"The tragic death of a number of nobles has taken a major turn. Young Master Laurent committed suicide at home. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

On October 10, such a headline appeared in the "Wangcheng Morning Post", causing a sensation throughout Wangcheng.

After the National Police Agency found the remains of several deceased nobles in the lower reaches of the Le Cordon Bleu River in the past two days, and detected the remnants of the elixir on them, Miss Lux's suspicion has been preliminarily cleared.

Yesterday night, a mysterious person claiming to be a survivor of the murdered aristocracy secretly revealed Kevin to the National Police Agency. Laurent. It is said that this person is the mastermind of the Blue Ribbon attack, and it is he who threw the elixir of death into the food of those innocent nobles.

The National Police Agency immediately launched an investigation and first informed Fiona out of respect. Duke Laurent.

Fiona is calm, vouching for her brother's uninvolvement in the murder and insisting on exercising immunity to block the investigation of Kevin.

Outside the west gate of the royal city, business travelers gathered, and the flow of people, cars and horses stretched from the wharf in the distance.

Click.

The soldiers at the gate saluted and retreated together.

A slender and sharp sword came out of the city gate first, then a slender white hand, and a woman with a cold face.

Fiona's body was still stained with blood, and the shiny leather boots under her feet were dusty and mixed with several different colors. If she was a sharp-eyed person, she could see at this time that she was afraid that she had shuttled through several areas of the royal city this night.

Behind her, a carriage was wrapped in a thick black cloth, airtight.

The coachman was also a cold woman, with no whip in her hand, but a slender soft sword.

Fiona glanced at her: "Take a detour to the North City and go directly to Zu'an." Remember, there must not be a moment of delay on the road. ”

"Yes, I'll take care of ......," the woman's words were interrupted by an indifferent look from her master.

The soft sword made a crisp sound and slammed into the horse's back.

The horses galloped away, passers-by dodged in all directions, and some people were unfortunately knocked down. The wheels run over the body unswayingly, and the air that has been out for a moment is more and less air is in.

The soldiers at the city gate bowed their heads one after another, and no one dared to speak, but they just didn't see it.

Fiona straightened her gown and slowly turned around with her cold sword.

"Your Excellency, you'd better not mess around in the royal city." A sudden voice on the city walls.

Fiona looked up, and a majestic man covered in golden light stood at the head of the city in the morning sun, and a little cold light in his hand caught people's eyes.

Gold armor, silver spear. This is the unique sign of that man, and he is Zhao Xin

Fiona squeezed out a smile: "Don't worry, Lord Steward, I'm just looking for an enemy." ”

"Enemies?" Zhao Xin smiled, "What a coincidence, I was also about to protect a friend." ”

"Friends?" Fiona also smiled, "I didn't hear when the adults had a friend." IMHO, even if you exist, you need to be careful when choosing friends. Because friends are often a burden, and even bring danger. ”

"Really?" Zhao Xin's voice had an irresistible majesty, "I also advise Your Excellency: enemies need to be chosen more carefully than friends. Because some enemies can kill you. ”

"I remember what the adults said, and I don't dare to mess around." Fiona's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and she turned and entered the city.

Zhao Xin followed the ruts on the ground and rushed from the north to the direction of the East City Gate.

……

October 11th.

The morning light shone down on the Shield City, and the bells echoed over the city. The huge magic clock was like the wheel of fate quietly turning.

At this moment, everyone who was about to embark on this fateful gamble that belonged to them set off separately and moved towards the same place.

The chariots, the horses, and the pedestrians, bows and arrows, are all at the waist.

When the National Day arrived, the nobles from all over the country gathered in the royal city, and the total number of personal guards they brought with them exceeded the garrison of the royal city.

All of them go to the same place for the same purpose. However, even if they are peers, they may not end up together, and no one can be sure which side others will end up on.

This unprecedented celebration will bring together all the leading figures of the Federation, so it will be held in the largest federal chamber in the royal city.

The hall is home to the annual General Assembly of the House of Representatives, military meetings of more than 1,000 people, and the Royal Family Festival, which has witnessed many landmark events in the country.

The ceremony was chosen here, as if it was a sign of something.

When Lin Feng entered this building for the first time, he was inevitably shocked.

