Inside the Red Dragon Castle, a side hall not far from the Dragon Hall, the outside is heavily guarded, not only are there extreme warriors standing guard, but there is also a team of scale blood guards guarding the door.

Wren stood in the middle of the side hall, and the teleportation formation under his feet had already been built more than halfway.

The outside of the teleportation array was full of magical materials, Mithril and various alloys and gems, and a large piece of metal was constantly rubbed in his hand, deformed like a liquid, and slowly cast into a Mithril alloy plate, and at the same time as it was formed, the inside had been carved with precise arcane patterns.

Wren embedded the Mithril plate into the teleportation array and carefully adjusted it several times until it was determined to be usable.

This was at Emilys' request to set up a teleportation array in the Red Dragon Keep, but not to connect to Wizeland, and on the other side of the teleportation array was Glamorgan Castle.

Previously, the two teleportation arrays built by the wizarding group in Kangatro were on Longjing Island and Stormfury Castle, and they were connected to the floating city of Wezeland, but they were all temporary. Wezelan will not allow Congartro's teleportation array to dock for a long time, as this could be a breach that threatens the security of the Floating City.

After the wizard group withdraws, the two teleportation arrays will be cut off from space-time coordinates.

Emilys didn't have the Astral Crystal Pillar in her hand, and even if she used enough Arcane Crystals, she couldn't activate this kind of ultra-long-distance teleportation array, so she could only ask Wren to use Glamorgan's teleportation array as a transit station, and she would bear the cost of each teleportation.

Wren nodded in agreement.

He also planned to obtain the title of Duke of Augustus, with Dragonspine City as the capital of the principality, and also set up a teleportation array in Dragonspine Fort.

In this way, Congatro will have four teleportation arrays.

In addition, with the addition of Kongbao on the Seine Plateau, Viola's Winterbolt Castle, and the teleportation array in Glamorgan Castle is connected to six positions, accounting for half of the upper limit of the teleportation coordinates of the Astral Pillar.

"There are also six docking coordinates, which are not enough. ”

Wren thought in his heart that in his plan, there would definitely be more than twelve teleportation targets in the future, and he should have prepared to find another astral crystal pillar.

He cast two more Mithril plates with his bare hands, and as soon as he put them together, a scaly blood guard walked in and said respectfully:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty has asked me to inform you that the ceremony is about to begin. ”

"Good. ”

Wren nodded, today is the day of Emilys' accession to the throne, and it is also the ceremony of being crowned Duke of Augustus.

He put the ritual in order and put on a delicate suit of armor.

This set of armor is not enchanted and has no strong defense, but it is better than the appearance of majesty and domineering, wearing it on the body to appear taller and straighter, each armor part is close-fitting, the whole body is silver-white, delicate and atmospheric, and the blood-colored cloak behind it is in line with it.

Wren didn't care, but this was Emilys's request, and she specially asked Congartro's most skilled craftsmen to build it, and it was delivered two days ago.

Open any door and appear in the square in front of the Red Dragon Keep.

A large team was ready to go, and in the middle of the team was a luxurious carriage made of gold, pulled by eight snow-white dragon-scale war horses, driven by a legendary transcendent.

In front of the carriage, two hundred scaly guards riding tall horses took the lead.

The armor of each of the Scaly Blood Guards was polished, and they held the battle banner embroidered with the dragon emblem representing the Zhuogenburg family, and their faces were solemn and excited. The Knights of the Spear Wing followed behind the carriage, their armor not as uniform as that of the Scaly Guards, but the aura emanating from the bronze Pegasus beneath them surpassed everyone and was remarkable.

"Your Excellency, it's time for us to go. Valrogan said.

Wren glanced at the sky, "Sorry for the long wait. ”

Emilys was already sitting in the carriage, her eyes looking through the transparent window, her face unchanged, but there was a faint smile in her eyes. She was dressed very grandly today, wearing a dark red queen's robe and a light makeup on her face, which made her look even more beautiful, but the queen's majestic temperament made people feel sacrosanct.

She consulted Wren to ride in a carriage together on the day of his accession to the throne, but Wren refused.

He didn't want to dominate the crowd.

This is the most important day of Emilys's life, crowned with a beautiful scenery, and she should be allowed to enjoy her own stage and lighting.

Wren mounted a dragon-scale horse and followed the carriage.

A bell rang out from the tower of the Red Dragon Fort.

