Chapter 12: The Empire and the Holy See

Ollie, who was originally a guard at the castle guard tower of Alder City, knew that he was following the noble lord with all these years of knowledge, but he was far from expecting that this man with elegant manners could make the tyrant-like General Urgat perform such an eye-catching courtesy, and this man's identity was even more noble than that of General Ergat?

Ollie, who was slumped on the ground, still looked sluggish, and even though Svein slowly stood up, he still didn't come back to his senses. Carrying a cane, it has been a long time since he has appeared in front of many residents and has become the center of attention, and Svein is not at all uncomfortable with this public eye.

He glanced at Ollie, who was still sluggish and limp in the VIP seat, and left the VIP seat with a steady pace, supported by the three top beings in the city, Urgart, Raphael, and Count Bolton.

Ollie, the guy who was favored by the goddess of luck and by the goddess of doom because of himself, was still dull in Svein's gaze, then he was destined to lose the qualification to be the sideguard of Siyin.

Could a magnate who had made Ergat, Raphael, and Count Bolton all three respectful lack a servant? It goes without saying that the jokes of the nobility have come to an end here.

As everyone expected, this great man with extraordinary status did not sit on the Iron Throne, which symbolized the authority of the city lord, with the support of Ergat, Raphael, and Burton, but sat in a room that no one could see.

The person outside cannot see what is inside the room, but the person in the room can see everything outside the house clearly. No one has forgotten who built this seemingly simple but actually financially expended house in the first place, Edward III, the only king to ever reach the city?

Qualified to sit in that house, the identity of this middle-aged man is beyond doubt.

Walking into the house, without the gaze of the bystanders, Urgart popped and fell to his knees, the treacherous and cold man who had been cruel all his life raised his ugly face. Two lines of tears suddenly welled up, and he said softly, "Lord Svein." ”

Almost at the same time, Raphael, who has always shown himself holy, kindly, and elegantly, also showed an unprecedented look of excitement on his face, bowed deeply to the middle-aged man in front of him, and said in an incredibly trembling voice: "General Svein." ”

Count Bolton, the head of the city's first family, the Flavi family, did not show the slightest surprise on his face, all of which seemed to him to be taken for granted.

In the eyes of this general who has served the army for half his life, the huge Noxian Empire and even the Valoran continent, there is no general or politician who can show an unruly look in front of this middle-aged man who looks neither burly nor tall with a golden cane, and in his time, this middle-aged man who has been out of the army for a long time is equivalent to the status of Darius, the fourth knight of the empire in the army today.

Count Bolton took a deep breath and stood in front of the emaciated man. He made a standard military posture that he had not done for a long time, and gave a military salute, with a solemn and solemn expression, and his eyes could not hide his enthusiasm for this soft-eyed man who was as unfathomable as the vast sea.

If the people in the city saw this scene, they would have shown an incredible look, and they would rather believe that there was a hallucination in front of them, than believe that the first, second and third people in the city would show such a lofty look of respect for a man.

But this is an unalterable fact.

It was clear that Svein was accustomed to this kind of courtesy, and there was no shock or flattery on his face. When in the imperial capital of St. Peter's City. He had received more glorious flowers and applause, but he never stopped because of them.

Svein slowly swept over the three people in front of him, looking at Urgat, who was kneeling directly in front of him, this ugly face. The mechanized emaciated body is difficult to associate with the handsome, perverse face and burly body, but this is the little guy who almost threw himself into the arms of death because of his little joke.

Svein froze his gaze on Raphael and Bolton for a moment, and then waved at the three city magnates. Motioning for the three to get out of the way, it's time to get down to business.

There was a hint of reluctance in the eyes of the three of them, but no one deliberately dragged their feet. Against the will of the man in front of him, he immediately stood up and turned to leave.

Svein, who was sitting in the crystal chair in the room, looked at the three acquaintances with whom he had crossed paths for a long time, and when the figures of the three people drifted out of his sight, Svein's eyes were as vast as the sky, as deep and unfathomable as the sea, and they were eyes that were wise enough to sink anyone.

At this moment, Svein truly showed the incomparable terrifying momentum in the imperial capital of St. Peter's City, and the murderous arrogance on Urgart and Bolton compared to Svein was like the gap between a creek and a sea.

Domineering side leakage, look at the world!

Burton, Raphael, and Ergarte returned to the VIP seats in Styroland Square, and immediately cheers and applause rang out. In the end, there were no accidents, accompanied by Bolton and Raphael, Urgat sat on the Iron Throne, which symbolized the authority of the city lord, while Raphael and Bolton returned to their original positions.

Originally, Earl Bolton sat next to Svein, the strategist commander who made the entire empire respect, and at this time, a general who was out of step with the magnificence and extravagance of the magnates sat in that seat.

The knightly general's chest wore a most famous insignia among the powerful: Sunflower!

The Sunflower Badge, the symbol unique to the Mark family, the second family in the city, is the head of the Mark family, Brooke, who is willing to sit next to Earl Bolton without giving Count Bolton an angry look? Mark.

It's just that this head of the Mark family, who was dressed out of place and sat in the VIP seat, was destined to become a foil today.

Cheers resounded in the square.

No matter how unexpected the changes may be, when Urgat sits on the throne of the city lord, it means that the recruit assembly has begun.