Rows of neatly arranged seats, like waves on the sea, stretch to the end of the eye. There were thousands of people present, at least a thousand, and they were scattered in the front area, looking so small.

The conference hall as a whole is a corridor-type building, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides of the walls more than 100 meters apart, and a giant pillar polished of crystal stone stands between each two windows, and the exquisite sculptures on it are lifelike.

Looking up, countless crystal chandeliers resemble stars in the sky, and above them is the high dome of the conference hall.

The entire dome is a magnificent work of art, based on ethereal colors, lined with exquisite reliefs that are perfectly capable of being realistic. The clouds floating above have a real, three-dimensional feel that blends in with the sky outside. And the statues of the gods wandering in it are sacred and solemn, which makes people feel the urge to worship from the bottom of their hearts.

About an hour later, the attendees of the ceremony were basically gathered, but the crowded venue was as quiet as a cemetery.

Everyone knows that the real protagonist is about to appear. Everyone who walks in below can change the future of the Federation.

The front door of the conference hall slowly opened, and a hundred dragoons dressed in Xuanhuang armor rushed in, lining up on both sides to make way for a passage.

Click, click.

Unhurried voice, a middle-aged man in military uniform paced over.

His whole person looks high, and the five bright gold stars on his shoulders are his arrogant capital.

Five-star Admiral Made. Falke, the highest rank holder of the Confederation, is the president of the three armed forces.

Whether respectful, flattering, or otherwise, people smiled as they waited for the President to take his Excellency's seat, and the Counts outside the first row rose to give way.

However, the President just glanced at them casually and walked straight to the rostrum.

Everyone was stunned, and they all bowed their heads and pretended not to see it. A handful of high-ranking people laughed good-naturedly: General Mader must have been confused, thinking that today's meeting was a federal military council.

If it is a military council, the rostrum is naturally the position of the president. But today, it belongs only to His Majesty or His Excellency the High Priest who presides over ceremonies.

However, the President stood in the center of the rostrum as if nothing had happened, and quietly looked down on the people under the eagle shield badge that symbolized the glory of the Union and the royal family.

No one dared to look at him, and the big men who were smiling showed contemplative expressions: Mader would never make such a low-level mistake, is this day really coming!

"Everyone, welcome." The president's voice echoed through the magic loudspeaker, and he slowly raised his right hand above his head:

"Hey, Demacia!"

"Hey, Demacia!"

The dragoon soldiers returned the salute and shouted the same slogan, and the stars held the moon like a moon to sanitate the president.

At this moment, even the dullest people realized that something was wrong and whispered about it.

But in fact, there is nothing to talk about at all, there is only one explanation for this meeting: the President is finally going to rebel!

Everyone silently assessed the situation in their minds.

The presidential commander is the nominal commander of the three armies, and the most important thing at the moment is that he is also the commander of the dragoons. The Dragoons are the backbone of the Imperial City, and they are also the only armed force responsible for the security of this ceremony.

Today, this is Made. Fack's home turf, even if His Majesty comes, it is useless.

However, although thousands of elite dragoons were deployed outside the venue, Mader did not dare to coerce everyone to support his rebellion. He doesn't need it either, because just make sure no one objects.

When people are faced with difficult choices, as long as they still have the right to make a formal choice, no one will stand up and take a stand.

However, silence is permission, and not choosing is a choice in itself. There are very few people who don't understand this, they just pretend not to understand.

However, someone still stood up, a young general, and said solemnly to the rostrum: "Your Excellency, please return to your place before Your Majesty and the High Priest arrive, what happened just now can be regarded as a misunderstanding." Uh, or a good-natured joke. ”

"Oh, your Excellency?" Madea looked at the young man's epaulette and smiled disdainfully, "Every general is personally awarded by me, hehe, but with all due respect, I don't have the slightest impression of you." ”

"President, you ......" The young general wanted to tell everyone how much blood and military exploits the gold star on his shoulder was exchanged, and he also wanted to tell the President that he regarded him as the goal of his life when he participated in the award ceremony. However, he couldn't say anything.

Mutter... Mutter......

A long, slender sword pierced his throat, and the remaining air currents in his chest made a strange sound.

The festive red carpet on the ground is soaked with blood, and it looks more and more dazzling.

A young life came to an end quietly.