Chapter 557 [Accusation] (II)

Char didn't dare to speak much, although he could understand the language spoken by the Babylonians, he didn't have a local accent, and he was afraid that he would be exposed when he opened his mouth.

He said a few words vaguely, ignoring the surprised shopkeeper and leaving directly.

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Walking on the mountaintop roads of Babylon is like walking in the sky and clouds, some of which are built on the mountain, while others are suspended in mid-air with the power of magic.

Char stayed on the one hundred and eighth floor for a long time, and finally stood at an intersection leading to the top floor.

No more free entry and exit are allowed.

The road to the top was no longer open, but was separated by a wall and a thick stone gate—the first walled place Char had seen since he entered Babylon.

Although there were no guards, the stone door was obviously not something that could be pushed open at will. Char stood at the back of a shop for a few moments before a man in white with black hair entered the stone gate. When the guy approached the stone door, the door opened automatically, and when he walked in, it closed automatically.

Char immediately walked over and tried it himself, but unfortunately, he stood in front of the door, but the door panel did not respond.

Just as he turned around and was about to leave, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Hey, why are you still here?"

A young man with the same black hair strode over, dressed in a white robe, obviously different from Char's body, with a more close-fitting cut, and a large two-handed sword behind him.

The black sè long hair was tied into a bunch, and the man, who was obviously a samurai, came to Char's side and looked at Char with a frown: "The time for the assembly has come, where are you going?"

Speaking of this, he seemed to be a little puzzled, staring at Char's face: "Which mentor's disciple are you, why haven't I seen you?"

Char didn't know how to answer, and after staring at Char's clothes for a few moments, he suddenly showed a smile: "You are wearing civilian clothes...... I see, you must have been a recent 'returnee,' right?"

After remembering some of the words that Saint Laurent Garros had said, Char breathed a sigh of relief and quickly nodded: "Yes." ”

"It turned out to be the returnees. This man's face showed a strange and complicated expression: "Your accent, you came back from Byzantium, which messenger did you follow, why didn't you teach you the rules here, as a returnee, you are destined to become a member of the guardian samurai, how can you walk on the street in civilian clothes." ”

As he spoke, the man shook his head again, but still showed a friendly smile at Char: "My surname is Han, my name is Han Bi, you can call me by my name directly, or you can call me Senior Brother." ”

Han Bi: What a strange name.

Compared to the Byzantines, Odin, or Lantis, the names are all very long, and this guy's name is indeed so weird, not only shorter, but even the pronunciation is so peculiar.

"My name is ...... Char, Char thundered. ”

Char didn't give out a fake name, and no one here recognized him anyway.

"Char thundered?" Han Bi was stunned for a moment: "Are you a person with a compound surname......? Why am I so unfamiliar with this surname, I only recognize one surnamed Dongfang and another surnamed Situ. Oh yes, there's also a Simon guy, but I hate him. ”

Char laughed dryly, not knowing how to answer.

Fortunately, this guy didn't mean to ask - it seemed that in the Holy City, the black sè's hair and appearance were the best proof, and there would be no suspicion at all.

"Let's go, Senior Brother Char. Han Bi grabbed Char's arm and led him to the stone gate, which immediately opened automatically, and the man dragged Char and strode in, with a smile in his mouth: "The messenger in charge of receiving you really deserves to be punished! I actually threw you on the street so casually, tell me his name, and I will complain to the Senate and let that guy be punished." We are honorable black-haired people, honorable guardian warriors!"

Char still laughed dryly.

But after entering the one hundred and ninth floor, he stared at everything that appeared in front of him with wide eyes, and he didn't have time to think about Han Bi's words.

What a palace!

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The whole holy city, under one hundred and eight floors, all the buildings and streets, even the stone slabs that pave the roads, are a special kind of white sè huge stone, which is said to be something called "white jade".

But the one hundred and ninth floor is completely different.

In front of me is a huge palace, the building is not very tall and grand, but the palace wall is built with red walls and gold sè roof tiles, magnificent and atmospheric.

The shape of the palace is also something Char has never seen before, the roof is pointed, and the eaves on both sides are also pointed, with flying cornices.

The round pillars are all red sè, gold sè floors and steps.

What surprised Char the most was that these pillars were carved with a strange creature that Char had never seen before.

It was something like a great serpent, but it had golden scales all over its body, and its head looked like that of a horse, but it had a pair of long horns—like the horns of a reindeer.

The most bizarre thing is that there are also four paws.

Entrenched in a cloud of mist, showing a fierce domineering spirit that looks down on everything.

There was a huge long banner in the palace, but it was made of wood that looked like a kind of black sè, and the words on it, like a square, were not any kind of writing that Char knew.

