Kylinia did what she thought was right.

Buffay does what he thinks is right.

Elena did what she was supposed to do.

Tang Fang got back into the warm bed, and Freya turned over, hugged his body and continued to sleep.

The hour hand of the night continues forward until the morning sun rises in the eastern hemisphere of "Etiya".

In the distant "Kehanos", the light of the three brothers casts a silver veil over "Dikaben", white, but not sacred.

The palace of Hal is still prostrate on the north bank of the Yangtze River, quietly bathed in the morning mist, waiting for the sun to dispel them, waiting for the warmth to patronize the world.

Unfortunately, this is not the world, but the edge of hell.

The guards began to change their guards, and the sound of women's footsteps could be heard in the corridor of the side hall, and the silence that had permeated the night began to dissipate, and the lights were hidden in the growing light.

The small airport, 10 kilometres west of the palace, comes alive with one elaborate shuttle after another descending from the clouds and landing on the tarmac.

Many old men with power and glory stepped out of the cockpit, got into the maglev car with the support of their attendants, and drove along the straight road outside to the heart of the kingdom.

They are all important ministers of this country, people who can stand under the throne.

Today is not a holiday, but it is grander than any holiday.

The joint council is held several times a year, but today, it is destined to be a different one.

Crowds are often accompanied by the hustle and bustle, but today, the whole palace is very quiet, and the silence makes people panic, as if the ministers are not going to meet His Majesty, but to attend someone's memorial service.

Of course, for the members of the new faction, such a metaphor is intimate, SO, SWEET!

Because of its opening. It symbolizes the decline of the old-school power, and Henrietta will also usher in the end of the world.

On the 100-meter-long road from the square in front of the gate to the main entrance of the palace, some people walked for a long time, some people smiled at the sun, and some nodded their heads. Someone whispered greetings......

The stone sculpture of the soloist in front of the portico of the main palace quietly gazes as usual at the green pond and fountain not far away, flanked by red maples surrounded by stone fences, but not yet ignited by autumn, still glowing with summer green. A little farther away, you can see the Victorian-style corner tower, adding a touch of delicacy and agility to this frivolous world.

While the melodious bells rang from the towers of St. Stoff's Cathedral in "Dikaben", only sparse guards remained on the long road, and the ministers had already entered the joint chamber and waited quietly for the meeting to begin.

The circular dome is dotted with many lamps and lanterns, illuminating the spacious and solemn venue with soft light.

On the circular seats near the periphery sat many of the kingdom's hottest powerful figures. Separated by the middle aisle, it is very distinctly divided into three factions.

The old-school forces that belong to Henrietta, the new forces that belong to Zanggowell, and the wall-riding faction that huddles.

In the past, they would have remained quiet, or stared coldly at their political opponents on the other side, or bowed their heads to think about their thoughts, or banged on the table boringly.

Today is different, and the old-school areas of influence on the left are very dull. Most of them were sitting on their knees, and only a few were whispering. Talking about some recent events, sometimes frowning, sometimes angry.

On the right, the new faction is the opposite, most of them are younger than the members of the old faction, and their faces are more festive. Few people can do it without being invisible.

Of course, this is not to say that they do not have a city government, but on this special day, they can take off the mask on their faces and greet what is coming with a smile. It can also blow the morale of the old-school forces, so why not?

In the middle of the two opposing factions, there is the wall rider faction with fewer members, because the capital economic circle is the place where the confrontation between Zanggowell and Henrietta is most intense, and as a buffer, the wall rider minister can have the soil to survive.

A large number of them were friendly with the Great Lords of the Wall Riding Sect, and there were very few truly independent people.

Today's wall-riding faction is also different from the past, compared with the excitement of the new forces and the silence of the old forces, most of their expressions are complicated, and the old people who used to be members of the old forces are in a trance, with a sad face, and maybe a little sadness. Those who were closer to the members of the new faction were much more relaxed, calmly looking at the rostrum directly opposite the gate.

Trist walked into the venue through the exclusive passageway, sat on the side of the rostrum, and looked at the podium in the center of the venue with a calm face, his expression stiff as a rock.

As a representative of the new forces, he did not show a happy or smug look, but was expressionless, quietly waiting for the arrival of those real big people.

After 5 minutes, the venue became quieter, and Gilcott stepped on the lights, accompanied by the two marquises, into the rostrum area of the venue, and sat near the center.

Gilcott, like Henrietta, was an honorable prince and uncle to His Majesty the King.

Today, his complexion is a little worse, his old face is particularly dry, and even his eyes lack the brilliance of the past.

The ministers watched him walk into the hall, watched him walk through the lights and the red carpet, watched him sit on the seat that represented his status and status, and watched him wipe his face with a handkerchief with a slightly trembling handkerchief.

An icon of the old school, he was older than Henrietta and had been absent from the joint council for many years, but today, he appeared in front of everyone, not through remote projection mode, but in flesh and blood on the podium.

No one spoke, the scene was quiet, and even the sound of air conditioning system ventilation could be heard.

