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Chapter 81, give you a crown, what can you give me

Dragging a red luxurious robe that dragged the ground, James Terdam slowly walked out of the place where the round table was held full of unpredictable storms, the sacred, solemn atmosphere is second only to the White House of Egustin Cathedral, standing on the ninety-ninth stone steps, James Terdam looked at the majestic and majestic White House full of imperial power, a pair of wise and sharp eyes at this moment revealed a complex playful and even self-deprecating look: "Never underestimate every opponent, even if he is just a weak baby who can't walk yet, James Terdam!" In the past, you were defeated in the same way at the hands of that hastily born Burnham, and this time you actually made the same mistake and lost at the hands of the so-called Princess Kiris, hehe, it seems that you are really old! ”

The roundtable that won the game completely ruined the whole plan because of a single Kiris! Even James Terdam, who is accustomed to ups and downs, and is wise and profound, can't adapt to it for a while! I couldn't help but start chattering like an ordinary old man and complaining to myself, but no one would laugh at this old man, and no one would dare to laugh at this old man.

I'm afraid that many people will be in the same situation as this old man, and I am afraid that there will be no one who will perform as well as this old man.

"Old James Terdam, you're wrong! The person you despise is not our noble Princess Kiris Stuart, but our late General Burnham Darkwell and his only disciple, His Excellency Svein, although Burnham has laid down the imperial scepter, he has already commanded the next heir of the scepter, and no one can change this outcome, even you, even me! The deep voice remembered just after James Terdam's muttering, a man with a purple-gold and luxurious cane. The old man in a black robe with a heavy and solemn color slowly walked out of the White House, and looked at the old man in front of him calmly with a stomp on his face, which might cause the empire to shake even if he stomped his feet.

No one does not know James Terdam, and no one does not know that this old man in a heavy and solemn black robe is none other than Comodoro, the patriarch of the Bacon family, who bears the name of the Darkwell family of James Terdam.

James Terdam glanced up at the old guy who had always maintained a disagreement with him at the round table, and said with a smile on his face: "But Murdoro, what do you mean that our General Burnham, who hid the nobles of the empire under the dark curtain like darkness, even arranged the direction of the future of the empire after he went to see God in glory, and even handed over the so-called scepter to Princess Kiris, now Her Majesty the Empress Kiris?" ”

The corners of Comodoro's mouth curled into a subtle smile as he looked at James Terdam. He laughed softly: "Old James Terdam, don't look at me with such eyes, don't you have an answer in your heart?" How can Kiris, a royal princess who has been forgotten by the empire since Nicocage the Great, have no connection with power and politics, how can she mobilize the support of the two ancient families of Rothonchild and Constantine? If it weren't for Burnham's giant hand hidden in the dark, how could His Excellency Svein, who had an unconcealed burning passion for the authority of the Noxian Empire, easily let go of that position? Even if it is undeniable, but we cannot but deny it, even if we hate Burnham Duckwell, we have to admit that we are indeed inferior to him! ”

Burnham Duckwell. For this name, James Terdam has always had an extremely serious antipathy! For the first time in his life, this genius politician tasted defeat because of this man who had the same blood as him!

If he said this, he did not have the surname of the Bacon family, which was the same as the noble surname of Darkwell, and the status of the person who spoke was not inferior to that of his Commodoro, and the proud and conceited genius politician would have dragged away with the magnificent red robe that dragged the floor.

For the kindness shown between the words of the Bacon family, who has always disagreed with him, James Terdam of the Darkwell family, who was also frustrated at the round table, did not have any so-called sympathy. Rather, it gave birth to a kind of aristocratic common vigilance?

The sudden gesture of kindness seemed to the nobles to be a prelude to a conspiracy, or a prelude to an alliance and cooperation. And the former is far more likely than the latter.

