The Altar of Nairaka is located three hundred meters northwest of the Prism Tower, with the Swadia district, the most famous aristocratic residence of Zilvaza City on the left, and the Mertras district of the commercially developed city on the right. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Inquisitors and Priests of the Council of Magic had already made preparations for the altar, but they did not expect that the Celsor Society, a political organization that had always been silent, would send two red-robed mages to oversee it.

Even though the guys in the Council of Magic don't have a good opinion of the Searle Society, they don't have a good deal when it comes to face.

There is a different meaning between the red-robed mage and the mage. A mage is a class that uses magical powers in the form of spells, and although they can become powerful and worthy of respect, only a red-robed mage can have a high level of authority in a high-level organization like the Serge Society.

Empires are not comparable to countries such as kingdoms, and any country that does not have a history of thousands of years and a strong strength accumulated over time is probably not qualified to call itself an empire. Even if you can call yourself an empire, it will have to be approved by the Council of Magic before it can be recorded in the history books.

It can be seen how solemn and solemn it is when an empire wants to decide its next candidate for crown prince.

Skilled dwarven makers continue to create various testing grounds at night, and during the day, human carpenters meticulously repair the centuries-old Nairakar altar, all of which have been practiced for more than ten days before the harvest festival.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon on the harvest festival, and the large square of the Nairaka Altar was full of people at a glance, except for most of the civilians of the Pascal Empire, there were also some outsiders and various guild professionals.

Wanderers, Rangers, Sorcerers, Black Guards, Gladiators, Priests, Bards, and other hard-to-find professions flock to the festival of Nairakar.

The east seat of the Nairaka altar, the main hall of Meglin dedicated to the royal family.

The Silver King was changing into the robe of the King of God in the house, preparing to put on a white gold crown shaped like a drop of water falling on the surface of the water, and the curtain outside the house was drawn up by the attendants who stood by.

With the rhythmic sound of footsteps tapping on the rocky brick floor, Queen Catherine walked in with a sense of emotion.

"Haoze, why did you summon Alpha back from the border city? Catherine seemed a little displeased, "You don't know that this man is very dangerous, it is incomprehensible to take him for himself a year ago, today is a very important day......

"Catherine, calm down!"

The Silver King adjusted the crown on his head, walked over with a smile on his face, and patted Catherine's shoulders with both hands to stabilize her mood.

"I really can't see what you're thinking, why don't you open up with me to share your joys and sorrows after all these years?" Catherine's fiery red eyes were as beautiful as her long, scarlet hair, full of deep doubt, and the light in her eyes gradually dimmed when the silent man in front of her looked away.

"Caesar Alvoled, your brother who was expelled from the country, has arrived at the Sristile Gate in Mozazhen, and will soon be at the altar of Nairaca. I'll see how you face what's going to happen next!"

"Caesar, he's back?"

Facing the frightened expression of the Silver King, Catherine smiled coldly, turned around and raised her hand to signal the attendant to pull up the curtain and leave.

"Catherine, listen to me......"

The silver king suddenly felt his eyelids jump, and sat down restlessly on the handle of the chair, falling into the memories of the past and unable to help himself.

Caesar, Alvoleds was originally the same as him, with the blood of Pascal's royal family, and also carried the surname Pascal, and was his twin brother born in the same year, month, and day. Although they are twins, they look different and have completely different temperaments.

His elder brother Caesar was so agitated that he could not listen to the good words of others, and he was ambitious enough to change the conservative and traditional concept of governing the country, despite the opposition of the people of a city, and as a result, the crops withered in a large area and the grain was not harvested in those years, and in the end the people were not able to survive. The sudden famine, which claimed almost the lives of most civilians, caused a great deal of public outrage at the time.

The first emperor was extremely angry, but his beloved son could not protect him again and again, so he could only expel him from the country, cut off the name of Pascal for eternity, and not be allowed to set foot in the territory of the Pascal Empire for twenty years......

But now, he's back!

Why is he at this time...... It's just this time......

Just thinking about it, the military advisor Gore walked in and said, "Wang, you've been waiting for you outside for a long time, why are you still sitting here in a daze?"

"Gore, Caesar is back......"

"Don't worry, King, Caesar is no longer a descendant of the royal family of Pascal. Besides, the Serk Society, which has not seen any movement for many years, has also sent two red-robed mages to monitor, so you can relax!" Gore saw the Silver King's thoughts, and his face was pleasant.

The Silver King closed his eyes and meditated for a while, and then turned his gaze to the white-haired old man who was over sixty years old next to him, although the traces of time mercilessly crawled all over his wrinkled face, it could not stop him from talking and laughing as always.

"What about Gore, Hairding and the Monks?"

"The third and fifth princes have already returned from the garrison city day and night, and they are waiting for you at the Nairakar altar outside!"

"I haven't seen them for so many years, and I don't know if they have grown! Although this old man is well-behaved, sociable, and has strong organizational skills, he lacks patience and is sometimes too stubborn. The third child is good, but he is rash and unsteady, and his enthusiasm will decrease sharply if things don't go his way, and the boss is not small, and this time he invited Brother Milier over for his marriage with Qingmang. The silver king sighed that time flies so fast, and in the blink of an eye, he is also old.

Qingmang is the second princess of Atlantis, and the peerless beauty in green shirts who came with Bailuo is her.

Gore laughed evilly, pretended to be very serious, stroked his long white beard and said, "You are also the eldest and not small, and you still run out every day like a young man in his twenties!"

The Silver King smiled slyly and pointed his finger at Gore in response, "You old immortal fellow, what a......"

At this moment, there was a soft bang, and the curtain across the hall was opened by a figure who rushed in, and a line like the flow of the corners of the skirt when it was raised in the wind.

Smack!

The Silver King was caught off guard, and his neck was suddenly hugged by a pair of hands that were as slender as jade and skin as snow. He pretended to be very angry and flicked the forehead of the reckless little girl behind him, and scolded in a harmonious voice: "You child, you are always so startled, sooner or later you will be scared out of your heart attack!"

The girl with two two-foot-long ponytails, a short black skirt and long black boots is nineteen, and she is the little princess of the Pascal Empire, Ziling, and the biological sister of the third prince Hairding. At this moment, she was blushing and buried her good-looking and delicate standard melon seed face in the neck of the Silver King, pouting and whispering: "Father, I haven't seen you for a long time, have you missed me?"

"Yes, my sweetheart...... You're going to strangle me!"

"Hmph! didn't miss me at all. ”

Princess Ziling spread her hand angrily, fiddled with her long ponytail, and casually said to Gore, who had a kind face next to her: "Grandpa Gore, you see that my father doesn't love people at all, and he says perfunctory things......"

"Oh, I don't care about this, your father may already have a heart and soul baby when he runs out every day!" Gore took the opportunity to add fuel to the fire, pursed his lips and smiled secretly.

"Oh, what are you talking nonsense, old man......" The Silver King coaxed Ling'er as he turned his face away and scolded Gore silently.

"Huh, who is Grandpa Gore talking about?"

"Ling'er, alright! Now we're going to go out to the Nairaka Altar......" The Silver King's arm was shaken by Princess Ziling, but he didn't retreat, "When this matter is over, I'll take you to the ski mountain, don't make trouble!"

"Don't go back."

"When did your father and I ever repent!

"Hmm!"