"It's a bad custom to call half-elves half-demons, Lord Lee Celt!" Rozval looked at the hunched middle-aged man with a warning look.

"Even so, I don't think I'm wrong. Possessing the qualifications of the Dragon Shrine Maiden and whether or not she is suitable to become a king cannot be equated. Master McRotov, please reconsider. Even if a king is chosen indiscriminately, the future of the kingdom may not be prosperous. Lee Celt said hysterically.

"Silence."

McRotov's words made the hunchbacked middle-aged man named Li Celt take a step back and return to the ranks of the nobles, Rozval made an apologetic expression, and even the tension between the knights and the nobles dissipated a lot.

"Knight Rheinharut, could you please tell us more about finding the fifth dragon witch?"

Rheinharut respectfully placed the knight's sword on the ground and knelt down on one knee.

"Lord Firut was discovered and guarded somewhere in the slums about a month ago."

"Street children in the slums! Are you serious? Knight Rheinharut! In the ceremony to select Luganica's future king, you actually brought a street child? You're taking the king's election like child's play! Lee Celt jumped out again.

"Do you look down on the street children in the slums?" Firut looked at Lee Celt dissatisfied, "Beat you, uncle." ”

"Look what kind of attitude this is! It's just whitewashing the appearance, but its essence is still exposed. If you don't have enough character and education, you can become a king like this? Lee Celt looked at Firut with disgust.

"It's just a nobleman who eats dry food, what qualifications do you have to say about me." There was a hint of gunpowder in Firut's voice.

"It's boring to ramble on for as long as you want." Priscilla, with her hands wrapped around her plump chest, glanced at Firut with contempt, chuckled and said, "But it's precisely because you can only talk about these boring things that you are a street child in the slums!" ”

"Hah! Are you going to quarrel? Firut looked at Priscilla with displeasure.

"Rude, who do you think the concubine is?" Powerful magic gathers around Priscilla.

Before Priscilla's fan could attack Firut, Rheinharut, who was kneeling in the audience, intervened between the two girls in an instant, blocking a blow for Firut.

"It's rude, Mistress Priscilla."

Behind them, Emilia had already held Firut in her arms as if she were protective.

"What exactly do you want to do on such an important occasion?" Emilia angrily blames Priscilla.

"It's just to make the uneducated recognize their identity." Priscilla said haughtily.

"Can't you just say you're sorry?" Emilia spoke bitterly.

"You mean to apologize for doing something wrong, right, then isn't that the situation with you, I'm really sorry that I was born in this world. Don't apologize yet? Silver-haired half-elf! Priscilla laughed at Emilia with impunity.

Qin Mo felt a little distressed.

"I have nothing to do with witches or anything." From Emilia's inaudible voice and her slightly trembling body, you could tell how much of the impact she had suffered.

"Enough! Because it was in extraordinary times, I allowed them to mess around until now. The hunchbacked middle-aged man, Lee Celt, stepped forward again.

"Look at who are participating in the king's election this time! Master Kurshu, who inherited the title of duke, will not mention it for the time being. ”

"There are street children in slums, widows who inherit the inheritance of their deceased husbands, insatiable merchants."

"There's even a silver-haired half-elf!" Although his expression and tone were extremely disgusted when he spoke of Emilia, this time he didn't say anything about the half-demon and looked at Rozval cautiously.

At this time, on the high platform, a bald old man next to McRotov took over Lee's words.

"Your Excellency Celtic Lee, don't worry about anything, half a demon is half a demon. What is your purpose in allowing this filthy, silver-haired half-demon to participate in the king's election, Mezas Frontier Uncle! How could the Divine Chosen King allow a half-demon to be defiled. ”

After the bald old man of the Magi spoke, most of the nobles and knights in the hall focused their attention on Emilia, and each of them had fear or disgust in their eyes.

Emilia was under a lot of staring, her head down, her long silver hair covering most of her face, making it difficult to see her expression.

"Your Excellency Bordeaux, you have spoken too much." McRotov issued a warning to the bald old man beside him.

"Your Excellency McRotov, you should know! Isn't the silver-haired half-demon the face handed down from that jealous witch! In the past, the great calamity that engulfed half the world, don't tell me you don't know! ”

So the bald old man continued to grow the anger in Qin Mo's heart.

"Her appearance and origin are enough to make many people fear and disgust, and I can't imagine what will happen if this half-demon is put on the throne. It's okay to be laughed at by other countries, but don't forget, this is Lugnica, the pro-dragon kingdom, the land of witches' sleep. This filthy half-demon ......"

"Bang!"

Just before the bald old man could finish his words, Qin Mo grabbed him by the collar from behind him, pulled him out of his seat, and pressed him against the wall of the hall.

The bald old man's face was pressed against the wall, and the bones and teeth of his face were broken due to the force of the impact, and blood slowly dripped from his body.

A member of the Sage Society of the Kingdom of Lugnica, a highly respected presence in the Kingdom. Everyone in the hall, including the Chosen One, the knights, and the nobles, never even dreamed that the members of the Wise Men would one day be pressed against the wall.

"What are you doing!"

"Bold!"

"Don't let go of Bordeaux yet!"

The civil officials in the aristocratic group shouted at Qin Mo.

The Guards Knights had already drawn out the knight's sword at their waists, but because they were afraid of the bald old man in Qin Mo's hand, no one dared to step forward.

Rheinharut clenched the knight's sword in his hand just as he hesitated whether to stop Qin Mo.

"I'm not allowed to make a move, give me a good look!" Firut's red pupils twitched with a light called excitement.

"Qin Mo! What are you doing? Amilia's worried voice reached Qin Mo's ears.

Qin Mo smiled at Emilia and gave her a reassuring look.

Emilia retreated, and at this time, she chose to believe Qin Mo.

"Qin Mo, please calm down." McRotov looked at Qin Mo seriously.

"Don't worry, I'm very calm now."

Qin Mo lowered the bald old man from the wall, and dragged him to the center of the high platform, ignoring the painful sound coming from the mouth of the bald old man who was still bleeding.

That is, before the throne of the Kingdom of Lugnica.