The nobles stood solemnly on the wide and bright palace of the Prince, taking off their hats and bowing their waists, and the knights bowed with their heads held high on their sides, and only the guards of the palace stood still facing out of the window.

The ceremony of succession was not as cumbersome as the conferment of the title, but the red silk carpet that covered the ground and brought in from the ocean was still tormented.

Fortunately, when the ceremonial officials recited the proclamation, everyone except them could slightly look sideways at the ancient frescoes left on the four walls of the palace and the beautiful poems written by the poets but not abrupt scenery.

Angels and demons are not the only subjects in the temple, but even the drunkards, the warriors, the dying knights, and the tea parties of the noblewomen are all brought to life, showing the various forms of the human world.

This made the people in the palace all have the desire to throw away the rumors in the history books to get a glimpse of the prince's heart, and this kind of prosperity that can still bloom after death is different from the ingenuity of His Majesty Hadi Dempsch.

The final chapter of the oath sounded suddenly.

"Marquis Olves, will thou seek the scorching and bright crown, revere thy sovereign as if thou art your own glory, remain humble and kind, and bow down to thy noble position for the humble Ottoman people, especially the poor, who are spying on thee.

Are you willing to inherit the wisdom and bravery of your family, plant a fertile day and a rich dawn for Orman, and fight for Orman at the outpost of the front without complaint, so that you can be worthy of the title of Duke of Orves, so that the name of Duke of Orves will become a household name in Orman.

A little starlight gathers around you into a river, whether you are willing to bear and feel the protection of the Orman sages above your head, and henceforth, it will be immortal for a hundred years. “

This magnificent chapter rushed into Olwei's unsuspecting chest, causing her eyes to widen suddenly, and she raised her head, only to find that all the nobles in the hall, the emperor, the patriarch, and even the priest who read this chapter, had a dull look in their eyes.

Olweiss's gaze lowered with her head, this was not the time of the past, she thought.

"I want to. ”

The solemn air blew away, and laughter filled the hall. Patriarch Roderick walked up behind her kindly and lovingly and draped her over a crimson velvet coat, with Goldmers' coat of arms tattooed on the cuffs and collar with expensive gold-and-string of magically immune.

On the chest of the coat, there is a Mithril cross chain inlaid and suspended, and there is a beautiful Latin line engraved by the first saint of the Holy See, "The Lord gives you glory".

Emperor Hadi Dempsch solemnly placed a crown of gold rings on her with eight red gold leaves, and he tapped the tip of his sword on both shoulders from left to right, and then reversed the hilt of his sword and placed it on her raised hands.

"The Lord gives you glory, and I give you authority. Glancing at the cross, Hardy Dempu bowed in Orves' ear as if to remind him, and then he straightened up with a smile and stretched out his hand to her and took the courtier closely.

Olwes stood up and looked at the nobles above the hall, smiling, still smiling, knights, yearning, yearning, guards, expressionless, always expressionless.

What a stable country, she lamented.

Just as the nobles came to salute with a standard smile, a sudden sword light spilled from the beams of the room.

Assassination! Against whom?

Olves's thoughts raced, but the sword light flew in front of her faster than her thoughts, and through the layers of the Mithril Cross chain and the holy light attached to it, the long sword full of skill and power retreated, and the sword in Olvis's hand was picked up into the air with a "clang".

As if to say that this time she was absolutely going to take her life, the long sword lit up again, and the sword light shot at her eyebrows relentlessly.

Olwes didn't panic, the chanting of her incantation had stopped for a moment, and ten identical girls scattered around on their backs with wind magic, and no one could tell who was the real person.

The white-clothed Great Sword Sect finally jumped out of people's eyes, his sword light was like the waves of the lake, and the figures of the ten girls were rolled and shattered, and the strange sticky water film on the sword did not attract his attention, and the sword light pointed at the throat of Olwes, who was revealing her figure from the shadows, in a few jumps.

Frantic lightning flew through the surrounding space with the help of water mist to his body, and the ensuing sea of fire ignited his flying robe, and he leaped through the thunder and fire. The face was burned into a blur, but the movement did not pause for half a minute.

"Breaking the Cauldron"! This is the sword technique of the assassin's first destiny! Even if the power of the gods rushes over, the sword will still be delivered untouched.

Clifford, the head of the Holy Knights, appeared behind her at that moment of life and death, and gently pulled her, the sword light an inch away from her cut her cheek like lightning, and with a "boom" the hilt sank into the ground.

The assassin's body fell to the ground, his indifferent head looking up at the crowd, and he did not use his fighting spirit to resist the attack of magic, and burned completely in the thunder and fire without saying a word.

This was a deterrent assassination, and Olwes already had a few candidates in her heart, and her cold gaze swept over Devin, Dick, and Dominica, who had a feud with Goldmore and looked like they were in a panic, and suddenly thought of the existence of that "madman" in the ten major families.

Oh, let an ancient aristocratic family rooted in the empire for thousands of years to fight its enemies, I'm afraid it will be all over the rivers and seas.

Anyone could possibly do it, not even His Majesty Hadi Dempsch, who had a shocked, angry, and expected expression behind her back.

Perhaps she had expected it when she returned to Orman, and quietly, she was already standing alone in the storm!

