The guards of the King's Sword are now fully armed, and unlike the usual light attire, the members of the guards today are all dressed in black uniforms, and then covered with a layer of chain mail, and the outside is armor with gold stripes on a silver background. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ.. Behind it hangs a scarlet cloak with a ring of mink fur around it, and a covered helmet on its head, only a pair of eyes are exposed. The helmet is covered with bright red feathers, and they flutter like flames in the wind.

The guards hold swords in their hands, majestic and majestic, showing the power of the emperor. Two rows of King's Sword guards, a total of sixteen men, were assigned to the palace gates, where a captain of the guard and two guards checked the people who entered. At the request of the guards, the weapons that Sir was carrying at all times were removed and placed on a nearby weapon rack. Allen, who knew about this rule early on, didn't bring the Red King today, and only brought the demon with him.

Seeing Julian, the guards stood straight and saluted the prince. Stained with Julian's light, and seeing that Eren had no obvious weapons on his body, the captain of the guard did not ask for a search, so he let the two pass. Walking into the Triumph Palace, you can clearly feel the solemn atmosphere here, which is completely different from the previous two times. On the day of the Honorion Day, the people in the Triumphal Palace were full of curiosity and expectation, and the atmosphere was not tense, but a little festive. The second time I met Targario, the palace seemed quiet, as if thousands of years had been frozen here.

This time, there were not as many people as on the Medal Day, but the people who could enter the hall were all big lords from all over the northern territory, and these counts and the two or three marquis were seated according to the arrangement of the guards except for a few words of greeting. There is still a high platform in the center of the palace, which is the throne of the emperor. On each side of the stage, there are four chairs arranged in a figure-of-eight pattern, which are intended for other officials. The knights below sat on two sides, leaving a wide aisle in between, and if they had any opinions, they could walk up to the aisle and face the king and put forward their ideas.

The identity of the three Alan today is only to observe, so they are led to the auditorium on the left. There was a row of seats in the auditorium, but only the three of them were seated.

When all the participants had arrived, the guards closed the gates, and the entire Triumphal Palace was so quiet that it could be heard. On the walls on both sides of the main hall, fierce beasts that have been killed by successive generations of royalty silently watch the palace, they are witnesses to history, and today is no exception. A moment later, one of the master of ceremonies sang, "The king has arrived!" ”

Suddenly everyone in the hall got up, and no matter where they were, they all looked at the high platform.

On the high platform, Targario strode up, nodded to the people below, and sat down on his throne. Then the former Prime Minister Nebert, the Privy Council President Rogge, the *official Gendry, and several other Imperial Ministers rushed in and sat on both sides of the high platform. In the end, everyone at the bottom sat back in their seats, and Targario's gaze swept over the audience, and he said slowly: "I won't say anything superfluous, since I summoned you today, if you have anything you want to say, just put it forward..."

The Emperor's opening remarks were brief, but they opened the hearing. The next fat man with a bloated body, a face with a base powder, and a gold and silver body on his body moved with difficulty to the middle of the wide road. He half-knelt down to the Emperor on the high platform, this action was very difficult to do, his clothes and the fat on his body made it difficult for him to kneel completely on the ground, at best he could only squat.

In the auditorium, Julian looked at the fat man and smiled: "The first one to come out is a parrot, it's really surprising." ”

Alan cast to ask

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gaze.

The two princes interlocked their fingers: "That's Earl Bled, he was once nicknamed a parrot by his father, and he was proud of it." As far as I know, the Earl of Brad had a sister who was married to a baron. It seems that the baron's title was bought with money, and that man was actually a big merchant. The relationship between our Earl of Brad and his sister is not clear, and no one can now say whether the baron's son is his own or Brad's. In short, with this brother-in-law with a rich family, Brad has been less exposed to light over the years, which is not Lord Earl's weight gain every year. As for his cheap brother-in-law, he didn't really care about the relationship between his wife and the earl, and all he wanted was a name. That Sir started his family as a slave, and the slave catchers of the past have now become a serious private army of eight hundred. Even slave hunting is no longer called slave hunting, it is called conscription, what a high-sounding excuse. ”

At this time, Brad first sang the praises of the Emperor in his usual pompous tone. It wasn't until even the emperor himself was impatient that the count got to the point: "Your Majesty, the empire is fought out of blood and corpses, and the founding emperor once said that if the empire wants to prosper, it must be bloody, so there are lords in various places, as well as personal private armies." This tradition has been deeply ingrained in people's hearts, and now it is very inappropriate for me to overthrow the ancient teachings of the first emperor. ”

Targario on the high platform sneered: "At the beginning of the empire, Olisga was just an earthen fort, and then gradually there was a small town, and then a city. Hundreds of years have passed, and Olisga has expanded and expanded to the scale it is today. Brad, if I follow the old precepts, then I don't have to do nothing? The empire needs to maintain its blood, but also to change, and the latter is the foundation to continue to be strong! ”

Brad has never been a brave man, even if he opposes the reduction of the army, he does not dare to raise it head-on, so he has to play the card of "violating the ancient precepts". Seeing Targario's displeasure this time, how dare he insist any longer, smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly retreated.