Under this palace, there were already hundreds of black-haired people standing there, divided into two sides, unfolded distinctly, one on the right was wearing a robe in white sè, and the one on the left was a robe in black sè.

There are old and young, men and women, but it seems that there are slightly fewer black-haired people in white.

There were slightly more black-haired people in black, but when Han Bi pulled Char through the crowd of black-clothed people, the other party retreated a few steps back slightly, but Han Bi proudly held his head high, did not squint, and strode by.

came to the crowd of people in white, this guy named Han Bi seems to be very popular, many people in white and black hair take the initiative to greet him, calling him senior brother, seeing it, Han Bi has quite an identity among these people in white. He also pulled Char by his side and smiled at the others: "This is Senior Brother Char, a newly returned person, and he is still a little unfamiliar with us at the moment, you are all his senior brothers and sisters, so I should take care of this new junior brother in the future." ”

His words attracted a lot of harmony, and many people greeted Char warmly, and for a while, Char didn't know how many times he was called "junior brother".

Just as everyone was greeting, there was a sudden movement on the steps of the palace.

Several huge leather drums were pushed out, and several tall giant strong men, ** with upper bodies, each bald, holding drumsticks in their hands. The six-sided drums sounded at the same time, and the fierce and rhythmic drum beat came, and the hundreds of people below all cheered one after another, and even the senior brothers around Han Bi also stood up separately.

Soon, out of the palace gates came several robed men, most of whom looked very young, some with pale beards, and the youngest looked to be at least forty years old.

The robes these people wore were all sè, black, white, gray and red, very mixed, but the only thing they had in common was their appearance, all of them had black hair.

Char silently counted, there were eight people in total, but he heard someone around him whispering: "Why is Mr. Du gone? Mr. Du can be a senior elder, how can today's elders' meeting be missing?"

Presbyterians?

Char immediately snorted into the gods.

"Mr. Du is ......," Char couldn't help but whisper.

A white-clothed man next to him glanced at Char and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Char is a newcomer, doesn't even Mr. Du know about it?" Mr. Du is the leader of our Guardian Samurai Regiment, and he is also a member of the Senate Council. ”

One of the people next to him couldn't help but whisper: "Yes, Mr. Du is not here, this thing is a little strange! Hmph, these elders are just afraid of what tricks they have to do, these parasites in the Holy City!"

"Let's see what the hell they do! Even if Mr. Du can't talk about them in the Senate, we still have Lord Saint Laurent Garros!

The last person to speak was Han Bi, he was really prestigious, and as soon as he spoke, everyone else immediately fell silent.

Above the palace, among the eight patriarchs, there was already an old man in a black robe who slowly stepped forward and said in a hoarse voice: "It's all here, let's start announcing it." The incident that happened a few months ago, although only a few people know about it, is now impossible to hide. The messengers sent out in the past few months have found many candidates, and some returning samurai have also been brought back. We've done our best, but despite this, the injuries of the Venerable Castle Lord are still ...... I'm afraid that what I can't bear to say is imminent. In the aftermath of that tragedy, we tried our best to select sixteen successors with pure bloodlines from among all the candidates we recovered. All the candidates have already been seen at the last rally. The meaning of the Council of Elders is also very clear, make a decision as soon as possible, because the body of the city lord is probably not able to drag on, then, the Council of Elders has now made a final decision, and we have selected the final heir to ......"

The elder's words were intermittent, old and weak, but everyone below listened quietly, until he said that he was going to decide on the candidate, Char saw Han Bi beside him suddenly show an angry expression, strode forward, and shouted: "Holy City Guardian Warrior Han Bi, you have something to say!"

The elder seemed to have expected someone to interrupt, closed his mouth, looked at Han Bi condescendingly, and said coldly for a while: "Well, it's a kid from the Han family, what do you have to say?"

"This is not in accordance with the rules!" Han Bi met the other party's gaze and said coldly: "The inheritance of the position of the city lord has always been personally appointed by the city lord! Even if the current situation is special and the city lord himself cannot be the director, if the Council of Elders wants to decide on the candidate, it must also have the consent of the guardian of the Holy City! Since it is the decision candidate, why doesn't Mr. Du, who represents our samurai regiment, attend? Mr. Du has not expressed his attitude, so no matter what this decision is, the warrior of the guardian of the holy city cannot admit it!"

The elder looked at Han Bi coldly: "The decision was made collectively by the Senate, even if it was Mr. Du, he was only a member of the Senate, and no matter how his vote was decided, it would have to follow the collective decision of the Senate." ”

"If it's an ordinary thing, it's naturally like this! But the inheritance of the city lord of the Holy City, according to the iron law of the past, this kind of extraordinary inheritance, the leader of the guardian has the power of veto! After all, the succession of the city lord must be sworn by all the guardians of the holy city! If it is not recognized by the guardian, he cannot succeed the city lord!"

