The next day, in the morning. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mouton and Emilia have already dressed up, and Emilia is dressed the same as when Mouton first met her, except that there is an extra layer of white cape on the outside.

Looking at the luxurious dragon cart outside the gate, Emilia took the lead and said, "Rozval has already gone to the royal city, now the two of us should hurry over." ”

"Hmm...... Well, it's up to Rem and Pleiades to watch. Mouton turned to look at the two of them.

"Don't worry, Brother Mouton."

"Mouton, don't worry, leave it to Rem!"

Smiling, Mouton let Emilia into the luxurious dragon carriage, Mouton also sat in, and then the dragon carriage took its own action.

This is a specially trained earth dragon, and there is only one place to go, and that is the royal city, so it doesn't need anyone to drive it.

Looking at the dragon car walking away, Rem reluctantly withdrew his gaze, looked at the Pleiades, and said, "Let's clean up here today, we should stay in this place for two more days." ”

"Well, that's exactly what I wanted, Rem, so let's do it now!"

……

The red earth dragon drove through the clean and bright aristocratic streets, towards the royal city, and in the carriage, Mouton sat opposite Emilia, his black luxurious clothes with gold threads clinging to his body, and a pair of black eyes under his short hair looked at Emilia intently.

"Right...... By the way, Mouton, when you go to the inside of the royal city, you must not talk nonsense...... Be sure to remember this, especially after the elders of the Wise Men come out, and be polite! ”

"I know this......" Mouton couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, "Emilia should be relieved of me, right?" ”

"I ...... Mouton, you understand, it's good! Emilia clenched her fists slightly and looked out the window, a little distracted.

After driving fast for a while, the dragon car finally arrived at the royal city, and the fast-moving dragon car entered the city through the entrance of the royal city.

Look at the magnificent and splendid architectural complex, which is a gorgeous royal city that looks like a medieval castle in the West.

Mouton walked behind Emilia, holding the hilt of the pitch-black but golden sword with one hand, raising his head and chest, with the protection of the world, he would exude a faint coercion unnaturally.

Walking along the passage leading to the interior of the royal city, Mouton looked at the passage where various famous paintings and art objects were hung, and at the same time faintly looked at the guards standing on the left and right of the passage, whose faces were completely unclear from their bodies.

Mouton could feel that the soldiers' eyes were all on Emilia in front of him.

"Interesting, these guards don't seem to be from wine bags and rice bags." Mouton could clearly feel the oppressive force coming from these guards, but this oppressive force may have an effect on ordinary people, but for Mouton and Emilia, there is no feeling at all.

Walking to the end of the passage, there was a tightly closed door with the shape of a golden double dragon engraved in front of him, and above the door, there was a decoration of the Emilia badge that Firut had stolen, compared to the miniature badge, Emilia's badge was almost a completely miniature version, and the solemn atmosphere coming from the gate made Mouton slightly concentrated.

The golden dragon inscription that appeared on the gate was decorated and used only by the nobles of the royal capital and the people inside the royal city in Lugnica, the pro-dragon kingdom.

Seeing the guard standing in front of the gate with his head exposed, Emilia and Mouton listened to the guard speak first.

"Mistress Emilia, it's been a long time."

The guard standing in front of the gate took a step forward and saluted with his sword raised towards Emilia.

"He's my knight."

"Yes, understood!" The guard, who was about forty years old, nodded slightly with a serious face, and then said, "Then, please let in Lord Emilia and this knight!" ”

The guard's voice fell, and the golden dragon gate slowly pushed open, and Mouton followed Emilia and strode in.

Walking on the road covered with a large red carpet, Mouton's line of sight is an incomparably spacious interior, with a golden staircase in the middle, and above the stairs there is the deepest part of the room, with five chairs placed on the left and right, and in the middle, there is a throne made of golden red.

This throne can only be sat on by the heir of the kingdom, that is, the next king.

Behind the throne is a wall of wyverns, two opposing dragons as if guarding the gold-trimmed throne.

The ceiling is adorned with ornate chandeliers, and the walls of the spacious rooms are decorated with great splendor throughout.

This is the deepest part of the royal city, where the king holds his council.

As soon as Emilia and Mouton entered, everyone's eyes in the room were already on Emilia and Mouton.

Standing on the left is a group of people in white knights' costumes, these people are members of the kingdom's Knights of the Guard, and on the right, there are civil officials in black clothes, noticing these people's gaze, Mouton snorted coldly, and moved a little closer to Emilia.