Curious? There is not a man who is not curious about the man who is respected by the three trio of Urgart, Count Bolton, and Bishop Raphael, but few men delve into the true identity of that nobleman, which fully demonstrates the 'mercenary' nature of the inhabitants of the Noxian Empire.

It is true that the great man is a great man who is greater than General Urgart, and they can only look up to it, but what does that have to do with us? To delve into the inside story of that class without reaching that class is not called wisdom and wisdom, but stupidity.

A smart civilian always knows how to control his curiosity, otherwise it will be tantamount to playing with fire and immolating himself! If you can't weigh the pros and cons. And how can you knock on the door of the aristocratic world? Augustus, who knew this very well, did not continue to look at the big man, but once again turned his attention to the city lord Urgatte and the patriarch of the Mark family, Brooke, who was sitting in the seat of the big man just now.

"The man who can make the bloodthirsty and ruthless Brooke give up his seat, I really look forward to seeing this big man again!" Glancing less at the Sunflower Badge, Augustus muttered to himself.

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Low and magnetic, holy and infectious.

When Bishop Raphael, who was standing on the high platform, spoke, the square fell silent in less than a few seconds. The unpretentious devout recount is not an obscure religious text, but a detailed introduction to the profession of the dream lover knight, the number one lover knight in the hearts of all the ladies on the road, according to the military regulations and religious systems that every Noxian resident will come into contact with in his daily life. These things were originally so boring in the eyes of those who had heard of them, but when Raphael said them, people couldn't help but feel excited.

The shouts of Stiroland Square prove it all.

Augustus, who was least interested in these high-sounding things, listened attentively for a moment. But I couldn't help but be attracted by Raphael's impeccable eloquence, and even lingered a little. Augustus, who came back to his senses, sighed softly as he listened to Raphael's elegant speech in his ears, and muttered to himself in a voice he could hear: "If those MLM mentors in their previous lives saw this Raphael, I am afraid they would all bow down and worship themselves as teachers." ”

The feverish eyes and the lofty and majestic atmosphere around the up, up and down, left and right, it is not difficult to see the success of the white cardinal's speech.

Impeccable presentation skills, a gentle and mellow voice, elegant and noble appearance, and penetrating topics. All of this made Raphael receive enthusiastic cheers and applause from all over the square when he gave his speech.

As a priest of St. Thomas's Cathedral, Raphael was not as comfortable as the treacherous, hypocritical, or violent Ergart among the nobles, but he seemed to be at ease among the civilians and soldiers in front of him. This is also the reason why the most respected person of the inhabitants of Alder City, Urgat, is Bishop Raphael.

Face a priest of noble status who is willing to speak with you on an equal footing. I'm afraid there isn't a resident who doesn't like it!

The thunderous applause that resounded around the square made Raphael, who seemed to have a layer of holy brilliance piled up on his body, even more brilliant and majestic.

Among the recruits in the audience, Augustus squinted at Raphael who was talking endlessly on the stage, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a hint of a smile, and Raphael used the most elegant words to describe the recruits fighting bloodily for the empire and the Holy See. His mind went straight through him. He is very keen to capture two very important words: Knight of Light, Knight of War!

At first, Augustus did not understand the meaning of these two words, but after listening to Raphael's explanation, he understood. It turns out that the Knights of Light are dedicated to the service of the Holy See to eradicate the evil heresies that hide in the darkness. And the War Knights are naturally in the service of the Noxian Empire's foreign wars. And he also understands that it will take a long time for these recruits to become Knights of Light or Warknights. The vast majority of people can only be an honest soldier, and the title of knight, which is valued and respected by Noxus, is not something that every soldier can get.

Listening to Raphael's rambling but unobsessive speeches, Augustus was really impressed. In Augustus' own words, this guy is obviously doing biaozi, but he behaves as holy as a saint and cannot be desecrated.

Throw away those flowery words, and you will feel that this guy is clearly promoting for the Holy See and the Empire. To put it bluntly, it is to make their group of blood-hot and impulsive teenagers, eager to make achievements, have in their minds the idea of serving the empire to the last drop of blood and doing everything for the Holy See.

Augustus knew what this guy was up to, but there were several times when he almost got hooked when he listened to it. I have to admit that this Raphael bishop does have the potential to enter the core of the Holy See.

Maybe in ten or eight years, this guy may take another step to the position of cardinal, or even one step to the position of patriarch. As for the Pope? That's a little harder.

Raphael knows how to control time very well, and the person who has been the first speaker of the recruit conference in Alder City for five years naturally understands that he is not the main event of this recruit conference, but just a supporting role. Enough is a word that everyone who walks in the aristocratic world should understand, so he ended his speech with great grace in a white bishop's robe, when the cheers were at their highest.

This speech is really short and concise, and the aftertaste is long! Augustus looked at Raphael, who had stepped down from the high platform, and muttered: "Naturally, the shorter a woman's clothes, the better, at least in the eyes of men!" This Raphael really got the essence. ”

The first person to hunt does not necessarily get to the prey, and the first person to speak does not mean that he is the protagonist! Everyone knew that the protagonist of the day was not Raphael, but the most hideous and ugly Ergarte who was sitting at the top of the VIP seat.

This Raphael, who holds the title of Lord of Alder City.

This is clear to anyone. (To be continued.) )