752 Flotation

At this moment, Modesic keenly felt that Davide had a slight unhappiness.

But this emotion was fleeting, and Davide dispersed the crowd as if nothing had happened, and went over to talk to Vilano. Mordschic continued his work, directing the chamberlains to line up the golden-red lion flags on both sides.

This is the most chilling enthronement ceremony in the history of Snowton, and even the "Golden Lion" Bi Lie invited all the tribes of the steppe when he founded the country. Today, however, the ceremony was held in a small square in the palace, with only a few hundred people watching, because Viranoo feared that there would be too many people outside the palace to control the situation.

When the sun sets and the gold melts, the enthronement ceremony officially begins. Under Villanoo's orders, Mordesic read King Nacini's edict in public, and then those present came forward in batches to swear allegiance.

The mages and warriors under Vilanoo are eyeing each other, and if anyone does not comply, they will be taken and imprisoned. After some purging, the number of people in the stadium was reduced by a third, and many of them were familiar to Modesic.

He sighed and stood beside him, watching the farce. After everyone had taken the oath, Vilano personally put on the crown for Davide, which was temporarily found from the palace treasury.

It's ridiculous, and many of the ministers shook their heads secretly. Did Viranoo think he was the archbishop of the Holy See to crown the monarchs of the kingdoms under his rule? The last time this happened was back in the Dark Millennium.

Davide didn't say anything, he held his head up triumphantly and accepted the cheers of the crowd, but because the number was too small, the applause was sparse, and it couldn't help but look a little shabby.

"Next, the king needs to appoint the chief officials of the six provinces and three divisions to form his own royal court. Mordschic reminded softly. He still has some understanding of the relevant process.

"This ......," Davide looked at Vilaneo in embarrassment. Successive crown princes have their own staff groups, and before he ascends the throne, he can draw up a suitable list, but he is unprepared. If you catch ducks on the shelves, you will inevitably make a mess.

"Forget it, I'll appoint in a few days," Viranoo commanded, waving his hand, "skip this link." โ€

"Determine the king's name, the king's banner," Mordschic explained in detail, "such as the first king." The name is 'Thunder Lion', and the king's flag is black, with a golden body and silver mane, and the mane is twisted into the shape of lightning......"

"I know," Davide interrupted him impatiently, muttering, "as for me...... It's called the 'Flame Dragon King', how about it?"

"The Snowton royal family. It was lion's blood, not dragon's blood. Modesic corrected.

"The king. 'Flaming Dragon Lion', the flag color is also black, the flaming red lion emblem, with wings and a curly dragon tail. Villanoo spoke, his tone unmistakable.

"And. The flag is adorned with silver stars," Davide thought for a moment, and added, "to highlight the master's merits." โ€

Bilano glanced at him, but nodded. "Okay, so be it. โ€

"Now that it's all decided, it's time for dinner......" Mordschic looked around, and as the sun set, the cold wind rose in the square, and the poor old and frail officials, rubbing their hands and stamping their feet, could not dispel the chill to the bone.

Moreover, they did not get a grain of rice for a day. Cold and hungry, with an uncertain future, there was no joy on everyone's faces on this occasion that should be celebrated.

"A feast will be held in this place. Villano, however, was inconsiderate. Seeing that Modescic was about to speak and stopped, the old magician snorted, "What, can't you?"

"Yes. Mordschic took the order and ordered the chamberlains to set up tables and chairs in the square and serve the dishes. The civil and military officials who were hungry and red-eyed rushed up, and even neglected the dignity and humility of the seat.

"If it's cold, drink more," Vilaneo smiled slightly, and his voice resounded throughout the audience, "After the feast, each of you will write a letter from home, and I will send someone to your house to report your safety." โ€

The banquet, which was originally a little noisy, suddenly fell silent. The later nobles and burgher leaders finally understood that they had boarded the thief ship, looked at each other, and the delicacies in their mouths tasted like chewing wax.

"Prepare some tents for them to live in," Villanoo gestured casually, "and this place is empty, so it will be set up on both sides for easy management." โ€

This enthronement ceremony is truly unprecedented. Modesic thought to himself as he bowed down. However, Vilano's eagerness confirmed his suspicions.

