After the Emperor's speech, the Grand Priest of the Church of Light, the President of the Magic Guild, and the envoys of various countries also started to amplify their magic speeches, and the content of the speeches was also very traditional and old-fashioned, which was nothing more than wishing the Imperial Martial Arts Conference to be held smoothly and promoting the ancient chivalry spirit.

The next most eye-catching part is the announcement of the list of judges, according to the customary rule, there will be a total of five judges, the main task is to score the contestants according to their performance and decide the list of semi-finalists.

Not everyone can be a judge, there are many factors to consider, qualifications, ability, experience, background... Various factors come together, and behind the parchment scroll with just five names is often a game of countless forces.

But this year's list of judges came as a big surprise.

The first judge was the legendary marshal of the empire, the former champion of the martial arts conference, and now the president of the Palatine Academy, ----- Morgan, the name of "Imperial Glory" has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people for many years, and sure enough, hearing Morgan's name, almost all the audience at the scene burst into loud cheers.

Morgan is so famous, his extraordinary military and military achievements are the pinnacle of the founding of the Holy Empire, and all the generals on the entire continent cannot match him.

Traditionally, the title of "marshal" is often given only to deceased generals who have distinguished themselves, and Morgan is the only general to receive this honor during his lifetime.

His qualifications as judges are certain, no one can shake them, and for all the people of the Empire, Morgan's qualifications as judges are unquestionable, even if the God of Light comes to oppose it, it is useless.

The second judge is the veteran Monte Cristo, slightly less well-known than the former, but no one will question this decision, as the creator of countless classic battles, the name of the Count of Monte Cristo is written on the cover of every famous military textbook in the empire, such a textbook character to be a judge, there is nothing wrong with it.

The third was supposed to be Archbishop Meron of the Church of Light, but since the Bishop claimed to be absent from important matters, the responsibility fell to a senior priest of the Church.

The fourth judge surprised all the nobles, and this person turned out to be Count Fastia.

Although Fastia became famous at a young age, and is an officially recognized sword saint of the empire, he is not keen on politics on weekdays, and he is still an earl, his deeds are generally only praised among the people, and he does not have much influence in the imperial political arena.

In the past, this place would have gone to a certain Olympia family, but this year, without exception, all of these big families were released from the pigeons.

When the last judge was revealed, everyone's faces showed shock, because this judge was actually ...... The Great himself.

What's going on?

Many nobles in the arena felt a little uneasy, in the past, the reason why the contestants from the aristocracy could monopolize the quota for a long time, the judges were one of the most important reasons, according to the convention, one for the military department, one for the church, one for the royal family, and the remaining two places were reserved for the upper nobles of Olympia or the administrator of a large county province.

And the members of the royal family who are the judges generally do not dare to offend these noble members who have a history of hundreds of years and have a great voice in the central and local areas of the empire, and the final evaluation results will inevitably be biased towards the contestants from noble backgrounds.

But this year, the cruel reality made the representatives of the major families understand that if the players from their clans want to stand out, they can only rely on their real skills.

Is it true that all the knights' places in this year's preliminaries, semi-finals, and finals will be given to civilians who usually look down on them? Or in front of the entire Olympia city citizens?

In the audience, the faces of the vice president of the Palatine Academy and the minister of education were extremely ugly.

"Subjects, a thousand years ago, my ancestor, the great Jupiter, sat here and watched the brave men from the kingdoms of Middle-earth step into this land of courage and legend, interpreting with the blade and blood the supreme pursuit of the way of the sword, which flowed in the blood of every warrior, regardless of kingdom or family. The Great Emperor on the throne looked around the huge arena, and a loud voice pounded on the quaint city walls.

"It is precisely because of this pursuit that so many legendary figures have emerged from our ancestors, and seven epic heroes, led by the immortal Paladin, will lead us to defeat the invincible ancient aliens and win the battle of the dawn, a great battle related to the fate of mankind. ”

"Today, I will carry on the will of my ancestors and witness with my eyes the heroism of the best warriors in the Empire, and I will make a fair decision, no matter where the knight who enters the arena belongs, even if he is not from my kingdom, I will give him the glory he deserves!"

