In the afternoon, the Rose Castle, the Council Hall. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Inspired by a special structure, the top of the council hall allows the sunlight to gather and shine a warm glow from the Ice Coral Throne, and Muen sits cross-legged as if he were a god in the clouds, too radiant to look at directly.

Below, the three ministers also sat in their chairs, sharing the light of the throne, and they also looked magnificent, majestic.

Then there was the whole hall, the long tables and benches were already full of nobles, and at a rough glance there were at least a hundred, all of them wearing formal aristocratic attire, and the family crest was worn on their chests.

Finally, there was Victor standing in the center of the room, although he was also dressed up, and he was carrying a war sword at his waist, and the whole person looked a lot straighter, but his face was pale, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, his lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were even more panicked.

The normal Grand Duke, that is, Grand Duke Igor with the help of three auxiliary ministers, dealt with some basic matters.

This kind of aristocratic meeting that gathers almost the entire city of Ilmasu and has names and surnames will only be held when there is a situation that can affect the future direction of the entire territory, or seriously affect the security of the territory.

Today, of course, they are talking about the chaos and ...... within the city of Ilmasu Church of Chaos.

I saw a tall and thin nobleman stand up, he bowed slightly, his slender eyes swept over everyone, and then he said: "Respected Grand Duke and the three Excellencies, I strongly impeach Victor's corpse vegetarian meal."

The entire patrol battalion had 5,000 soldiers, which was equivalent to half a regular army in terms of numbers, and because they were stationed in the city of Ilmasus, they would consume no less than one of the four legions in terms of goods and weapons every year.

But what did they do, what did they do, and what did they accomplish?"

As if containing great anger, the tall and thin nobleman shook his fist as if he was about to smash Victor to death, and roared excitedly: "Let the Chaos cultists infiltrate the city, eight bloody sacrifices in ten days, the lower city was set on fire, two viscounts, three lords, and several big merchants were killed, and no less than a thousand people died.

Then, ten days passed, and he didn't even catch a single Chaos Cultist, not even a single explanation.

I'd like to know, what are we going to do with such a patrol battalion, and what does the top commander of such a patrol battalion do every day?"

The tall and thin nobleman said extremely harshly, pointing the finger at Victor, without saving any face, but it also resonated with many nobles, and even the nobles continued in a weird manner: "Ah, isn't what our Victor Commander thinks about every day is whether he can buy another beautiful maid?"

"Waste that can't get up on a woman, how can we give a patrol battalion to such a person?"

"yes, yes, see if he's so weak that he can't even hold a sword?"

"Waste, waste! There is a strong demand for the replacement of the patrol battalion commander, we need people who can protect us. ”

For a while, Victor had become the target of attack, and the scene became chaotic, with a few impulsive people who seemed to want to beat Victor up.

Victor's face has turned from iron blue to purple, his preference for women is known to many people, and now he has become the target of others' attacks, he knows that if he continues like this, he is definitely a scapegoat, and the target of all nobles to vent their anger.

But at this time, he had no room to speak, so he had to turn his eyes to the Marquis of Fitch-Gustave, the Minister of State.

The patrol battalion, though also considered an armed institution, was not part of the army, and his immediate supervisor was not Eliad, but the Minister of State, and in fact, he was also promoted by Feige.

The old marquis's eyes were a little confused at this time, and he didn't seem to feel Victor's eyes asking for help, but his dry palm couldn't help but shake it.

Immediately, a short and fat nobleman with a tight belt of his trousers stood up, waved his hands, suppressed all his voices, and then spoke: "Count Adla, I am curious, when did you become so eager to be righteous?"

Well, I confess that you took the Agnes family who died in the bloody sacrifice this time, and the daughter of old Grant is now coming home, and I guess it will be a difficult time, but that doesn't affect your judgment.

First of all, we have to recognize the fact that the Chaos Church has caused so many tragedies in the past two years, and as a person here, you should be able to know how many evils are under the blood, and the cities that have been subverted by them are also two.

And the Chaos Cultists have not been hunted down once or twice, but how many times have you heard of being caught?

