When Aslan, Emerson, and Murphy arrived in the waiting area, the waiter led them to the first-class area. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Are you blind!What qualifications do they have to sit next to me!" Lucy saw Aslan and the others early in the morning, and originally didn't want to pay attention to each other, but when she saw the waiter actually lead them to her side, the arrogance cultivated by pampering instantly exploded.

The waiter was scolded and confused, thinking to himself that the guest was holding a first-class number plate, where could he sit if he didn't sit here?

"Thank you for your service, let's take the seats in the row below. Aslan gave the waiter a tip and motioned for the Emerson siblings to sit down.

Obviously, he didn't have the heart to fight with a delicate lady like Lucy, his clear eyes scanned the waiting area, and he found that there were outrageous selections around him, and there must be thousands of people at least.

They are located in the middle of the waiting area, with a bird's-eye view facing the central ring in the center of the field, which is the main venue of this selection meeting.

Lucy, who was ignored, was about to get angry, but a low horn suddenly sounded, she looked up at the sky and muttered, "The empress is coming!"

I saw a golden light suddenly flash in the distant sky, followed by the second, third, and fourth......

When these UFOs approached the sky above the Colosseum, people clearly saw that it was an extremely luxurious floating shuttle fleet.

Almost at the same time, everyone stood up, put their right hands on their hearts, and bowed in a posture to greet the supreme ruler of the Holy Laurent Empire.

Under the watchful eye, a small floating shuttle covered in purple and gold broke away from the fleet and slowly landed in the center of the Grand Zone, a sky plaza with stone staircase enclosures, and a row of spectators below it were all the ruling class of the Empire.

There are not only the presidents of the wealthy merchant alliances, but also the powerful imperial prime ministers, the honorary presidents of the mercenary unions, the rulers of the underworld of the Lion City, several elders of the Pope, and the current ministers of the Ministry of Magic......

They were all big people who could make the empire tremble with a single sneeze, but at this moment, they all raised their heads and looked at the edge of the sky square with a look of anticipation.

Finally, a figure walked to the edge of the sky square in a condescending manner.

It was a woman with a peerless beauty, wearing a purple-gold Qiluo gauze skirt wrapped around her fragrant body, three thousand blue silk decorated with gold hairpins dancing in the wind, her beautiful eyes as bright as a morning star looked down on the tens of thousands of people below, and her plain teeth and red lips raised a confident and powerful chuckle.

"Long live Empress Isabel!"

The crowd didn't know who shouted this sentence first, and a shout immediately swept the audience, and the sound waves one after another made the atmosphere reach an unprecedented climax.

Isabel seemed to enjoy the support of her subjects, and she raised her soft arms and waved her fingers at them gently and implicitly.

It wasn't until a fleet of floating shuttles flew into Skyrim again that her smile froze a little.

At the same time, the call stopped abruptly, and tens of thousands of viewers all lowered their heads as if they collectively saw money picked up on the ground, and never raised it.

Waiting area

Aslan looked up at the sky and wondered, "Who is here this time?"

"Idiot, don't bother me! The saints are here, don't you bow your head quickly!"

A palm suddenly pressed hard against Aslan's head, and without looking back, he could hear that the voice was owned by Lucy.

"It's coming, it's coming, is it necessary to be so scary? Anyway, your background is not bad, my father controls the spy organization on the face of the meditation tower, and what kind of saint do you need to be so respectful?"

As soon as Aslan's belly was spoken, everyone around him looked at him with a very strange look, including Emerson and Murphy, who were closest to him.

"You don't want to live anymore, the saints are the nobles of the world, before Roland was founded, they had ruled over the human race for more than 7,000 years!"

A male nobleman behind him tried to tell Aslan about the strength of the Holy Clan, but he still didn't bow his head, because he found that at least a dozen or so candidates nearby didn't bow their heads either.

He was well aware that in order for the ruling class to consolidate its power, in addition to suppressing the rebels by force, it also needed religion to resolve the resentment of the oppressed in the name of the gods.

He is a wanderer who holds his fate in his hands, and the so-called world nobles and the Heavenly Emperor Sect cannot dominate his will.

Besides, there were at least tens of thousands of people in the audience, could it be that those saints would send people to check one by one to see if any of them had bowed their heads to greet them after they came?

