What's going on?

Edward couldn't help but feel that he had already breathed deeply, the tentacles of his spirit swam, and in an instant he had already checked everything he had. However, this examination did not seem to show any abnormality, and the feeling of loneliness just now disappeared in an instant as his spirit was lifted.

Delusion?

The Psychic shook his head. Turn around and ascend to the very top of the Mage's Tower.

But just as he was about to take a break, his heart was in a trance, and a certain feeling suddenly became clear again!

It was an indescribable loneliness.

The silence and coldness around him seemed to soak his body, his mind became negative, everything was boring, as if the world had no meaning and life was no fun, and he wanted nothing more than to shout and scream, or simply fall asleep and never wake up.

The feeling was so faint, yet so clear, that even if the mind of a telemancer was already as hard as steel, it seemed a little unbearable for a moment!

Although he already possessed great strength, Edward never considered himself to be out of the realm of normal people...... Emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are the expression of normal people's soul fluctuations......

But now this mood is obviously not normal.

Once again, he tensed his nerves and examined himself, but it felt like he had a will of his own, and as long as he focused for a while, that feeling would disappear, and once he relaxed, he would slowly and little by little rise again. No matter what mental protection he added to himself, that faint loneliness. It's still haunting my heart and lingering.

Could it be that this is my current state of mind?

Edward tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Of course not.

I still have a lot of goals I want to accomplish. There are still many things to be obtained, and there are many things to experience, how can you be so tired of a qiē?

For a moment, all the things in my mind such as purpose, requirements, and experiences rushed to my mind, and the feeling of loneliness disappeared, but the psychic warlock was also confused. The blood surged, and for a while, the breathing on the face became heavy! Although the feeling of loneliness was so light, it was the slightest trace of existence. It's like the sound of water droplets dripping in the quiet night, and it doesn't take long for people to go crazy!

He gritted his teeth and stepped into the sky in one step.

Thin clouds converge in the sky. Like a surge in the sea. A round of moonlight was high, the sky was starry, and the cold wind blew on the face, cold as a pinprick in the face. But the pain made a qiē in his mind become a little quieter, he took a step, and walked aimlessly in the sky, and the thoughts in his heart were sorted out by him little by little, so unconsciously. When he looked down, he saw a dazzling light beneath his feet.

The civilization in this plane is still extremely backward. The magic of lighting is expensive, so that nightlife is only the right of a very small number of top people, and although the night is only just coming, it is only in some very large cities that the lights of the city flicker.

Before he knew it, Edward had gone from Burgundy to Romandy.

He couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart, but suddenly his heart moved, and he simply slowly descended, landed in front of the Louvre, and walked straight inside.

At this moment, the halls of this palace are brightly lit, and the guests are coming, but they are solemn and solemn, echoing with majestic music. The Psychic Warlock glanced at it, and knew that there were at least hundreds of people inside, and it seemed that some important ritual was going on, and among them were many mages and priests...... However, he had no interest in waiting for the ceremony to end, and within a few steps, he entered the hall.

Although there were many guards on the periphery of the hall, there was no shortage of national mages, court knights and the like, but with Edward's ability now, how could they be compared? The Psychic Warlock stepped into the door as if he had no concealment, and the hundreds of guards arranged along the corridor around him, dozens of mages and priests, none of them could notice his figure. Even the magic device that could recognize the badge on the guest's body and use it to alarm the police was only a few squeaky rubbings, and there was nothing out of the ordeal.

In the golden hall, brightly lit, more than two hundred nobles including almost all the famous families and figures of the entire Romandy, at this moment they stood silently on both sides, their eyes fell on the end of the hall, a young man in a rich dress was prostrating himself on the ground in the most reverent posture, and the young kingdom was looking down at him, and suddenly drew the long sword in the king's hand.

The sword unsheathed and swept over the young man's head, humming softly, and then landing on the side of his neck.

Under the sharp sword light, the young man trembled slightly, but this was not fear, but excitement - the long sword was immediately tapped twice on his left and right shoulders, and then it was withdrawn.

This is a ritual of canonization, and in Tumenes, there are only a few people left who need the king's own hands to perform a ritual, except for a few special heroes.

Daemon Long Blackhawk......

Edward smiled.

