Elden: Ring of Calamity

149 Bystander

"Yes."

"be opposed to."

"be opposed to."

"Yes."

One by one voices sounded alternately in the hall, and the opinions for and against always maintained a delicate balance. Lucia hadn't made any statement about it yet, but Greg's face became more and more gloomy visible to the naked eye.

These goddamn fools!He gritted his teeth in his heart.

Since he can appear here on behalf of his father at such a highly sensitive moment, it is enough to explain his father's attitude on this matter. One or two of the guys below are real old foxes, how could they not understand this?
But just like that, half of the nobles among them dared to openly rebel and stood in line with the ancient dragon—whether the reason behind it was the acquiescence of the two majesties, the super potential that Lucia had shown in the past six months, or the battle. During the ceremony, several other demigods made clear their positions on the chariot and horse platforms, which made Grek feel a deep sense of resentment.

The handwritten letter delivered urgently by his father yesterday had already predicted today's situation in advance, and he had already made preparations. What is annoying is that he still swore in his reply letter that as long as he represented his father to attend the court meeting, there would be no harm. A golden nobleman dares to support the other party, just let his father feel at ease.

What is this now? I have only boasted to Haikou for less than a day, and am I going to lose face in front of my father again?

"Yes."

"Yes."

The votes of the nobles are coming to an end. When the number 19 seat, Earl Danzer, votes for and against are ten to nine, fortunately, the number 20 seat, Earl Hyde, is one of his father's most staunch servants. The key negative vote was cast without hesitation, making the two parties even again.

"Count Rothschild, it's your turn."

Seeing that the last vote hadn't been cast, Greg turned his gaze to the old man at the bottom, and couldn't help frowning—this old guy was always energetic before, when did he become so old?

Following his line of sight, he saw the old president of the Wangdu Fighting Association sitting on a high-backed chair. Although he was still wearing a dress that was as straight as before without the slightest wrinkle, his aura was still serious. However, from the loose skin and chaotic eyes, it can still be seen that the old man seems to have aged several decades in just a few days, and completely lost the sharp edge when he was in charge of the Gladiator Association in the past.

"I think you should know that if some people hadn't violated the rules and intervened rashly, Rodel's 30-year glorious history shouldn't have come to an end like this, and the hard work you've spent half your life wouldn't have been so easily destroyed."

Hearing Gregor's obviously fanning the flames, Earl Rothschild didn't respond, but just looked ahead deeply. No one knew whether he was looking at the two demigods who were also in the top rank but looked so different, or sitting in front of him. The two majesties who have never said a word on the higher throne, but their minds are as mysterious as the ocean.

"I"

The old man was about to give his final answer when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the hall, and a figure dressed in fine clothes ran in with his body bent, bowed deeply, and said, "Your Majesties, Your Highnesses, and your lords— —City Hall has an emergency report."

Lucia looked at the familiar figure who was so respectful and flattering at the entrance of the hall. The person who came was Xia Bolili. As the head of internal affairs of the Eternal Palace, he was also in the court system of the Golden Dynasty, and he was the only one who was qualified to enter the court for deliberation at this time. reporting personnel.

"Speak." This time, it was Queen Malika who spoke.

Xia Bolili lowered his eyes and did not look at the group of top bosses who could determine the fate of the dynasty in front of him. He responded respectfully: "The Viscount Rowens just sent someone to report that half an hour ago, the Duke of Duoris was surrounded. The No. 20 Nine Knights Squadron Seventh Squadron of the mansion suddenly broke out in a bloody conflict with the Duke's Guards. The Duke himself tried to adjust, but unfortunately was wounded by the Seventh Squadron Knights and fell into a coma."

As soon as this remark came out, it was like dropping a huge boulder in a lake that was so calm that it was somewhat dead silent. Everyone started talking about it, and some nobles who had voted against it before looked at Lucia with a touch of undisguised eyes. anger.

Greco's eyes were even sharper, he slapped the table, got up and glared at Lucia and said, "Your Highness Lucia, isn't it a little too much?"

"Even if you hate the Duke of Duoris, you should wait for the result of the deliberation of the court first, and we will give the ancient dragon dynasty a fair and just account - but the deliberation has not yet ended, and the final ruling has not yet come out, so you instruct your subordinates If you can't wait to put a duke to death, don't you really take my Golden Dynasty seriously?!"

"Grek!" Queen Malika yelled, "The one who injured Duke Duoris was not the Storm Knight of Valyria. Don't talk nonsense until the matter is further investigated!"

"Your Majesty." Seeing the Queen's anger, Greg shrank back subconsciously, but still continued: "In any case, it was Lucia who ordered the soldiers to surround the Duke's mansion this time, and he also used his law to dispatch the troops. In addition, he has repeatedly persecuted Duke Duoris for the crime and punishment, no matter how you look at it, it is hard to escape the blame!"

After all, he didn't give Lucia a chance to argue, so he turned to Earl Rothschild, gritted his teeth and said, "Master Rothschild, at this moment, can you still stand by Gu Long's side?"

At the other end of the long table, Earl Rothschild, who had been listening silently, looked back coldly at the betting eyes from all directions. Although he never thought that his vote would be the final decisive factor before attending the court meeting, for some reason, this situation However, this scene seemed to have been expected, and it could no longer stir up any waves in his heart.

His colleagues looked at him with indifference, sarcasm, hypocritical concern, and self-concealed anger. This scene was so boring to him, yet so familiar.

Less than a week ago, when the two deacons, Duoris and Osarion, attacked each other in their office, and the quarrel raged, wasn't it exactly the same as the current situation?

Looking at the "son of gold" who wanted to jump over and pull his collar to force himself to vote against, the old earl sighed desolately in his heart. Maybe Grek was never a dude who disrespected his ancestors and insulted the blood of the gold family in the words of some dynasty veterans. He just grew up in the golden dynasty that had been silted up into a pool of stagnant water since he was a child, and he blended with everything around him, and he was no longer separated from each other.

If it was just like this, the old man who had already seen the world would not feel sad. Grek was still young, and with the patient guidance of his two majesties and His Highness Godwin, he might not be able to become the second golden prince after decades.

But right across from him, the dragon god from the ancient Sky City seemed too good—up to this moment, even if Gregor made provocations and insults a few times, he still followed the court deliberation etiquette and waited peacefully for his vote. When the last vote was cast, he was as calm as a cliff covered in ice and snow for thousands of years. Even if he didn't say a word, he always exuded an aura that was countless times stronger than Gregor's.

The last young man like this was His Royal Highness Godwin many years ago.

Only such a person is qualified to ring the death knell for the decadent and decadent gladiatorial tradition of the Golden Dynasty, right?

The old man shook his head, cleared those useless thoughts, and said with a long breath: "I abstain."

After finishing speaking, he got up and adjusted his dress, bowed deeply to Malika and Ladagang, and said: "The old minister is old and weak, and he really can't support the follow-up deliberation. The seat will also be handed over to my successor, and please allow me to retire first."

Malika was slightly taken aback, then nodded with a smile and said, "Of course, you can go back and rest."

The old man saluted again, turned around and strode away with relief, his tall and tall figure quickly disappeared into the depths of the palace corridor.

　It took a long time to rest after finishing the graduation project, and it will be updated every day starting today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)