King Nacini must still be alive.

The night is as cool as water, ice water.

King Nacini was tired and tired, but he could not sleep.

Walking out of the tent and walking back into the tent, I drank a glass of wine for half an hour, but I always felt that it was difficult to swallow.

He had already returned to the barracks and ordered the soldiers to leave the camp early tomorrow morning and rush to the "Fortress of Sorrows". As Vilano's point of view, this is the only hope left, and the key to turning the tide of victory and defeat, as long as the corridor of Elendil is reopened, reinforcements and food and grass can pass through the iron wall and continue to move south.

At that time, what if the "Road of the Light Seeker" is cut off, what about the fire in the Green River Valley, and the Snowton South Expeditionary Army can still sweep through Tiannan and regain its glory.

Really, will it?

King Nacini sighed and drank the remnants of wine from his cup. He blew out the lamp, lay down on the couch, and forced himself to sleep.

You must recuperate, even if you kill, you have to kill a way. Besides, although the "Fortress of Sorrow" is entrenched, it has never expanded outward, and after so many years, the resentment should also dissipate, right?

Coupled with Villanoo's help, maybe it can really open up a north-south passage.

When King Nacini fell asleep, there were many people tossing and turning in the small square of the palace.

Every six people shared a tent, no loud noises, no talking to each other, Viranoo sent his cronies to supervise the tent, and there were golden-robed guards patrolling back and forth outside the tent, which was foolproof.

"How many days will it take for the barbarian to arrive?" the old magician asked in a low voice when he saw Davide approaching.

"By the morning after tomorrow," Davide replied, after a moment's reckoning, "if it's fast, late tomorrow night." โ€

"Order them to be stationed ten miles north of the city," Villanoo instructed. "Take over the city defenses gradually so as not to cause panic. โ€

"Yes, Master, are you going to ......" Seeing that he seemed to be about to leave, Davide was a little puzzled.

"Don't worry, I'll leave the 'Star Dome' behind. Villanoho waved his hand. The light mist rose and shrouded the entire palace, and the blurred starlight dotted it was beautiful.

"The powers of the city are all in the palace," the old magician whispered, "and with the protection of the 'Star Dome', no one can invade this place. You must make good use of them, and those who are perfunctory will be coerced by force, and those who are shaken will be tempted by their power, and if they do not comply, they will be killed and made an example, so that you can control the whole city. โ€

Pointing to the tents, Viranoo turned and stepped into the temple. Subsequently. He chanted a mantra to create a doppelganger, pretending to be meditating. He himself retreated into the void and disappeared in an instant.

Compared to Snowdon's Palace, the "Tower of Winds" is a more perfect prison.

There is no need for a "Star Dome", and the prisoners have no way to escape, because this is a floating island 10,000 meters above it, except for the Wind Mage. Anyone who jumps down will fall into meat sauce.

Since that day, Oneisha has not been here, and only Allegri and Turandze are facing each other day in the palace. First, small talk. Then to the heart-to-heart talks, and in the end, Allegri even taught him backgammon.

One of them wears a black robe, the other wears blue, and they are torn off and kneaded into a ball, which can be used as chess pieces. As for the chessboard, it was the remaining spell casting materials on Turanze's body, and it was painted with water, and the two of them had a lot of fun, leaving the troubles in their hearts behind for the time being.

"Brother, according to this theory, it seems that there is a more advanced way to play?" Turanzer was extremely talented, and soon went back and forth with Allegri, and also drew inferences and asked such a question.

"Of course. Allegri raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and began to explain the way of Go. Turanze was so fascinated by it that he rolled up his robe and tore off a strand of cloth.

"Stop, man," Allegri hurriedly stopped him, "tear it up again, and I'll have no clothes to wear." โ€

"Why should a dying person care about anything outside of him?" asked Turanzer rhetorically.

"I'd like to leave a shroud, right?" Allegri asked, looking out the window, surprised, "Where are we going?" From his position, he could see the bright moon in the sky, and the waves below it were rippling and boundless.