Even the Emperor's stagnant countenance could not suppress the cacophony of nobles, nor could wipe the blood from Olves's face, and they were looking left and right in fear, fearing that the strife would crush their lowly supporting characters who had been brought in for cheer.

The pleasant and cheerful atmosphere was fleeting, and the nobles who had finished the salute lifted their robes with palpitations like maidens and carefully looked at the outside of the hall and the threshold, and the figures who fled on the steps busily looked like a swarm of ants.

Orves took a deep breath, "Your Majesty, you and the Patriarch should take the first step, and Wechen will stay in this palace for a while." ”

The crowd had dispersed, and Olves, who was standing alone in Prince Wilson's palace, looked a little withdrawn, and the sun was shining down from the glass dome of the hall, stretching her shadow alone for a long time.

A carnival could not wash away the silence of two hundred years, and she was as silent as the statue of Prince Wilson in front of her, and even if there was no assassination, perhaps there was no joy or any emotion in her eyes.

She spoke suddenly, and her voice was a little empty in the wide and glorious hall.

"Sometimes we have to live as two or three people, and the contradictions of things themselves accumulate in the human body at the same time. She said to herself, "I, who now have blood on my hands, am not the free and brave humble adventurer I kissed with Belil. ”

"How ingenious... And grandiose remarks. She smiled self-deprecatingly.

"What about you, Prince Wilson, who was assassinated by someone close to her loved ones in the Capetine family, the oldest family in the Empire, and it is a blessing to watch her go to the guillotine with a blank face in the kingdom of heaven?"

"How many splendid and grand banquets were held here two hundred years ago, and all the nobles and commoners, and the outstanding and the extraordinary, reveled here! ”

"The sacrifice for the beginning of the splendid era of the Ten Families. ”

"I understand, war. ”

"Do you understand, Prince?"

"Even if the iron hoof is not raised, how can there be a shortage in the world?The war between the peasants and the nobles, the war between the nobles and the king, the war between the merchants and the officials, the war between the son and the father... The stance of each side is so clear, and every contradiction is so hot, that it cannot be resolved.

"The accumulated hatred erupts! The desire to grab explodes! The pleasure of wanting to conquer explodes!"

"Why am I suffering here? Why are they clothed and fed? Why am I poor and don't plunder? Why am I strong and not conquer? No matter how despicable my deeds are, so what?"

"My people and I will sing the epic of my victory. ”

"I and my people will get a better life!"

"Did the vile voices of the people gather and pour into the palace and drown out the king's sanity, or did the king arrogantly raise his whip and drive his people?"

"Who is the historical torrent called the perpetrators, who has turned civilization into ruins and living beings into bones? Why did this monster formed by the evil thoughts and selfish desires of many people put on a soft veil and turned into an unpredictable fate?"

"It's not that bad, Olwes. "The flower of civilization itself needs to be accumulated, and it is in the struggle that humanity can move forward." ”

"But who can tell me! The blood and sweat of the countless ancestors who have made the epic, who are they shedding for, are they noble sages with goals, or are they ordinary beings who are swept forward by the general trend?"

"Whether it is the generation after generation that has been crushed by the millstone and turned into the fertilizer of the country, or those who have volunteered to sacrifice their hammers for the majesty of the country, can their bodies be free, and their minds can be free?"

"Olves, are you really free?"

"You really don't look like a nobleman's words. The other himself added, "The nobles just need to turn their wisdom and sit back and enjoy it." ”

"It's funny! You complacent victim! No matter how brilliant and brilliant the ancestors of the family are, that generation did not die of vendetta or be buried on the battlefield before they entered their old age!"

"Honor! What is honor?!, like faith, it cannot help but argue that something stubborn is about to go to the grave with the end of the Bronze Age. And the fate of mankind, which is like a gear, will also roll down into the sea. ”

"You're going crazy, Olves. ”

"I'm not crazy, Enid. ”

"There will be nothing left before the end comes, and my desire has never been to be a duke in peace like my father. With the strongest blood and the deepest intellect, I am looking for a way to help the edifice to collapse, just like groping for a ray of light in the darkness. ”

"Why? Why work so hard, Olves, you could have followed your teacher to another plane, to a paradise. ”

"Why? Enid, even fearless adventurers don't want their race to disappear into the dust. ”

"And Belil, don't tell me you forgot Belile, her gaze penetrated my life and went straight to my heart. Without her, the cold stars above me would make me shudder, and the earth beneath my feet would make a hollow sound to me, and I would not be able to climb on the peak of my life, and I would seem so insignificant. ”

"Don't forget your promise, don't forget her expectations, just for that day, raise the banner of your victory, and rush into the castle like a knight to rescue your princess in the sound of the trumpets that greet you in all directions. The two voices said in unison.

"It looks like we've re-agreed. Olwess laughed in the hall and threw her magnificent crown, her silk brocade-like coat, into the air of the great hall, along with the purest cross and the sword of gems given by the Emperor stained with all his glamour.

"it!"

She patted the dust on the waist of her black dress in disgust, drew her unpretentious saber, and stepped down the white and blood-stained jade steps, and the wind stirred her silver hair, and she walked away.