Han will argue on the basis of reason.

"Mr. Du alone can't represent the meaning of all the guardian warriors. The patriarch said lightly.

"Mr. Du is the leader of the samurai order, he is naturally our representative!" Han Bi calmed his tone slightly: "Respected Elder, I don't want to oppose your decision, but ...... Regardless of what this resolution is, it must be produced in the presence of Mr. Du. ”

"Even if Mr. Du is not present, aren't you members of the samurai group also there?" The patriarch looked at Han Bi coldly: "To have the recognition of the guardians, it's very simple, I say the decision of the senator's council, and then the samurai corps present choose whether to agree or not in person, if the majority agrees, then it's okay!"

Han Bi was stunned, although he felt that something was faintly inappropriate in his heart, but he really couldn't say any reason to object, hesitated again and again, and couldn't help but say: "But Mr. Du......"

"Mr. Du has important matters that he cannot attend, and as for the reason, this is a secret of the Senate and cannot be announced to the public. The elder above shook his head.

"......" Han Bi sighed, looked back at the many companions behind him, and finally closed his mouth.

Seeing that Han Bi was no longer talking, the elder above seemed to be a little more relaxed, and then looked at everyone below, and said slowly: "The decision made by the Elder Council, the new city lord's heir, we have chosen ......"

Char suddenly noticed a detail keenly, just when the old man was about to make an announcement, the other elders above seemed to have a somewhat relieved expression on their faces.

But at this moment, before the elder could say the name of the heir, a crisp and indifferent voice was heard in the distance.

"Whoever comes out of your mouth, I refuse to pledge allegiance to this guy. ”

A red figure suddenly floated from the intersection in the distance.

The long black sè flying hair, the slender and slender figure wrapped under the red sè robe, like a red cloud floating. From a distance, Xianzi is outstanding!

There was an exclamation, and then the crowd was in an uproar!

Almost all the white-clothed warriors knelt down on the spot, and many exclaimed, "Lord San Garros!"

The woman who came, like a breeze floating through the crowd, finally landed under the steps of the palace, her bright eyes swept the audience, but her eyes were as cold as ice!

The white-clothed warriors, led by Han Bi, suddenly became excited, and Han Bi's face was even more excited, and his eyes were full of admiration.

Only Char was in a cold sweat, and quickly lowered his head deeply.

The arrival of Saint Laurent Garros suddenly made all the elders standing above change their sè, and a few people subconsciously changed to bend down and salute, but they finally held back, and some of them were even more faceless.

"Very well, the people are very uniform today. Saint Laurent Garros's gaze was cold, swept over the faces of several senators one by one, and then showed a sneer: "Since we are all here, before you say that so-called resolution, I have a few things to announce." ”

As she spoke, she raised her right hand high, stretched out her index finger, and pointed at the elders, starting with the old man standing at the front:

"I, as a member of the Warrior Order of the Guardians of the Holy City, file a complaint with the Holy City Senate!"

"I accuse the members of the Senate, Zhou Zhengdao, Wu Xiangxian, Slater......" Her fingers pointed at each of the senators: "Jin Daolin, Larenzo, He Xifeng, Gu Mintello, and ...... You!"

Her fingertips finally rested on the elder who had spoken: "Your Excellency Simon!"

Saint Laurent Garros took a deep breath, his gaze becoming colder and colder:

"I accuse you, a total of eight elders, of committing the crime of rebellion against the Holy City!"

"I accuse you eight elders of committing the crime of conspiracy against yīn!"

"I accuse you eight elders of conspiracy to murder a member of the Presbyterian Church!"

"I accuse you eight elders of trying to murder the current city lord!"

came out word by word, and everyone present was stunned!

Saint Laurent Garros said in a cold tone: "The above, for my accusation! Then ......" She seemed to pause deliberately, and continued: "In my capacity as the guardian of the Holy City in this generation, Saint Laurent Garros, according to a special decree, the city lord cannot be controlled, and I temporarily act as the city lord, for the above accusation, I sentence you...... Death penalty!"

Rumble!!

There was no more silence below, and there was an uproar, mixed with exclamations, screams, angry roars, and shouts......

Char finally raised his head, took advantage of the chaos to hide in the crowd, and secretly aimed at Saint Laurent Garros, but found a detail that made him frown.

Although Saint Laurent Garros was full of murderous energy, her face was cold and calm, and she raised her right hand and pointed at the elders, but her left hand was behind her back, and her palm was hidden in her long sleeve......

And the sleeves seem to be trembling slightly, inexplicably!

A drop of crimson blood fell from the sleeve and fell on the white jade-like floor!

Char's eyes suddenly changed!

This Saint Laurent Garros, it seems, is injured?