvo. β
"I'm sorry, this was all my idea, Mr. Ain got involved purely because he wanted to help, and it turned out that the person who is really busy with this matter is ......"
"No, you're doing the right thing... Even I didn't think to go to the lab to find clues. The black-haired wizard raised his hand to stop the little priest who wanted to continue to blame himself, and said softly, "This is the right thing to do, but the hope is too slim." β
With a heavy but uniform sound, the three doors of the council hall were opened at the same time.
Noble councillors dressed differently and with their family coats of arms on their chests entered the council chamber; The nobles who walked into the hall entered through the three gates in an orderly manner according to their respective family backgrounds, status, power and wealth, and found the seats that belonged to their families for twelve generations and sat down.
The space between the seats can only accommodate one person, but the entire council hall does not feel the slightest clutter, and everyone's steps are so calm that it makes people believe that they have been practicing this for half their lives, as if they would disgrace their family if they meet someone else or make a noise.
The black-haired wizard and the little priest standing in the center of the hall attracted a lot of attention, and all kinds of eyes were turned to them, but none of them spoke, sitting quietly in their seats and waiting
"It looks like the trial is about to begin. A formulaic smile appeared on the black-haired wizard's face: "We should all prepare, after all, the next ......"
"Loren!"
In the slightly surprised gaze of the black-haired wizard, the little priest actually grabbed his right arm first, and his expression was very resolute: "There are some things that should not be said from my standpoint......
"I don't want to see Master Lussack executed, and I don't dare look into those eyes of Thran's father after I've tried him... Thisβthis is definitely not something that believers in the Holy Cross can do!"
"There are some things that you and I can't change......" Loren was reluctantly relieved, and quietly tried to withdraw his right arm, but was clutched to death by the little priest.
"But! Lussac Covo must pay for what he has done... I'll find a way, I have a way to save his life!" Webb's eyes widened, "Please... Loren, can you cooperate with me once?!"
"Loren, I will try my best to make this trial as decent as possible, so that neither side will be embarrassed and unable to get off the stage, as long as you are willing to ......"
"I'm sorry!"
The smiling Loren's eyes were already a little colder, and he forcibly withdrew his right hand: "But... No way. β
"You're... So much do you care about winning or losing?" the little priest still refused to give up.
"It's not that I care about winning or losing. Loren raised his eyebrows and turned his back: "It's me who can only win......"
"Can't lose!"
The little priest who received the reply had a dark expression and turned away with an ugly face.
"Former Minister of War, ββ! Severin de Salion"
With the loud voice of the royal official outside the door, a middle-aged man dressed in a military uniform and carved with a knife and axe strode into the council hall.
The nobles who were close to the seat kept getting up to salute the lord, but they all ignored him, and the military minister with a grim expression strode forward, walked to the nearest position on the right hand side of the marble throne at the top of the council room, and sat down without hesitation.
"Former Keeper of the Seals, ββ! Metternich Leopold"
The loud sound of registration continued, and the old man, dressed simply, but like a spring breeze, walked into the council hall, his face was flat, his steps were gentle, and he smiled and gestured to the nobles on the side.
"The Lord Chancellor, ββ! Victor Hughes"
Victor, who had a cold expression, was dressed in a black wide-sleeved robe, with a serious expression without squinting, and holding a black book in his arms that looked extremely heavy, and the gilded characters on it made the surrounding nobles look sideways.
Code of the Sakran Empire.
The moment he passed in front of him, the black-haired wizard could clearly feel Victor's gaze on him, and the flat face of Loren placed his fingers crossed on the table, slightly hooking the corners of his mouth.
The justice, whose face was slightly gloomy, narrowed his eyes and calmly walked to his seat.
"Ecclesiastical Inquisitor, Tellus Louverββ! Advisor to the Wizards, Albert Tarot, ββ!"
Hearing the call of the royal courtesy, almost everyone in the entire council hall looked sideways!
The two cabinet ministers arrived at the same time... The black-haired wizard who raised his head saw the little priest with a complicated expression on the opposite side sighing softly, and his face was already extremely pale.
His expression was as if he had predicted that this would be the case.
With heavy steps, Albert Tarot did not go straight to his position, but stopped in front of the black-haired wizard, while another church inquisitor did the same, blocking the little priest Webb.
"I hesitated for a long time, Your Excellency Loren Turin. The old man's expression was very hesitant and entangled, and he never returned to the original false kindness:
"Just now, I greatly offended the church judge. β
"We had already made a compromise plan and how to save Lusac Kovo's life, and now... We're all in this together. β
"You won't regret it. Loren, who raised his eyebrows, bowed slightly, and his voice was resolute: "It's like what Master Corona always puts in the corner of his mouth." β
"The Holy Cross is the past, the wizard is the future, so of course... The past must make way for the future!"
The corners of Albert's mouth twitched slightly, and he glanced meaningfully at the black-haired wizard, walking up the steps alone, only his steps no longer hesitated.
At this moment, the loud voice of the royal salute came from outside the door again:
"The inheritor of the ancient Sakran Kingdom, the bloodline of the Dragon King family;
Defender of the Holy Cross, Patron of Wisdom and Truth;
Leader of the Ebodens, Grand Commander of the Arles, Sovereign of the Elemites and Lothair, Co-Lord of the Byonians and Boi, King of the Sacraans;
The head of the Knights of Edgeworth, the commander of the Empire's legions;
The Supreme Emperor of the Twelfth Generation of the Sakran Empire, the Dragon Rider;
Your Majesty is here ββ!!!!"
The nobles in the entire hall stood up and looked sideways in unison, and through the overlapping crowd, a resolute figure had appeared outside the gate.
As if in their hearts, the black-haired wizard and the little priest Webber looked up at the same time, looking at each other.
It's time to get started!