In front of the White Tower, the flowers are in full bloom.

In the twilight of spring, the white thorn tree has not yet opened its branches and leaves, only the big flowers at the mouth of the bowl, blooming wantonly, occasionally blowing in the breeze, the white petals fall one by one, and the air is full of fragrance.

"Go south to herd the horses......" Under the flower tree, Innedir stood with his hands in his hands, and snorted coldly, "Princess, can you hear clearly?"

In front of him, the curtain of light and shadow rippled like ripples, projecting the scene that happened at the "Victory Day Celebration" without any difference, and even the sound of the scene could be heard clearly.

Beside Innedir, there were dozens of spectators, either the envoys of the "Holy Alliance" countries to Ranken, or important figures in the headquarters of the Holy See of Light, and among the crowd, the fat old man with an earthy face was the current Grand Duke's Highness of the Principality of Ian. At this time, he was staring at the light curtain with a dull face, and he didn't come to his senses for a long time.

"Did you hear that?" Innediel's tone was full of indignation that hated iron and steel, "Snowton already sees the Southern Continent as something in his pocket, but the allies are still pushing back and doing things perfunctorily?"

There was a buzz in the crowd, and the envoys of most of the countries were indignantly expressing their hatred for the same enemy. However, the two most important representatives, Buyada and Setestien, were still pretending to be deaf and dumb, and they looked like the old gods were there, as if they had nothing to do with it.

"Alas!" said Innedil with a heavy sigh and turned his head away, in dismay.

In the light curtain, Nacini drew his sword and canonized Allegri as the Count of the Empire. After getting acquainted with the procedure, he gave him a simple staff, and gave him a few words of encouragement as he did with Fabino.

The monarch smiled, and Innedir stared at the familiar figure, his cheeks twitching fiercely.

"Someday. I'm going to blow you and the Path of the Lightwalker to pieces. The young archbishop gritted his teeth and swore an oath.

It is a great irony that the enemy will pass through the passage he has opened with his own hands and invade the land he guards.

"The third lord to receive the canonization. Former Principality of Anlan...... Acting Grand Duke, Ansel Borriello. The melodious roll call sounded again.

"After the tragic death of Archduke Onissa in the rebellion, Ansel Borriello was given his edict to temporarily assume the position of Archduke, and during his tenure he recuperated and worked hard to win the support of the people...... "After all, the specifications are different. Modesic praised him for a long time, and then concluded, "In order to resist the brutal rule of the Holy See of Light, Grand Duke Borriello conformed to the general trend of the world and chose to join the empire, avoiding the disaster of war, which is really a wise move and a blessing to all people." ”

But the son of Ansel, who is only promised. It really doesn't match the glorious image set up by the eulogy just now. He tried to keep his figure as tall as he could. The left and right shoulders are uneven as a result. He moved step by step in front of King Nacini, and his knees were already weak, so when he knelt down, he seemed to be strange and plopped. It's a five-body gift.

The white-haired noble elder unfolded the sealed book in his hand, which was made of gold leaf and decorated with purple thunder patterns, which was extremely luxurious.

"Ansel Borriello. Shuntian obeyed the order, the merit is in the future, canonized the Duke of the Empire, the family emblem, the gold leaf, the fief, the former Anlan Principality, all the land east of the Green River Valley, hereditary replacement, eternal and unchangeable. ”

The steps of the canonization ceremony were much the same, Allegri stood aside, rubbing the wooden staff in his hand, but found nothing special.

On the high platform, Ansel stood up tremblingly, his hands trembling, and Modescic subconsciously took a few steps closer, for fear that he would miss the brocade box of the seal letter.

King Nacini seemed to be quite satisfied with this, and even his tone softened considerably. He inquired cordially about Ansel's daily life, and then presented him with a soft armor woven of gold wire, which looked brilliant and quite in line with the taste of this gentleman.

The two of them had been talking for a longer time than they had been with Fabino or Allegri before, after all, there were very few dukes in a country, and King Nacini had to show that he valued Cheng Dù.

Slowly, Ansel finally came to his senses and looked grateful. In any case, even if he can't get rid of the role of a puppet, as long as he accepts Snowton's official canonization, he can always ensure that he will be idle and wealthy for the rest of his life, and he will have no worries about food and clothing, which is enough for this noble son who only knows pleasure and has no ambition.

However, the world is impermanent, and after just a few years, he will understand the horror of fate.

"The last lord to be canonized," said Mordschic after Ansel had returned to his place, "the Founding Grand Duke of the Drano family, the current head of the family, is very old, and the above table requests that his granddaughter Althea Delanor succeed him...... After being verified by the House of Elders, the king promised. ”

Dolges, who had a military demeanor, took a few steps forward and knelt down on one knee. The pace is regular, and the posture is rigorous.

The onlookers craned their feet and craned their necks to catch a glimpse of Athea's demeanor, and when they saw that it was actually a bad old man, they couldn't help but let out a disappointed exhalation. The aristocrats who know more about the inside world exchange understanding glances, gossip and scandals, like weeds on the side of the street, no matter how they are dumped, they can maintain their vigorous vitality.

"Althea Deranor, the founder of the country, the descendant of meritorious service, allowed to inherit the title of Duke of the Empire, the family coat of arms, the eagle of the firmament, the fiefdom, the mountains of the eastern land for eight hundred miles, hereditary recklessness, eternal and unchangeable. Another ......"

The white-haired elder took out a scroll of purple-veined jade slips, and he tried to open his cloudy eyes, trying to determine whether the words on the jade slips were the hallucinations of his old eyes.

......Finally, he took a deep breath like Mordschic and read slowly, "With his danger and skill, he will be given a special ritual system and build a country." ”

There was silence for a moment, and the noise soared into the sky.

Not the cheers or applause that preceded, but shock, amazement, and confusion.

Thousands of miles away, at the northern foot of the Aygons Mountains.

"Yo, this King Snowton is still a lover. The Lord of Shadows pursed his lips and let out a laugh of unknown meaning, like admiration and sarcasm.

"The founding ...... of the Kaifu" Silves shook his head, his tone becoming more and more similar to that of the Lord of Shadows, "Nacini, it's a big deal. ”

"And what about you?" chattered the Lord of Shadows, "why do you try so hard to suppress your innermost emotions and deliberately alienate Anarysta ......"

A shadow erupted from Silves' eyebrows, writhing in front of him, and grimacing. (To be continued......)

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