Chapter 931

The atmosphere was much more serious, and the solemn color filled the whole hall.

Metterne Leopold looked around the hall with his sharp eyes; Then he turned back, nodded slightly to the Archbishop of innoson, bowed respectfully to connord, and then stepped down.

"Give me mouth, hand, soul and authority with the Holy Cross, and I will question it here!"

He pushed away the young priests supporting him on both sides. The bent Archbishop of innocent barely supported his body with his scepter and stood still. All the people around him were trembling for fear that the old man would fall.

"Simple farmers from Saxony, who do you regard as king?"

The voice is thick and solemn.

A dead silence.

The black haired wizard couldn't help glancing. A group of saxophone nobles in gold and silver tacitly turned their heads in the same direction, and their expression was strange, as if they wanted to talk and stop.

Brandon, who turned his white eyes, pushed away the fat man in front of him. With a long sigh of fatigue and helplessness, he knelt down on one knee in front of the steps of the throne: "we worship Conrad de saleon, the son of Eckhart!"

"Who is your leader, sailors and wizards of eboden?"

"Your Excellency, Archbishop..." master corona, surrounded by the leaders of the Royal wizard college and a group of chamber of Commerce, slowly leaned over: "there is only one leader, that is Conrad de Salion, the son of Eckhart!"

"Heroes of Arles, who is your commander?"

"Nature is Eckhardt's son, Conrad de sallion, archbishop." with a wolf like smile, Nolan ERD showed his sharp teeth and bowed naturally.

"Who is your Lord, huntsmen of lottel, mountain people of El mans?"

"It's the son of Eckhardt, Conrad desallion!"

Julie weltz, Duke of ellemans with a serious expression, didn't say a word of nonsense.

"It's the son of Eckhardt, Conrad desallion!"

It's obviously the same sentence. Yuli and Luwen have completely different effects.

"Boye's horseback people, Byrne's knights, who do you designate as your co Lord

"Son of Eckhardt, Conrad de sallion!" cried salina Jonah. "The guy who wants to try to see if the bowie knife is sharp or not, do you want to try to recommend another one?"

This cunning Archduke of machete... She also recommended philrone de Salion yesterday.

Feeling the eyes that began to converge on him, the dark haired wizard secretly pulled at the corners of his mouth and said solemnly: "the Knights of Byrne's thirteen leaders unanimously recommended Eckhart's son, Conrad desallion, as our co Lord."

As soon as the voice fell, Loren could clearly hear a long sigh of relief in the hall.

Although they knew that the Dukes had reached an agreement with the crown prince "privately", the agreement was only an agreement after all, and there was still a chance to deny it; Only when they hear it with their own ears like now can they be relieved.

"All the leaders in the Empire have surrendered; from lottel to Bain, they are under desalion again." the old man turned away tremblingly, and his aging and yellow eyes stared at Connor's face:

"Connord de sallion, will you take an oath?!"

The voice fell, and all the emperors and nobles held their breath and looked at the crown prince.

The black haired wizard with narrowed eyes swept his eyes over one face after another and finally settled on connord.

The serious Yuli weiltz, the heroic ruwen Fred, and the white eyed Brandon still looked unconvinced;

The scornful Sarika Jonah, the thoughtful Nolan URD, plus the lucky and Saxophone nobles who seem to win.

Only connord frowned and wore a military uniform, as if it weighed thousands of pounds.

For a moment, Loren understood why he was so willing to compromise with himself.

"... one should have an 'ultimate goal' in one's life, and everything else must serve this..."

"... you can only see the people in front of you, and you can never understand what you feel and what you think when you see people 40 years later..."

For Conrad, to continue and inherit the Empire and maintain the prestige of the de sallion royal family... Is probably his "ultimate goal"?

Born as a king, from the moment of birth, the trajectory of life is doomed. There will never be their own likes and dislikes, only the interests of the Empire; Sacrifice everything for an "ultimate goal".

Compared with Conrad, Brandon... He is more like a noisy "unfair", unrestrained and never growing up child.

"Poop!"

Connaught de sallion knelt down on one knee, looked up at the Archbishop of innocent, and pressed his right hand on his chest:

"I will."

"Are you... Willing to inherit the great cause of the previous emperors... Inherit their will to sacrifice everything for the Empire?"

Archbishop innocent, leaning on a crutch, asked intermittently with an increasingly reluctant attitude.

"I will."

Two simple words echoed in the hall, but the sound seemed to have weight.

Archbishop innocent nodded, with a comforting smile on his old and tired face.

The young priest on the right quickly held a wine glass in his hands, and the sterling silver cup was deliberately shaped into the shape of the Holy Cross.

Struggling to reach out his right hand, the Archbishop of innoson touched his finger on the edge of the cup, and the clear spring moistened his fingertips.

Connord, who did not blink, let the Archbishop flick on his forehead.

"Take your head and receive holy water;"

The priest on the left presented a short blade made of pure gold to Conrad; His highness, the crown prince, did not hesitate to hold the sharp blade, and the bright red color dripping on the precious white blanket under his feet.

"Take your flesh and blood as evidence;"

The bright red blood dripped continuously. Connord, who loosened the blade, pressed his red right hand on his chest.

"Dong --!!"

With the sound of shaking the whole hall, the court guards on both sides opened the main door of the hall.

Philrone de sallion, in an oblique cloak, stood outside the door, with a ring lying flat on the Phnom Penh cushion held in his right hand.