"In the name of the gods, I make a sacred oath under this sword! Forever loyal to the gods, to my king, to Tumenes. The young man paused and chanted, "I swear to defend my people, before my shield...... They will be far from strife and slaughter, and I swear to teach my people in my ...... Before the sword, they need to turn away from evil, arrogance and greed, and I swear to rule my land, and under my horse's hoof, it shall prosper and be rich and strong, and I swear to be in the spirit of a knight, just and strict, upright and valiant, merciful and generous, and I have made this oath and have kept it with all my life......"

A complex and lengthy eulogy, in an ancient language from more than a thousand years ago, was recited by the young man with a relatively good recital, but by the middle of the year the corners of his forehead were already sweating, but at this moment he saw that His Majesty had crossed the richly decorated scabbard and handed it to him!

This...... According to the established etiquette, this step must be recited by oneself......

The young man's lips trembled, as if he wanted to finish the prayer. But when I looked up, I saw the young face of His Majesty the King. There was a smile on that face, but the moment the eyes made contact with those eyes. The young nobleman froze suddenly—his eyes were so deep that they looked like two dark caves...... No, it's a sublime, immeasurable sky! It's a bright and scorching sun! Between the eyes and it, his body has disappeared, and only the soul of ** is exposed to that gaze. There's nothing to hide!

"I ...... I ......"

The young man's lips opened and closed twice with difficulty, and at last he reached out with a trembling hand and took the sword respectfully with both hands. Then he trembled. Slowly standing up with his hands and feet, he turned to the guest and let out a hoarse and frenzied shout. "God bless the king! God bless the kingdom of Tumenes!"

"God bless the king, God bless the kingdom of Tumenes, long live my king!"

"God bless the king, God bless the kingdom of Tumenes, long live my king!"

One voice, two voices. Almost in an instant. The entire hall reverberated like a storm of salutes and blessings. The voice gradually became neater and louder......

It was obviously not easy for every nobleman's face twitched, and he tried his best to keep a happy smile in the midst of all his shouts, but no one dared to stand still—this was an opportunity to show his loyalty to the new king, and the future prosperity of his family was at stake, and no nobleman wanted to be left behind, and no nobleman was willing to give someone a handle. As long as His Majesty the King did not make a sound to stop it. This shouting must continue, even if it continues until tomorrow morning.

But it seems. The young king, His Majesty, had no intention of speaking out to stop him.

The ladies were fortunate that they soon 'fainted from being too excited,' and the old men began to join the ranks one after another...... But the men in the prime of life could only look at each other and continue to roar like a pack of fighting cocks, and the majesty, as if he had no intention of stopping them, let the shouting continue, only squinting slightly, scanning every cheering face, as if examining their loyalty.

Or maybe the gods were tired of it, and the roar was finally ended by another voice.

"Who?"

Standing quietly behind the emperor, an old man in a luxurious magic robe spoke, the luster in his hand flashed, and a wave of light had already swept outward, sweeping half of the hall, so in the amazed eyes of everyone, the black robe stood quietly in the center of the hall, turning the cheers into an abrupt silence!

"Edward, you're late. The young king said, smiling pleasantly.

The aristocrats looked at each other and asked each other with their eyes, and this kind of appearance hidden at this moment was obviously an extremely rebellious act. But since His Majesty the King himself was not concerned about this, how could these people make any untimely questioning? So, the silence melted away like a drop of ink in the water, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the black robe that slowly walked forward.

"Okay, guys, no need to be formal......"

The king smiled, took the pure gold carved wine glass from the hand of the attendant beside him, and held it high: "We gather together in the glorious hall to receive the gift of God, to make our vision more far-sighted, to fill us with wisdom, to make us stronger...... The kingdom thanks you for what you have done, cheers. ”

Laughter filled the space, and although there was still some scramble to help the fainted, the clatter of wine glasses and loud music immediately obscured it. The aristocrats formed a small circle, the young people looked for their favorite dance partners or consumer playmates in the crowd, and the ladies and girls began to be reserved or charming......

But every figure who is wise enough will set his eyes on the abrupt darkness.

Edward didn't care about those mundane eyes at all, he just narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze over the chancellor of the exchequer beside his friend, and the two sub-figures of the head of the Hidden Knights, but the only one who surprised him a little was the old mage, Benjamin, one of the six mentors.

Isn't this old fellow a little at odds with his friend, and now he's on the united front? Or has he already acknowledged the legitimacy of this 'Prince'?

"Ah, by the way, you may not know it, this is Daemon Long Duke Blackhawk......"

The young king smiled. Nodding to Edward, he said aloud, "His father, Duke Derek Blackhawk, was martyred during this crusade. Duke Dimon has taken his place in his father's place. To be the new leader of the Blackhawk family, he is here to ...... me"

"Oh. Edward nodded, his voice slight, but it made the young king stagnate.