As soon as the parrot went down, another man walked to the wide road. This man is tall, with majestic features, a beautiful beard, but the bags under his eyes are a little blue, and he looks like he is stained with wine. He bowed to Targario on his knees and said, "Your Majesty, my eldest brother is the Baron of Raven Ridge, a place with poor resources and thieves. If it weren't for the eldest brother and his army for many years, I am afraid that the territory of White Crow Ridge would have been lost in your territory. It's just that the eldest brother's merits are not obvious, and they are far from reaching His Majesty's ears, but there is no merit and hard work, if he suddenly cuts off his army, not to mention whether the emperor* sent to the territory can adapt to the water and soil there, just for the eldest brother and his soldiers, Your Majesty's move is undoubtedly a negation of all their efforts, and I am afraid that Your Majesty's prestige will be damaged. ”

"Count Betany, a man who has nothing to show for himself. Don't look at his majesty on the surface, but in fact, he is a dirty guy in the mainland. What is the most in Bettany's territory? The brothels are the most of those. Where did women come from? Hmph, it's not his eldest brother's credit. There are indeed thieves in the Raven Territory, but the biggest thief leader is the eldest brother of Count Betani! Julian said in a disdainful tone.

Alan shook his head when he heard this, if it wasn't for Julian's pointing, it would be difficult to see that this Count of Bettany was actually this kind of goods just by looking at the surface. Alan thought to himself, even if this guy can't be an earl, it's more than enough to be an actor.

On the high platform over there, Targario said slowly: "

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Betany, although the empire wants to cancel the knight's military power, it is not without compensation. Don't look at me rarely leaving the palace, but the lords everywhere, everyone has an account with me. I can remember it clearly in the account, meritorious people, reward! If your eldest brother is who he says he is, he will be compensated far more generously than what he has now. ”

"However, if he had, then it would not be a simple cut to lightly expose it."

Bettani was shocked when he heard this, his lips smacked but he couldn't say anything else, so he had to retreat. Then several counts and a marquis came forward in succession, each expressing their differences, but they all came to the same end, hoping that Targario would cancel the reduction of the army. The Emperor sat on a high platform, occasionally responding, all of which were beyond the reach of those who objected. After a dozen or so knights had expressed their positions, Julian secretly prepared for Edward, and would look for an opportunity to present the consent form.

Just then, another knight came up to the broad road. When the man reached Kudao, he was already sweating on his forehead, his body trembling slightly, and he couldn't tell whether he was nervous or afraid. Alan narrowed his eyes, and he saw that the man's hands were clasped together, as if he was hiding something in his hands. Julian next to him said "Huh" and said softly: "This is Count Follen, he has always supported his father's various political views, a few years ago, when the teacher first proposed a reduction in the army, Count Fern also clearly supported it, why did he come to oppose the reduction of the army today?" ”

The Targario on the high platform also sat up slightly straighter, frowned, and said, "Fren, what's the matter?" Even you are against it? Come on, come on, if you have anything to say, just bring it up here. ”

The Earl of Flon was over fifty years old, with gray hair and an unnatural flush on his face, as if he were in a state of excitement. His hands trembled violently, and his voice trembled: "Your Majesty, the lord's reduction of the army is really a ridiculous proposal. His Majesty had not passed it before, but now he has done the opposite. With His Majesty's wisdom, how could he not understand the pros and cons of this. Your Majesty's move today must have been deceived by some people! ”

Targario couldn't help but look at Nebot, and the Prime Minister also looked up, and their eyes quickly met in mid-air. Nebot shook his head, but Targario nodded, no one knew what was going on in their hearts, probably only they knew.

At this time, Count Fern slowly pulled out his clenched hands and said in a trembling voice: "If the order to cut the army is implemented, it will divide the empire, and I can't let such a thing happen." Since Your Majesty's eyes have been blinded, I will remove this person for Your Majesty! His right hand was finally raised, and a dark blue spar between his five fingers was revealing wisps of brilliance, and the lines in it were floating, and a violent source force aura suddenly rose faintly in the Triumph Palace.

"Thunder Fury!"

"Is Old Fren crazy?"

"Stop him!"

There was no shortage of knowledgeable people in the palace, and in an instant, someone recognized the hedron in Count Fren's hand as the Thunder Fury, which was known for its destructive power. If the power of the spar in the earl's hand is fully released, I am afraid that the entire Triumph Palace will be blown up to the sky. The light in Targario's eyes skyrocketed, and the Emperor got up slightly, but someone was faster than him. I saw a red light flash in the hall, and the spar in Fren's hand began to dim. The old earl's eyes widened, and then he realized that his palm slowly slipped and fell along with the thunderous fury.

In the middle of the process, a hand reached out and gently took out the hedron from the severed palm. The smooth surface of the hedron reflects Alan's face.

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