The expressionless princess, with her single hand holding the sword, lifted the ring in one hand, walked across the hall, walked through the crowd, and walked step by step.

Qianli's figure passed by like a breeze, but all her eyes did not focus on her. They stared at the simple and unspeakable iron ring.

Not inlaid with gold or silver; The shape is simple. There is only a secret silver emblem with an iron crown. The rough appearance is like a toy played by children.

But it means a lot.

Archbishop innocent, who loosened his walking stick and almost stood firm by perseverance, staggered to pick up the "iron ring" from the cushion:

"Give me a coat of arms with your hand!"

Connord, whose eyes were firm, raised his bloody hands and took the ring from the Archbishop of innoson; Almost at the same time, the young priests on both sides immediately came forward and hurriedly helped the Archbishop who nearly fell.

Under the attention of the crowd, in the convergence of the eyes of all those who held their breath, connord put on a ring for himself, faced everyone and got up slowly.

Look around.

At that moment, Loren was sure that he heard more than one sigh.

Yes, according to the ritual process I heard from Brandon and the seal minister, there should be a "treasure crown in your name".

However, the "iron crown", which symbolizes the imperial power of the saxophone Empire and has been inherited for 12 generations, has become the booty of the Azores on that night of assassination.

According to metterne Leopold, the original compromise or alternative crown is not absent - many of the supreme emperors of all dynasties have forged new crowns to celebrate some major victories or events.

Especially "you are a shepherd, a navigator and a commander!"

"All the people will cry out your name, just as they should do;"

"This world will accept your sacrifice and protect you... Until the end of your mission."

"The Holy Cross and the world witnessed that the twelfth generation ended today; Conrad I and the thirteenth generation began today..." Archbishop innocent gasped with the last breath of strength, followed by a deep breath:

"My emperor is dead..."

"Long live my emperor!"

At the moment of the voice, headed by the minister in charge of the seal and the former cabinet, everyone in the whole hall knelt on one knee.

Bow your head respectfully and press your right hand on your chest.

"Long live the saxophone Empire!!!!!! long live my emperor Conrad I!!!!!"

In the cries that rang through the hall, the Duke and Brandon, who were still standing, either reluctantly or solemnly nodded and pressed their chests.

"Long live the saxophone Empire!!!!!! long live my emperor Conrad I!!!!!"

Listening to the sound of the hall trembling in his ears, Conrad still looked unchanged, frowned tightly, and stared at the direction of the door.

What is he waiting for?

A flash of amazement flashed across the dark haired wizard's face.

The next second, a figure who suddenly broke into the hall verified his guess.

In the crowd's shouts and praises, a hurried court guard suddenly played a ladder from the edge of the hall. Before his anxious figure approached, he was stopped by the perceived seal minister.

"Is it urgent information?" metney Leopold quietly stopped the guard and quietly pushed him aside: "as you can see, the ceremony is still going on now, and any important event can wait until later..."

"Metterne!"

Connord's voice sounded faintly and his eyes shot: "let him come."

When the hall was quiet.

Feeling the eyes of the new emperor behind him, the seal minister with a long sigh had to wave his hand to disperse the people on both sides and let the guard go up the stairs.

The solemn guard felt the eyes of the whole hall and was so nervous that it was difficult to walk; Twitching his throat, he took out a letter from his arms and knelt down on one knee.

Connor and slowly picked it up, paused, and the lunch hall opened.

The nobles who gradually got up looked at their emperor and the letter in his hand.

What intelligence... Is so important?

The tense atmosphere lasted for a full minute with the motionless connord.

A minute later, the indifferent connord I finally raised his head slowly, and his sharp eyes swept around the hall like a lion patrolling the territory.

"Imperial subjects, don't be nervous - this is just a letter from afar. A good friend of mine for many years congratulates me on my coronation as emperor of the Empire."

"An untimely congratulatory letter... That's all."

No, No.

The black haired wizard raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes into a seam.

Connord, he's lying. Who else can send him such a congratulatory letter at this time; A lie so bad that it is plain to tell everyone, "I'm going to lie to you".

However, the atmosphere in the hall was peaceful. Even the seal minister mettner took the lead in clapping his hands and congratulated His Majesty on having a good friend who has always been so loyal to him, whether the crown prince or the emperor.

The nobles in the imperial capital also applauded one after another, and their faces showed either flattery or "loyalty" smiles. Cheers and praises came one after another.

It is impossible for them not to know that there is a problem with the letter, but they would rather believe that it is not true and that their emperor can solve all problems in the invisible and let everything go as usual - that is, rather, the reason why they elected Conrad as emperor.

In such a big empire, there must be someone who holds all the power and bears all the burden.

Connord de sallion, he's the perfect candidate.

Under the oppressive atmosphere, the newly crowned emperor Connor stood in front of his throne again, and his red pupils were as cold as iron, sweeping through the whole hall again.

"Today, I received his congratulations from a friend; next year, I will let him understand that his congratulations are reasonable."

"He believes in me, and I... Believe that our empire, which has survived 13 generations and has survived repeated demon invasions, will never fall because of a turmoil and catastrophe."

"Therefore, as the new emperor of the Empire and the beginning of the 13th generation, the first order I want to announce... Is the saxophone Empire to officially declare war on the Azores."

"Empire! Enter a state of Total War -!!!"