This matter, he saw enough to understand a qiē.

This cute dragon or something, it seems that he finally found an opportunity and succeeded in one fell swoop.

But it's not enough to provide him with those few steel balls. It seems that almost half a year has passed......, right? Well, actually, it's pretty fast as a hot human conspiracy. After all, it is not so much to find an opportunity to kill that duke 'normally', even on the battlefield.

In this way, the power of the Blackhawk family. It will inevitably be cut by Yan zhòng. No, in fact, even if the Duke were to be brought back from the dead, and with a few horses, it would be nothing more than a mayfly shaking a tree for Burgundy today, pitiful and ridiculous.

Today, Edward has no interest in this matter.

The introduction is interrupted. Strain was slightly stunned, then smiled seemingly unconcerned: "Okay." Edward, I know you have no interest in these things. ”

"You're doing a good job with the Empire, aren't you?"

"It's just some trouble. The young king sighed, his gaze swept around him, as if sure that his words would not be heard by anyone:

"There are already signs of division in the Imperial Court, and the growth of the power of the five Imperial Electors has not only not brought them stability, but has only exacerbated this confrontation, and there are rumors that the old fellow has already hung up...... Now that the various imperial electors are too busy to set up their respective princes, they don't have time to manage their subordinate dukedoms, and I also borrowed the latest magic teleportation array from the Mage Tower this time, and it may be impossible for them to defend against it. However, our side is also in trouble, those guys are getting more and more greedy, and their weapons seem to have been obtained from you? ”

"If you want, I can give you the drawings of the smelting furnace and the forging press," Edward said indifferently, "Or, I'll help you kill them all?" The cold voice was also particularly harsh in the noise, making several people standing behind the young king tremble in unison, but fortunately the music and noise in the hall blocked the voice, and only a few people around him heard it—invariably, several old men raised their wine glasses in their hands to cover the spread of the pale on their faces.

"This ...... But I need that smelting furnace, and if I can, your chariot ...... too," Stran said, stunned.

The friend's voice was calm, but there was a strange indifference permeated with it, as pressing as a blade, even the old mage behind him couldn't help but change his face, and the young king tugged at the corners of his mouth, ready to use something to ease, but the man didn't stop for a moment, and continued to ask questions.

"Want this big 6?"

"Well...... this"

"If you want, I can give it to you. ”

Edward narrowed his eyes, the silver luster flashed in it, the light was only a faint trace, but it made everyone around him feel awe-inspiring, the lips of the protection department ** master moved, but he didn't seem to be able to say anything, and the two nobles next to him were already trembling slightly in their knees, and cold sweat was all over their foreheads.

"Really, then give it to me, but to be clear, the money and the beautiful women are mine, and you don't have your share. Strain was silent for a moment, then chuckled.

The Psychic Warlock's gaze lowered and he smiled softly

The people around him woke up like a dream at this time, and exhaled in unison, "Ahem, if you can get this...... This, with the help of Count Vincent, the defeat of the decaying empire is also just around the corner, His Excellency the Earl is young and promising, His Excellency Albert ** Division...... Ahem?"

The Marquis of Jasbeth opened his mouth to compliment, and his hoarse voice was very strange, but he still forced his mouth to speak, but he was only halfway through his words, when he saw a hand stretched out from the black robe, pressed it on the shoulder of the young king, and immediately stopped his words again!

At that moment, the young king's expression changed, as if he reflexively wanted to retreat away from the hand, but his body moved, but at last he stopped—he looked at Edward with a strange look in his eyes, as if alert, puzzled, or a well-disguised ......

"Click!" The piercing sound seemed to shatter a large piece of crystal, and just as the hand reached in front of His Majesty the King, a layer of non-existent energy exploded out of thin air, turning into countless lightning silver snakes and swept towards the black robe! The entire hall was reflected in the electric light! But Edward didn't seem to see the vast energy at all, and his palm pressed down heavily, allowing the electric light to entangle himself!

The imaginary ignition burst out, scorching the human race, did not appear at all, and in the amazed eyes of everyone, the electric light flickered for a moment, and disappeared!

Edward's face was as usual, his palm brushing lightly over his friend's shoulder, as if he was about to dust off it, and the electric light just now was just an illusion on everyone's part.

"It doesn't seem like there's a problem, which curse did Master Benjamin lift for you?" he asked softly. (To be continued......)