Rather than continuing along this already somewhat sensitive issue, James Terdam smiled and extended the topic to a topic that didn't seem too sharp. Said: "The Rothonchild family and the Constantine family, it is really hard to imagine that these two families that used to stand at the peak of the empire were kept secret by many nobles because of Burnham's anger, and then the families forgotten by the nobles would stand by our current Empress Killis!" ”

Commodoro smiled. "It's really hard to imagine," he said, "that perhaps the reason why they are standing next to Her Majesty the Empress Quiriss is because Her Majesty the immature-looking Empress Ceris has the ability to restore their family to its former glory!" Or maybe they are loyal supporters of Stuart in their own province! ”

"Perhaps! On December 23rd, hehe, maybe this round table will end sooner than it should have been in the past! Commodoro, it is time for us to make careful preparations for God's birthday, and this is the first major event facing our great Empress Chyris! ”

"Yes, that's what we're supposed to do!" Commodoro nodded.

Then, in front of the White House, many aristocrats watched a scene that they would never forget, two old men who had been facing each other in the empire for nearly forty years, walked side by side, and slowly left the White House.

December 30 was the date when the Round Table would really end, but in the eyes of the real elites, the so-called Round Table was no longer necessary, and the biggest controversy of the Round Table was all settled when Chillis Stuart ascended to the throne that had been unattended for nearly two decades and held the scepter of the Noxian Empire, which symbolized the supremacy of the Noxian Empire.

As for the rest of the Empire, it's just a tool for the Imperial Empress Kiris Stuart to express her light and sacredness.

On December 23, with the permission of Gilis herself, the Noxian Imperial Weekly made a clear record of the entire process of the roundtable, the statements made by those present, and the words and actions of each person.

After the round table, the daily Imperial Weekly would be sold out within three hours, but the number of copies printed in this "Imperial Weekly" exceeded everyone's imagination, and it has been sold, and it has never stopped!

Everyone was surprised by the record in the "Noxian Empire Weekly", and few people imagined that the Kiris, who had been silent at the round table and could even be said to be cowardly, would completely justify herself today with her fierce words and deeds: I am the empress of the Noxian Empire!

Aside from the fierce words of Chillis Stuart, many bankers, wealthy people, and aristocrats were surprised by the theme of the Imperial Officials at the Round Table recorded in the Imperial Weekly Newspaper, and no one could have imagined that the low-key and inconspicuous Kiris had seized the imperial power of the Noxian Empire in one fell swoop, holding the scepter that belonged to an emperor and could only be held by an emperor.

For a time, whether among the aristocracy, the rich or the bankers, the discussion was not about the so-called Augustine, James Terdam, or Comerodo, but about Chillis Stuart!

Sitting in the black carriage, Svein walked down the street, listening to the comings and goings about the events of the Round Table Council, and a deep smile appeared on Svein's lips, and he was very satisfied with this masterpiece directed by himself.

His withered hand opened the curtains, and he looked up at the towering St. Peter's Castle in the distance, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a meaningful smile: "Dear Majesty Ceris, I gave you a crown, and what can you give me?" I'm looking forward to your reply! ”

Riding on a pure Whitt horse dressed as a knight, Urgart looked at the meaningful smile on Svein's face, fell into deep thought, and couldn't help but think of Svein's calm words: "Crown? That's not what I care about, what I care about? Maybe only a teacher will understand! ”

At that moment, Urgart saw an unprecedented light in Svein's eyes, and Urgart knew that that light was called ambition!

But Urgat didn't understand, what ambition in this world could be more important than getting the crown?

Urgart didn't ask, and he couldn't get this answer!

Surprise? Sitting quietly on the grass of St. Peter's Castle, such a word did not come to her mind, and the seemingly bold and ignorant act at the round table today had already been preceded by a very elaborate design and measurement plan, which was a foolproof thing!

Looking at Alista, who stood beside her like a door god, she couldn't help but recall: "Dear Princess Qiris, for me, there is no difference between simple and complex so-called conspiracy, as long as the goal can be achieved, isn't this the most perfect answer we need?" As for the process, who cares about the path that the superior has traveled when he is lower? All they care about is the divine light above the head of the Superior! Perhaps that's the most fascinating part of power! ”

Chillis couldn't help but chuckle and muttered to herself, "Lord Svein, what should I give you, the scepter of war or the freedom of politics?" It's a hard choice to make! ”

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! (To be continued.) )