The Queen's guard of honour moved slowly, flags fluttered in front of them, and they descended from the castle on the top of the hill along the winding stone path, and soon ran out of the gate and into the avenue facing the castle.

This road is the main road in Kingsland, and the road surface has long been swept clean, and there is no trace of blood left by the previous battle.

On both sides of the wide street, dragon flags are hung on every house and shop.

The Queen's transcendent legion uses its body to form a human wall to maintain order and prevent anyone from taking advantage of the chaos to sneak attack, but this does not stop the enthusiasm of the residents of the royal capital in the slightest.

Hundreds of thousands of people surrounded both sides of the avenue, and people heard the sound of trumpets and saw the Queen's guards approaching from afar, scrambling forward, standing on tiptoe, and even climbing the trees on the side of the road, just to see the new Queen.

The ground shook slightly, and there was a rumbling sound.

The mighty and majestic Scale-Riding Guards rushed towards them with battle flags, and everywhere they passed, bursts of enthusiastic cheers were inspired, and from time to time someone could be heard shouting "Long live the Queen".

Some of the older people burst into tears and shouted the name of the dragon god.

Wren looked ahead, and the crowd was endless.

At the end of the street is a magnificent cathedral that is the "Temple of the Dragons" of the dragon god Bahamut, where each generation of dragonborn kings is crowned king, a tradition that has been in Congatro for thousands of years, with the exception of Marque.

For more than forty years, Marc has tried to weaken people's belief in the dragon god, banning civilians from entering the temple and almost abandoning it.

Now, Emilys is interested in converting to the goddess of magic, and is reluctant to hold an enthronement ceremony in the Dragon Temple.

However, after discussing it privately with Wren, she decided to return to the Dragonborn tradition and be crowned in the Dragon Temple out of the sake of winning the hearts and minds of the people.

The honor guard was watched and breathed by the people all the way, and walked through the streets for miles to reach the Temple of the Dragon, which was already full of transcendent guards, and dragon flags fluttered everywhere, filled with a grand and majestic atmosphere.

The temple resounded with the sound of a dragon's horn.

"Roaring ......"

Borch, Aegon, Galadros, and Sindara appeared as dragons and lined up in front of the temple to welcome Her Majesty. They deliberately restrained the dragon's might, so as not to intimidate the tens of thousands of spectators outside the temple, but even so, there were bursts of exclamations.

The carriage stopped in front of the temple gate.

Wren himself opened the door of the carriage and stretched out his arm, and Emilys took his hand and stepped out of the carriage, turning back to look at the people outside the temple, and gently waving his hand, causing a wave of enthusiasm.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Emilys entered the temple.

Wren followed her, and the four dragons in human form followed.

Inside the temple was a huge hall, and the thousands of seats in the middle were all full, and with Valogen's high-pitched "Her Majesty to the ......", everyone stood up in an uproar, staring at the entrance of the main hall, and their eyes fell on Emilys.

Most of the people who could be invited to the temple were nobles of the kingdom, including the seven great families and their vassals, as well as leading figures from all walks of life in the royal capital.

Wren's gaze swept over and he saw many acquaintances.

He followed behind Emilys, noticing that her breathing had been slightly shorter than half a beat, and at this moment, she was a little nervous, but in a few steps she regained her composure.

The group stepped on the red carpet, received people's attention, and walked through the crowd.

At the end of the temple facing the gate was a seven-step high coronation platform, but there was no statue of the dragon god Bahamut, only an ornate throne.

Emilys stepped up the stairs alone, Wren and the four-headed dragon left below.

She sat down on the throne calmly, with a dignified demeanor, and raised her hand to signal everyone to sit down.

Wren also found his seat in the front row, and as he turned, he noticed a few unusual glances. The sense of the will to truth was extremely keen, and he immediately found the source of his gaze, which was several nobles sitting in the second and third rows, whom he had never seen before.

The nobles looked relatively young, and the oldest was not yet forty years old.

The Soul Eye saw that they were extremely hostile to themselves, and that the soul color was red and black, to the point of hatred.

They made no secret of their hostility, and when Wren looked back, he glared even more angrily.

Wren's face didn't fluctuate, and he didn't care at all.

He guessed the identities of these people, they were from the Brandon and Etis families. In particular, several men of the Brandon family, all of whom are sons of Duke Brandon, one of them is still the heir, that is, the next duke, but apparently, they blame their father's death on their own heads.