"It is a clear blue sea," replied Turanzer, after a moment's thought, "and we have traveled west since last night, and now we must have reached the skies over Thorm. โ€

"What are you doing here in Thorm?" Allegri wondered, "Could it be that Buyada is here, what other secret chess pieces are there?"

"Do you think they're going to tell me about this kind of thing?" Turanzer shrugged, and had to say that his temperament had changed a lot after this tempering.

"Yes," Allegri sighed, curled up, and muttered, "I'll sleep for a while." โ€

Turanze nodded, and said no more, but after a long time, Allegri could still hear the sound of strands of cloth tearing.

In this state, it is difficult to fall into deep sleep.

Having fallen asleep late at night, and waking up in the early hours of the morning, Allegri moved his aching joints and found Turanze sleeping soundly on the table, with large and small pieces of cloth scattered in front of him.

Allegri looked around and couldn't help but laugh dumbly, the other party's mage robe had turned into an over-the-knee skirt.

He turned and walked to the window, and looked far away, the blue sea under his feet, and the mainland was rapidly receding.

"So their destination is not Thorm, but further out into the open sea," Allegri thought to himself, "but there is nothing at sea, is it possible that they are going to hunt sea monsters?"

He shook his head, amused himself. As Turanzer said, why should the dying bother?

"Come on, a few more games. At this moment, Turanze also woke up, he first muttered a few words, then got up and walked to Allegri's side, and said in a very low voice, "Every day at this time, the teacher will meditate for half an hour, which is his habit for decades, and there will be no exception. โ€

Allegri was stunned for a moment, then reacted and nodded quietly.

"Put it away. Turanze's hand slipped a piece of cloth a square foot from under his ribs.

"What?" Allegri asked quietly.

"On my robes, there are three subordinate circles, and this is one of the 'levitation techniques'," Turanze replied softly, "Although it is of low rank and has poor results, it also requires less mana to activate, and if you can find a chance to escape, at least you will not fall to your death." โ€

Allegri nodded silently, with his current state, even if the "Wind Wing Technique" scroll was placed in front of him, he would not be able to drive it, but it was a low-level "Levitation Technique", maybe he could give it a try.

"There's no need to try it now, the invisible 'Wind Barrier' covers the entire floating island," Turanze shook his head and sighed, "If it was placed in the past, a small mid-level spell could be broken by you and me, but now, there is no way to do it......"

"Anyway, thank you," Allegri said, putting away the piece of cloth, thinking for a moment, pulling a booklet out of his bosom and handing it over, "this is for you." โ€

"No, I can't practice fire-based spellsโ€”huh?" Turanze thought it was some kind of magic cheat, but when he looked at it, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Didn't you have an interest in that Christina, but she turned a blind eye?" During this time, the two of them had nothing to talk about, and so on, Allegri also understood, "This book can help you." โ€

"Useful?" Turanzer was not convinced.

"Treat a dead horse as a live horse doctor. Allegri tapped him on the shoulder and walked back to the stone table, his chin propped up in thought.

Ignoring him for playing chess, and not talking to him, Turanze was bored, and dangled around the palace in his over-the-knee skirt.

After about an hour, Rubiang walked in, placed a robe on his desk, and said, "Sir, Master Fadreva, keep your eyes on your appearance. โ€

"Oh," Turanzer replied casually, and seeing that Rubiang had no intention of leaving, he asked again, "what else?"

"The master has instructed me to bring back my old robes after my husband has changed his clothes. Rubian replied in a deep voice.

Turanze snorted coldly, changed his clothes after going to the pillar, then threw the torn robe to him, pointed to the rags on the table, and said, "Do you want to bring these back too?"

"No, sir, let's keep it for fun. Rubion also felt that it was a bit excessive, folded up his robe, and took it away.

"Come on, play chess. Turanze sat across from Allegri and offered to fight.

Allegri tossed a glance to ask, if Fadreva saw the clue and caused trouble to the other party, it would not be good.

Turanze smiled slightly and shook his head, those strips of cloth are not torn to play.

Allegri relaxed and looked out the window as he played against him.

The white clouds are long, the blue sea is miao, what awaits him at that unknown end?

... (To be continued......)

PS: (Updated.) ๏ผ‰