The two marquis walked over to Trist's area and sat down, smiling and nodding in acknowledgment to the old-school forces.

With little effort, the projection system behind Gilcott's seat was automatically turned on, and the light from the lens intertwined into a blue bust in mid-air.

The Duke of Tucsona, the patriarch of the wall-riding faction, appeared in front of everyone, and his mustache was still so sexy, even if it was just an illusory holographic projection, it was still difficult to hide the elegance.

His realm is far away on the borders of the kingdom, including the Carlo star system, the Louis star system, and the Kempes star system, separated from the Covenant territory by a border.

Then there is the representative of the new school, Archduke Edwina, who is a well-known duchess in the entire Helenbuel region, not only because of her youth, but also because of her beauty. Obviously he is almost 50 years old. has a youthful and beautiful face and a devilish figure that is so enchanting that it can no longer be enchanting.

As soon as her figure appeared, it attracted the attention of most of the people present. It's a pity that it's a projection, not her real body, which makes people feel regretful. Of course, there are also many people who are jealous, and most of them are women.

Many people wonder why she can stay young for a long time. Even if you have been using beauty nutrient solution, it is impossible for a middle-aged and elderly woman to have the appearance of a young girl.

She said it was a secret, a unique remedy given by the Holy Spirit that once she told someone it wouldn't work again.

As a result, the women can only chew the root of their tongues behind their backs with a tone of envy, jealousy and hatred, while the men fantasize about her as the lover of their dreams to satisfy their YY.

Only Captain Tang knew her secret, guessed to be precise.

The information obtained by the Gypsy Armed Research Base contained more than just communications with the United Kingdom branch of Tulanx. There is also a journal of correspondence with other branches of scientific research institutions - Edwina's Zidanero star system is impressively listed.

What can't be done by ordinary nutrient solution doesn't mean that God can't do it either, and after the clones that were destroyed in the experiment are discarded, the recovered nutrient solution can not only strengthen the physique, but also improve human skin after special treatment, making them firmer and smoother, and restoring youth.

This is also the reason why Tang Fang is convinced that Praise Will has an affair with God's armament.

As the younger brother of His Majesty the King, Tramon allowed God to arm himself to build a scientific research base in his territory. As a member of the new faction, Edwina's territory also appears in the communication log obtained by the "Gypsyel" scientific research base in the Tang side.

This is not an isolated phenomenon. Almost every representative of the new faction's territory is in that log.

Under these circumstances, no one would believe that Zanggowell did not know that God was armed. Moreover, some non-critical information obtained in the "Block Angel Number" made him aware of some cats.

I'm afraid it's not Terro who calculates himself. Rather, it is the shrewd and capable King. Both Tripati and himself were used as tools by Zangowell to achieve the goal of intensifying domestic contradictions and dealing a fatal blow to the old-school forces.

He did it. He did it.

The Tang massacre of the aristocracy in "Georgia" completely angered the vested interests, and at the same time dragged the old-school forces into a bottomless quagmire.

Edvina is dressed up extraordinarily glamorously today, with a moon hook curved into her thin eyebrows, and a snowy smile on her lips, which is even more charming and moving. It's like she's going to a big party, not a low, depressing political meeting.

She looked around, her gaze finally falling on Trist, smiling and nodding.

He also nodded in return, but his face was still expressionless, which made people wonder if he didn't understand aesthetics, or didn't have a man's impulse in his bones.

In the aristocratic circles of the United Kingdom of Turanks, only a handful of people can ignore Edvena's beauty, and ZangoWill and Trist are among them, which just shows that the two monarchs are the same kind of people.

After Edwina appeared, there was Duke Finney of the old school, then several marquis of the new school who belonged to the borderlands, and then the Marquis Robinson and the Marquis of Arudiba.

One after another big nobles appeared in the core area of the venue, more than half of them participated by projection, and only the nobles who were relatively close to the economic circle of the capital would be present in person to cheer for their political forces.

In such a situation where the future of the entire United Kingdom of Tulanx is at stake, the presence of a real person is naturally far more weighty and appropriate than a projection, and it is also able to adapt to some of the more urgent matters.

A quarter of an hour later, the lords of the United Kingdom of Tulanx entered the venue by projection and physical presence, and more than half of them were present.

The air-conditioning system draws away the dirty air from the venue and injects fresh, delicate and fragrant high-quality air, keeping the spacious hall clean and comfortable at all times.

Tramont and a young marquis entered from the direction of the gate, and instead of taking the exclusive passage that only members of the royal family and His Majesty's close ministers had the right to pass, he entered from the place where the ministers came, walked through the aisle between the old factions and the wall-riding faction, and walked step by step to the core area where the rostrum was located.

The scarlet cloak dragged a tumbling red on the ground, like the burning flames of a hunt. Heavy leather boots stepped on the red carpet without making any sound, like a brightly colored silent movie, which made people feel uncomfortable. It's as if something is blocking my heart.

Several old men narrowed their eyes, looking at His Royal Highness the Prince with outstanding martial arts, and at Servis, who snatched the marquis's throne from his brother in a duel? Guarin, his expression was unusually gloomy.