Feeling Mouton close to her, Emilia relaxed slightly, and Rozval also walked over at this time.

"Mistress Emilia and Knight Mouton, you're finally here......"

"Hey, Rozval, you're really fast enough." Mouton rolled his eyes, what was the purpose of this guy coming so early?

"Ahh

Mouton pouted, not wanting to talk to Rozval at all.

Just as Emilia and Rozval were chatting, the door at the back was opened again, and everyone's eyes shifted again, noticing the two people entering the room, Mouton's eyes flickered slightly.

The person who came, it was the arrogant Priscilla, as if the whole world revolved around her, and the traveler, that is, Priscilla's knight, Al.

"Yo, brother, I didn't expect you to come so early!" Al raised a hand and walked over to Mouton to say hello.

"You're pretty early, too." Mouton is still a little interested in this guy Al, after all, what he felt when he met for the first time, from the killing intent emanating from him, he knew that this guy was not so simple.

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to come so early." Priscilla held the folding fan and looked at Emilia.

Emilia didn't speak at all, and when Rozval on her side saw this, her eyes narrowed slightly, and then she walked up to Priscilla with a smile on her face and bowed slightly: "This~~~ Isn't it Lord Priscilla~ Really, it's rare to see each other once......"

Rozval's strange tone made Priscilla nod slightly: "Hello, Rozval Frontier Uncle." ”

Just after Priscilla's arrival, the members of the Wise Men's Guild also entered one after another at this time, listening to the voice that reminded everyone to be quiet, Mouton glanced at Rozval beside him, and said lightly: "At this time, where should I stand?" ”

"Ah, brother, you and I can just stand on this side."

Wearing a helmet with a completely invisible, Al beckoned to Mouton, where the group of Knights of the Guards dressed in white and armed with swords at their waists were located.

"It seems that you don't need Rozval to say it."

As Mouton walked towards the location of the Knights of the Guard, he looked at the members of the Society of the Sages who entered one after another outside the gate in the distance, these members were composed of several elders, these people were all extremely authoritative and powerful adults in the kingdom.

The most striking man at the front was an elder with an incomparably slender white beard, and Mouton could feel that most people's eyes were focused on this elder, and the majestic temperament exuded by his walking pace made Mouton understand that this elder was not so simple.

Approaching Al, before Mouton could speak, he saw a red-haired young man turn his head, and this person was none other than the Sword Saint Rheinharut.

"Mouton, here."

"Well, I didn't expect you to come so early in Rheinharut."

"Yo, it seems that brother, you are very familiar with Rheinharut......" Al, who was standing on the side, interjected at the right time.

"Hello, Mouton!" Hearing this familiar voice, Mouton turned his head to see that Phyllis, who was also wearing a knight's costume composed of white as the main color, was holding his hands in front of him with fists in front of him, greeting him.

Mouton shuddered for a moment, and then said a little speechlessly: "It's all men, is it really good for you to pretend to be cute so maliciously?" ”

"Ahh

Listening to the sound of chatter behind him, the purple-haired knight Yurius, who was standing in front of Rheinharut, also turned his head at this time, looked at a few familiar people, and Yurius smiled at Mouton: "Your Excellency Mouton, hello." ”

"Huh? Do you know me? ”

"If you have a chance, I hope to make a friend." After Rius finished speaking, he turned his head and continued to look at the head.

Before he could speak, Rozval, who came over, also walked behind Mouton at this time and introduced some information to Mouton.

"The old man with a long white beard, called McRotov, is not only the representative of the Wise Men Society, but also the one who has the greatest say in the kingdom."

"What do you do?"

"The real power of the state is basically in the hands of the Wise Men's Society."

"Oh?" Mouton raised his eyebrows slightly, and was about to speak, when a loud voice sounded in the spacious room.

"Now please be quiet."

Mouton looked towards where Emilia was standing, and there were three other girls standing side by side with Emilia, two of them, Mouton had already communicated, and only the other girl with long light purple hair and a white fox scarf on her shoulders in a white dress had not yet communicated.

Emilia, Priscilla, Kubait, Anastasia, the four Kingdom candidates have arrived!

Each of them exudes an aura of majesty, among them, Kubait Xiu and Anastasia are currently the ones with the most popular support, and Emilia is the least popular.

(I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, there is another chapter behind~) (To be continued.) )