Emilys had returned Duke Brandon's body to the Brandon family, and used Neverwinter as a threat to use the duke's position as a temptation to force them to submit and accept the terms of a ransom of five million golden dragons.

Wren noted the new duke among them.

He is the eldest son of Duke Brandon, a high-ranking ice wolf swordsman, and he is very promising to be promoted to legend, but I am afraid that he will not be able to suppress his brothers.

Especially the young man who looked the youngest, only in his early twenties, handsome and cold, with the charm of Duke Brandon, both in strength and potential, surpassed his brother, and he was not surprised that his brother would be in the future.

The Brandon family is prosperous, and the descendants are all outstanding, and there are too many talents.

The situation of the Etis family is the opposite, the new duke turned out to be a teenager, temporarily regent by his mother, orphaned and widowed, and I don't know how many people coveted him.

Both families have their own drawbacks and are nothing to worry about.

The Duchy of Dans, the new Duke of Dans, Koster, who Wren is more concerned about, sits in the first row. In the past, Koster, who was high-spirited, is now depressed, and his right hand is cut off from the wrist, according to Dinkraghi, which was cut off by his own hands, and has become a grudge against Dinkraghi.

Koster noticed Wren's gaze, glanced up and quickly lowered his head.

Wren didn't find much hostility in his soul, whether he had changed his mind or was frightened by himself.

He sat down beside the Duke of Fischer.

Valogen stepped up and stood on the steps one position shorter than Emilys as a sign of respect, and read aloud an edict of utter rhetoric, in a tone of voice and frustration, praising Her Majesty's character and her years of hard work to finally destroy the traitor Mark, restore the Dragonborn, and rebathe in the glory of the Trogonburg family.

After a series of tedious ceremonial steps, Vallogan proclaimed Emily Drogonburg as the new king and began the coronation ceremony.

"Speaker Cleos, please crown the Queen!"

Valogen's voice echoed through the Dragon Temple, and everyone could hear it clearly, and people couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, looking at each other and resounding in a whispered discussion.

According to the tradition of the Dragonborn, the high priest of the dragon god will crown the new king.

The High Priest is usually the older member of the Zogenburg family, and although the Dragonborn was slaughtered and the position of High Priest was vacant for many years, there are still a few highly respected Dragon God believers in Kingsland who can temporarily appoint one to crown the queen.

How could it be Speaker Cleos?

No one dared to doubt the strength of this speaker, but after all, he was not a believer in the dragon god, how could he crown the king of the dragon spawn?

Thousands of guests in the temple were talking, and some even exchanged ears.

There was no change on Emily's face on the throne, but her heart was actually full of confusion and worry, afraid that this unconventional practice would cause the dragon god to displease and perceive her own thoughts.

This was Wren's proposal, but Wren did not explain why.

"Silence!"

Valrogan shouted loudly, repeatingly, "Speaker Cleos, please crown the Queen!"

Cleos, who looked like a High Elf, walked up the steps step by step, and in the face of people's doubts, he didn't care at all, but was a little excited.

To be crowned a queen is an experience to boast about for a lifetime.

In particular, this queen has red dragon blood in her veins, and as a red dragon who believes in the goddess of magic, Cleos is more than happy to crown her.

A smile tugged at the corner of Wren's mouth, who was sitting in the front row.

It was a temptation.

Speaker Cleos is a red dragon, but he believes in the goddess of magic, and the fact that he crowns Emily will be understood differently from different perspectives.

The dragon god Bahamut could naturally see the true identity of Cleos, and with his preference for dragons, he would not cause disgust, and in the eyes of mortals, this was the first signal that Emilys would no longer regard the dragon god belief as the only orthodoxy, and the goddess of magic should be able to understand the deep meaning if she was also watching.

Of course, Wren alone knows all the circumstances, and even Cleos, the party, is kept in the dark, not realizing that he is being used.

In front of the people, Cleos took out a simple dragon-shaped crown, gently placed it on Emilys' head, and stepped down from the throne.

The coronation process was short and solemn, and everything went smoothly.

Wren glanced at the dome of the Temple of God, his gaze seemed to penetrate out, looking high into the sky, but he didn't feel any breath of divine power.

"Meet Her Majesty!"

A loud voice rang out in the dragon temple, but the faces of the people, especially those who knew something about the faith and gods, were full of doubt and surprise.