Seeing that Aslan did not mean to bow his head, Emerson's eyes flashed with admiration, but soon dimmed, he lowered his head and said: "My father is a big tree, my mother and sister are the birds that perch in the big tree, and I am a fruit hanging on the branches. Before the tree falls, the fruit must break free and come to the earth, where it will grow into another tree that can be inhabited by birds. ”

"I didn't look down on you, my adoptive father also told me that if you are not strong enough, then obediently endure and hibernate. Aslan smiled and placed his palm on Emerson's shoulder, and for a moment, Emerson felt that he had found a friend who could be entrusted with his fate.

The sky plaza in the distance

A domineering gilded floating shuttle slowly landed, and after the hatch opened, Wicalant, dressed in a gold-patterned white robe, walked to Isabel's side with Erya's steps.

"Beautiful Empress Isabel, please forget my papal status for this moment, and I am here to observe this seed selection meeting from the standpoint of the Holy Family. By the way, I heard that Prince Franklin is planning to participate in this year's Varsity Cup, and I'm really looking forward to seeing him perform well in front of the crowd......"

Wicalante greeted the ruler of the largest empire of mankind with a calm tone unique to the world's aristocracy, his eyes flashed with the light of benevolence and majesty, and the aura of being in charge of the situation made the audience awe-inspired.

"I'm glad you're here, but I think there's something else you'd like to talk to me about. Isabel sneered.

"Your intuition is still so accurate, I don't know if you have received some reports recently, your Chancellor of the Exchequer has reached out to the treasury, and it is said that most of his embezzled money has flowed into a pirate force through an underground organization, what is the name?" Wicarante said thoughtfully: "Remember, the name is the Angry Lion Pirates." This is a big event, the reason why the Chancellor of the Exchequer you personally promoted embezzled state assets was to support a pirate force in the Magic Sea. ”

Isabel's body shook, and after a moment of silence, she suddenly moved her lips to Wicarante's ear, as if she was whispering shyly, this scene looked very kind and warm, but the sharp-eyed people found that Wicarante's face looked a little gloomy.

"Regardless of whether the ruling group of the Holy Clan at the moment is hawkish or dove, eighteen years ago, you led an army to attack the palace at night, and took away the royal brother and queen mother when I was sixteen years old, and one day I will settle accounts with you. ”

"Wilhelm the Great is really not dead......," Wicarante gritted his teeth, "If it weren't for your insatiable greed and attempt to subvert the rule of the Holy Family, the old Pope would not have acted before you were ready to rebel." Isn't this situation very good now, no one knows what a story about the battle that took place in the palace back then, the death of Wilhelm the Great, who loved the people like a son, due to overwork, and the death of his two wives and children because of the loss of their loved ones, and finally suffered from heart disease. Together, we can rule over the insatiable untouchables and keep human civilization alive. ”

He paused suddenly, and sighed: "The war drums of the Peak Mountain Range are sounding day and night, if we humans continue to be suspicious of each other and fight among themselves, the army of the Eastern Earth Alliance will cross the Peak Mountain Range sooner or later, at that time, whose hands do you think the fate of our human race will be in the hands of?"

"We humans ......," a mocking chuckle tugged at the corners of Isabel's mouth, "Let me tell you something, my dear nephew once disguised himself in an auction to give me a hibiscus, do you know what his pseudonym is?"

"What?" Wicarante looked a little puzzled, unable to understand why the other party had suddenly been involved in such an inconsequential matter.

Isabel stared at Wicarante word for word and said, "The pseudonym he uses is Berlin." ”

As she expected, the other party's body trembled suddenly, and his eyes flashed with consternation.

"Dear saint, Berlin should be the name of a city, this city seems to be far away in a low-level world. ”

Isabel pressed her lips to Wicalant's ear again, this time her tone menacing, "Don't think I don't know where you're from and why you're here." If we are in a hurry, I will expose the location of this land, and let the cosmic races that are enough to crush us know that there is a group of lost dogs here. ”

"Is the net broken...... Good, good, good, you're such a crazy woman. ”

Wicalante breathed heavily, and as he struggled to calm down, Isabel walked to the edge of the square, picked up a magic voice, and began to speak the preface to the conference.