Fa Lan City.

It was getting dark, and the dark sky was covered with dark clouds, but that didn't dampen the enthusiasm of the people on the day of the celebration.

Gotik seems to be crowded in the crowd, but he is always on the periphery. If you don't stare at him for a long time, it's hard to find that this guy hiding in the crowd seems to be squeezed hard, but in fact he is standing still, and he can get out as soon as anything happens.

He is a person who likes to take risks, so although he guessed that something big would happen, he still did not choose to leave, but instead brought two truckloads of hemostatic powder to the Truth Square, intending to make a windfall. Now the carriage was parked in front of the nearest roadside warehouse, and the apothecary man watched it for a gold coin.

Jialan has been peaceful for too long, so long that this generation has never seen what the blood of people looks like.

Fortunately, he had seen it, and there were not a few of them.

After coming out of Sir Wilson's mansion, with a scrutinizing eye, he soon discovered something extraordinary.

In the past, the security work of Falan City was done by the people of the security station, and one-tenth of this army with a total number of nearly 10,000 people was stationed in the guard tower near the "Untouchable Screening Enchantment", taking turns to change shifts, and the remaining half focused on supervising the famous downtown area around Tonghuo Lane, and the rest were responsible for formation patrols, as well as, as the dog of the nobles in the Cruze neighborhood.

Some people say that the people in the police station are official robbers with dog noses, and this is not to be true. The threshold for this line is extremely low, and most of the middle- and lower-level personnel belonging to the garrison are gangsters in Gray Street, who are picked up by organizations such as Kane's Horn and washed a little and stuffed into security, put on a layer of skin, and become characters. I usually don't see them to maintain order, and when they have money, they act quickly, but when something goes wrong, they refuse to come forward.

As a qualified businessman, Gotick naturally spends money on connections, so he knows a few acquaintances.

But today, these acquaintances seem to have disappeared from the world......

Looking at the entire Krubel neighborhood, although the people patrolling back and forth were also wearing the dark blue and white trimmed uniforms, almost all of them had awe-inspiring eyes, stood straight, and their steps were steady and powerful.

In order to test his suspicions, under the pretext of delivery, he sneaked into the Cruze neighborhood and took a circle.

Sure enough, the aristocratic district is the same, the people who belong to the security station have been replaced, only a squadron leader he knows is still there - this guy used to be a mercenary, he is really good at everything, and he is usually the master of the security station, but this time at a glance, Gotic saw that he was nodding to others, that attitude, not to mention how respectful...... It even looks terrified......

By now, he was sure that something would happen tonight.

Sir Wilson did not usually talk much, but on the few times he got drunk in the dungeon, he expressed a strong desire for revival. This guy even complained about why it wasn't a war year now, the nobles should have led their knights to gallop on the battlefield, instead of getting drunk on the belly of a woman, and now those rice worms occupy the best position and hold a lot of wealth, but the really talented people are trampled underfoot, and life is like a piece of shit!

He desperately wanted a shuffle.

Apparently, he had waited.

Gortick suddenly envied Sir a little, such a life is exciting enough...... But he knew that he couldn't get too involved in this matter, and the Jialan people had to trace everything to the source, and a guy of unknown origin like him could only mix soup and drink while others were eating meat.

As he squeezed into the crowd and drifted with the crowd, there was a sudden commotion in the distance, followed by a push from the front, and the crowd retreated irrepressibly.

Gotik understood that this was most likely the Lord's coming.

On the day of the celebration, the nobles entered in a different way than the commoners, except for the king, who was next to the gate of the imperial city from the other end of the square, and the other nobles would come out of the main street, that is, the gate of truth in the Cruze neighborhood.

At this time of year, it is the time for the families to show their wealth and heritage, and they will do everything they can to decorate the floats, depicting the heroic deeds of their ancestors with retro abstract paintings, explaining the origin of the elements in the family crest, and at the same time, the magnificence of the floats and the order in which they appear in the procession are also meticulously detailed.

It's a pity that rankings are sometimes not necessarily linked to financial resources, so in order to maintain that pitiful vanity, many top-ranked aristocrats tighten their belts and cut down on food and clothing for a whole year in order to be generous at this time. "If you slap a swollen face, you will also be fat" has also become an unwritten rule in the Cruze neighborhood, but few civilians know about it.

Fortunately, with the birth of the Seraf tourist area, there was a correspondence between the nobles and the commoners, and these anecdotes also spread among the commoners, and there were also rich people among the commoners, and it was heard that several old nobles received a lot of patronage this time......

Thinking of this, Gortick suddenly wondered where Sir Wilson's money came from...... Forget it, don't think, don't read.

Accompanied by cheers, people craned their necks to look forward, and that's when Gotik's special ability came into play, as he squeezed into the crowd and quietly let out his senses, carefully observing the floats passing in front of him.

However, at this moment, he felt as if his perception was being grabbed by a large hand, as if his hair had been pulled up, and the whole person fell to the ground in a hurry, and then was almost trampled to death by the feet around him.

Rising to his feet, Gotik hurriedly retreated out of the crowd, hurriedly put on his hat, and walked away quickly.

Although he didn't know what was going on, he understood the warning just now, and a mage intervened.

What kind of combat power is Master Mage? He couldn't know better......

This incident may not be a political bloodshed anymore, and his hemostatic powder may not come in handy......

Perhaps, he should store a batch of coffins.

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In the Square of Truth, the gates of the palace slowly pushed open, there was no impassioned drumbeat, no mighty trumpet, no guard of honor music, as the nominal ruler of the magical holy land, Lawrence II was surrounded by a group of palace ladies and guards, stepping on a huge magic flying carpet, slowly floating out in the spotlight.

Although the flying carpet is a simple blue and white color, these two colors are intertwined with noble and ancient patterns, implying a mysterious atmosphere. As the blanket was raised, all the statues in the Square of Truth glowed with a dazzling white light at the same time, and for a moment it was as bright as day.

The white light circled around the field, eventually converging to the very center, and converging and shooting a beam of light into the sky. The dazzling white seemed to penetrate the entire realm of silent enchantment overhead, and also lit it up in an instant, giving substance and color to the ever-transparent web of refuge.

Once again, the inhabitants of Falan City have seen it for what it really is.

The beam of light left a spot of light on the barrier that was extremely bright, and then the spots spread out in circles, and the arc of light slowly drifted into the distance like a blooming fireflower, and everyone in the city looked up at the sky, no matter where they were.

Eventually, the aperture spread to the edges, as if stretched to the extreme, and suddenly retracted in one breath, reactivating the enchantment, and another thick beam of light was reflected from the center, hitting Lawrence II and making him the center of focus.

Only then did people see that standing beside the old king was His Royal Highness the Third Prince Philo, and their hearts were suddenly shocked.

This could not be clearer, and in the future, it may be necessary to call this Highness "Your Majesty".

It's just that the older nobles are a little curious about why this change of monarch came so quickly and so high-profile......