They believed that Tramon had deliberately walked through the main entrance where the ministers had entered, in order to put pressure on the old faction and the members of the Wall Riders. Declare your glory like a great general who has returned triumphantly, and declare the absolute power of Eugowell over the kingdom.

"It's arrogant."

"He's Tramon, and he has the ability to be arrogant."

The two dignitaries of the finance department belonging to the wall-riding faction discussed in a low voice, and after speaking, they glanced at the members of the new faction, with jealousy and envy in their eyes.

Standing is an art, just like dealing with people and reincarnation, it is a skill.

It is precisely because the members of the new faction have chosen the right backers that they are proud and proud today.

Back then, when Henrietta was in power. They lived with fear and care, and to this day, they follow the Zangowell to the pinnacle of power, enjoying the wine of the victors and listening to the wails of the losers.

"If I had known today, Evy should have been more enthusiastic when he came to visit." A dignitary of the transportation department sighed.

When Henrietta suppressed the royalist forces that supported Zanggowell's side, he did so to avoid affecting himself. Instead, he gets close to Tripati and joins the forces of the Wall-Riding Faction. Today. Ivey in his mouth is already the Minister of Health, but he has been sitting in the transportation department for more than ten years, living a life with no future.

Some people about Seves? Guarin cast disdainful and disdainful glances, while others admired him.

At the age of 40, he became the master of the marquis, enjoying the awe and supreme power of the people.

Disdain and contempt because he designed to frame his brother and had to accept the challenge. Duel with him. In the end, Servis stabbed his brother in the chest 18 times with his long sword, and watched as his fellow mothers bleed to death.

He also beheaded all those who dared to oppose him, including his sister-in-law and more than 10 nephews. And he hung their heads at the entrance of the palace and exposed them to the sun for seven days, and the blood-stained sword was inserted by him on the stone platform in front of the portico of the main palace, and the flowers and trees were the companions.

It was cruel and fair because it was a duel. Servis defeated his opponent with his sword, and no one can say anything more, and all the world can blame is his ruthlessness and ruthlessness.

But...... Isn't this always the case in power struggles? The so-called victor prince is nothing more than that.

No matter which dynasty or generation, the history is soaked in blood and piled up by corpses. Killing is the most convenient and effective way to gain power.

Many people said that he was brutal and unreasonable, but Tramon did not think so, and admired his bravery and ruthlessness.

When Tramont applauded Servis in the name of the prince and invited him to join him in the sorrows of His Majesty, those who had spurned and cursed him became mute, and many more chose to cheer for him.

Since then, no one has dared to question the legitimacy of Servis' title...... At least not in person.

Tramont and Servis walked very slowly, and their broad backs carried the eyes and moods of many people. Every step they take is like a drumbeat.

Of course, the drums are not under the boots, the drums are in the hearts of some people in the old-school forces.

In fact, Tramon felt that such a bright sword was not perfect, because the scabbard on his waist was empty, there was no cold light flickering hilt, and there was no weight that made him feel at ease, and after all, there was a little less sharpness, or killing intent.

Servis walked over to the marquis below Edvina and sat down, calmly gazing at the glamorous woman...... No, old woman, there is no longing in her eyes.

Tramon walked up to Gilcot and shouted calmly, "Uncle." Then he turned around and walked back to his seat and sat down, looking at the audience with a cold face without saying a word.

His expression was cold, and Gilcott's expression was even colder, even colder, for he didn't even lift his eyelids, and was half-lying in his seat, as if asleep.

Everyone knows what Tramone has been doing recently and what he will do.

He is like a sword in the hands of His Majesty the King.

What the long sword points to is naturally where the battlefield is.

Today, the battlefield is here.

Soon after Tramont and Servis sat down, several more lords entered the venue via projection.

At the same time, some princes and dukes with royal blood also arrived one after another.

The participants gradually arrived, and there were only a few vacant seats left in the core area, except for the front rostrum, which was still a little deserted.

The brighter the lights, shining on the faces with different expressions, with different colors, a few light coughs sounded in the crowd from time to time, briefly breaking the depression that permeated the venue, some people would take the opportunity to scratch their greasy faces, some people would take the opportunity to exhale the turbid breath blocked in their chests, and even the members of the new faction who were full of ambition also put away the smiles on their faces and quietly waited for the game to begin.

The arrival of Tramont and Servis is the first climax, and by no means the last.

Because Henrietta has not yet arrived, because Zangowell has not yet arrived.

However, unexpectedly, a person who should not have appeared between Tramont and the two of them suddenly appeared, once again sending the venue to a climax.

The doors of the royal family's passage opened to both sides, and an old man with silver hair and oxygen tubes in his nostrils sat on a maglev chair and entered the venue, accompanied by several court ladies.

He was so old, almost 120 years old, that the cascading wrinkles on his face were so loose that he covered most of his face, and there was no light in those dim old eyes, like a stagnant water without ripples. (To be continued......)

PS: It's hard to live a hard life of coding words after work, ah~~~~~~~~ I really want to have time to fight!