Therefore, although the patrol battalion and Lord Victor have a lot of responsibility for this matter, but really speaking, the Chaos Church has exceeded the scope of the patrol battalion. ”

"Then according to what you mean, so much of our annual wealth investment is all wasted? Then what do we want to patrol the battalion for?"

"So you mean to say that it's right to let a group of ordinary warriors challenge the Transcendent Crown, or do you think you can win?"

"You should be a transcendent cabbage, right? Even if the Chaos Cultists have some strength, they can't all be extraordinary? How can they not even catch one? I think this is the incompetence of the patrol battalion?"

"So you mean you're done? Can you catch the Chaos Cultists? Why don't you take over the patrol battalion?"

"Hmph, the transcendent is also a human being? If you are a human being, you have to eat and drink Lazar, the patrol battalion really can't match the transcendental, but this is Ilmasu City? It's our chassis, but the patrol battalion can't even find a Chaos cultist's stronghold?

This doesn't mean that they can't even do the most basic control, which is definitely the incompetence of Victor as the Grand Commander. ”

“............”

“......”

At this time, the whole hall was in chaos, there were voices everywhere, there was noise everywhere, everyone seemed to have broken out into a very serious dispute, and a few hot-tempered nobles had rolled up their sleeves and seemed to be ready to fight.

On the throne, Mu En's expression was a little impatient, but in his heart he saw it with relish.

In his observation, there are actually about three circles faintly below.

Most of the people sitting on the far right have elegant manners and an inexplicable nobility in their every move, these should be a circle of ancient nobles with a long history, and their head should be the Marquis of Fitch-Gustave, the Minister of State.

They belong to the party that protects Victor.

Most of the people sitting in the middle are smiling, and they seem to smile first when they see anyone, but the scheming between the words is not bad at all, and the opinions are often to the point, without mercy, as if a businessman is bargaining.

That's right, most of these people were born as merchants.

Muen had heard that when the Grand Duke Harvey was here, because the Minister of Finance promoted was the merchant-born Viscount Elive-Arthur, so slowly a wave of merchants received reuse and obtained the title through various means.

As a result, a circle of tax collectors and merchant aristocrats led by Viscount Elive-Arthur was formed, and in fact, they were also the main force against Victor, and they were the ones who jumped up and down the most.

Finally, most of the people sitting on the far left are wearing swords, all of them are strong and strong, exuding an iron-blooded temperament from the inside out, which should belong to the military faction among the nobility.

There are many aristocrats who advocate military heirlooms, which means that the heirs of each generation must enter the army for a few years, or decades, if not dead, then basically no matter how bad it is.

The leader of this circle naturally deserves to be the Minister of War Eliad, and because the big leader of the patrol battalion, Victor, is so incompetent, most of them are not busy joining the ranks of the attack.

Just when Mu En figured out the following form and lamented that political struggles were everywhere, and none of them were fuel-efficient lamps, this time the Grand Duke's Council had already passed half an hourglass of noisy noise.

The whole scene became more and more chaotic, several nobles had already started to fight, and Victor was also punched a few times in the face, but his nose was blue and his face was swollen, but he didn't care to fight back.

Under the throne, the faces of the three ministers are not very good-looking, and this noisy and noisy will not come to fruition.

Eventually, they looked at each other, and Eliad spoke, "This is the council hall, a sacred place, not a vegetable market, everyone shut up!"

As the supreme military commander of the Rose Order, Eliad has been in office for more than thirty years, and it can be said that most of the current leaders of the army have grown up under his watch, and his majesty is naturally needless to say.

Moreover, as a transcendent crown, his own momentum is also domineering enough, and his loud voice is almost like a thunder drum on the battlefield, echoing in the entire hall, and everyone unconsciously covers their ears.

After everything was quiet, the Minister of Finance, Elive-Arthur, moved his short body and said with a smile: "Actually, I think that holding Victor accountable is secondary now.

How to find out the Chaos Cultists and how to solve this crisis in Ilmassu City is the most important thing to discuss, and everyone can talk about their thoughts?"

Well, it's finally time to get to the point!

PS: This is the first chapter, and I tried to write the second update in the middle of the night and send it.