"Because this is not only the glory of the empire, not only the glory of a certain family, but the glory of all mankind, in this arena, all knights do not need to rely on their surnames, but only with the sword in your hand, to fight for the final victory. ”

The audience fell silent, and then the big game, and even the entire city of Olympia and beyond, all the low-level civilians who heard this speech shouted in unison, and the fanatical volume even caused the whole city to vibrate.

"Long live our emperor, long live the empire!"

At this moment, the prestige of the Great reached its peak.

"His Majesty the Emperor has achieved a near-perfection in both the depth of content and the artistic effect of his speech. In the observation deck, Heine chewed on the Emperor's speech, and rarely did not get excited, but commented very seriously.

Euler was indifferent, for for beautiful words and beautiful rhetoric were never as interesting as the boring magic formulas of books.

"Your emperor is very smart!" said the half-awake drinking uncle behind him in a hoarse voice, "He knows how to guide the emotions of the commoners, maximize his political capital, grasp the psychology of the lower-class commoners who are eager to get rid of the oppression of the aristocracy, deliberately dilute the role of the surname, and invisibly win the favor of the commoners, regardless of his background?

"Hypocrisy is so great that it is no wonder that philosophers tell lies are the favorite cloak of politicians. Heine sighed.

"Hehe, young magician, study hard, even if it is a high-sounding word, not everyone can speak so beautifully like that old man. The middle-aged uncle said drunkenly.

"Uncle, you know a lot, which country are you a nobleman?" Heine looked curiously at the middle-aged man who had been quietly behind them.

The middle-aged man shrugged his shoulders, "In front of you is just a frustrated drunkard, not a big person, I'm just here to watch the game with peace of mind." ”

Ola glanced at the uncle of unknown origin, and a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes, although he had been buried in the world of symbols and formulas for many years, he was not a fool without worldly wisdom, and he could see at a glance that this uncle was not as simple as it seemed.

Every word of this uncle from the beginning to the present reveals his attitude towards the royal family of the Holy Empire, which is completely disrespectful, and can even be described as a great rebellion, such a character must not be an ordinary person.

Who could it be?

Ora's mind flashed through a myriad of possible combinations.

In the mountains and forests not far from the Colosseum of Jupiter, Younas, dressed in a dark magic robe, stood side by side with an old man in a simple religious robe, looking at the magnificent building that stood on the plain in the distance.

The mountain wind blew under their feet, and the two of them stood against the wind, Younas's robe fluttered freely against the mountain wind, but the old man's robe was as unmoving as the mountain rock under his feet.

"Drex, is this the stage you've prepared for me?" the black mage narrowed his eyes, his pupils glowing with a strange light, like a wasteland python staring at its prey.

"The Empire's oldest arena, 100,000 spectators, more than half of the big names in the upper echelons of the entire Holy Empire, plus the millions of citizens watching from Olympia, this stage is completely worthy of you, a former member of the World Tree Council. The presiding judge said indifferently.

"Hehe, that's a surprise, but, for the record, my appearance fee is expensive, Drex!" Younas, the black-robed man, let out a gloomy chuckle. "When will that magic array be ready?"

Drakes took his hands, "It will probably take another ten days or so, please be patient, it is also a good leisure project to watch this group of little guys compete in the meantime, [Nightmare] has now infiltrated that arena, he will cooperate with you." ”

"[Nightmare]? is a familiar code name, could it be the rumored killer who is the third ranked killer in the Hunters' Guild?" asked the black-robed man.

Drakes nodded, "He owed me a favor when he was younger, so this time I invited him to participate in this good show, and he immediately agreed." ”

"It's getting more and more interesting. The black-robed man licked his dry lips and looked at the arena in the distance, his gloomy laughter echoing in the mountain breeze.

.........

"Now, let's start with the first item of the preliminary round of the conference. On the high stage, judge Morgan was the first to speak.