Chapter 842

Winters in Northriel are very cold, with mostly snow.

But today, it is an exceptionally rare sunny day. There is no cloud in the sky, and the blue sky is like a jewel. The rising sun shone on the earth, and the ice and snow that fell last night reflected light, as if covering the whole city with a layer of silver, which made people feel refreshed.

Millions of residents have already woken up, and found that the number of patrolling guards on the streets has increased several times. All traffic nodes, and every important institution of the empire, have extraordinary soldiers sent by the Imperial Legion to stand guard. The vigilance of the whole city has been raised to Highest.

There is a serious atmosphere among the people.

Today is the once-in-a-decade vote of the Reichstag to elect a new Archon.

Some older people have seen general elections a few times, but for some reason, they have never been as dignified as today. When everyone meets each other, they nod to each other and talk in a low voice at most.

nine in the morning.

A resounding magical bell sounded from Fubaden Castle, which spread throughout Northriel. People nearby looked up in the direction of the Imperial Council, only seeing the radiance of the Statue of Magic. The city wall blocked the view, and the Imperial Council could not be seen. The "Temple of Truth" where it is located.

"here we go."

Many people thought silently in their hearts, and exchanged glances with the people around them.

Ryan set off from Maringa Manor. He did not use the teleportation technique today, but took a low-key black car with a team of Ultramarines guarding the surroundings. Under the awe-inspiring eyes of countless people on the road, the car arrived at Fubaden castle.

This huge castle was heavily guarded, and all 20,000 Rick Imperial Guards were dispatched, one post at five steps and one post at ten steps.

On the square in front of the castle, many imperial parliaments have already arrived.

When Ren's convoy arrived, whether it was the Rick Guards or the Imperial Councilors, everyone's eyes gathered and became the focus of the audience.

The car stopped, and Ren pushed the door open and got out from the back seat.

His clothes today are no different from usual, a set of well-fitting mithril light armor, the shape is simple and elegant, but it can't hide his tall and strong body, the legendary soul-eating blade hangs on his waist, as a ceremonial saber, behind his back The blood-colored cloak hung down to his ankles, which did not look exaggerated at all, but instead showed the arrogance of a peak powerhouse.

Ren went around to the door on the other side of the car, and opened the door very gentlemanly.

Viola gently helped Ryan's hand out of the car.

She got up very early and dressed up carefully, with light makeup on her face, a plain and elegant long dress specially made for formal occasions, and a "crown of green radishes" representing the identity of the Pope on her head. The exquisite green wreath set off her The face of the country and the city is even more beautiful, so many men can't look away.

After getting off the car, the two walked side by side.

Hesktor came forward, with a friendly smile on his face, and warmly greeted: "I have met Chairman Ren, and I have seen Viola."

"Commander Hescotor." Ren nodded slightly.

He glanced at the leader of Rick's Imperial Guard, and his soul's eyes accurately grasped the other's mind. On the surface, he seemed close, but in fact he was a little nervous and flattering.

The commander of the Praetorian Guard is generally the confidant of the consul.

Although this position was directly appointed by the Supreme Council and shouldered the responsibility of protecting the Consul, it also implied the task of monitoring the Consul. However, if the Consul insisted on changing, the Supreme Council would listen to their opinions.

The consul cannot replace his own people, but he can remove the commander of the Praetorian Guard.

Moreover, Hesktor was suspected of dereliction of duty in the death of the previous consul Gnaeus, and it has not been settled yet.

Even if Rennes failed to run for the consul, Hescotor would leave in disgrace with just one word.

Hescotor was also well aware of this situation.

Seeing that Ren's face was calm and he didn't look at his greeting differently, he became even more uneasy.

In fact, Ren was really dissatisfied with him.

It's just that there is no more suitable candidate at the moment, and there is no idea of ​​​​replacing Hesktor for the time being, but maybe in the future.

Viola also knew that Heskett's position was unstable, but out of respect for the powerhouses of the holy order, she still showed a slight smile and responded: "Your Excellency, Commander, you have worked hard."

"No hard work, no hard work."

Hesket waved his hands again and again, but only glanced at Viola before moving his eyes away, not daring to look further, so as not to cause Rennes to misunderstand.

Viola sighed inwardly.

It was the first time for her to experience how humble a holy man was in front of her, but she also knew that what Hesktor truly feared was not herself, but Ren.

At this time, the nearby imperial councilors all came forward to greet him.

"Chairman Ryan."

"I have seen the Earl."

"Lord Ren."

Various names came from the mouths of the councilors, but the same thing was that they all had smiles on their faces. Some councilors were even overly enthusiastic and seemed a little obsequious. While greeting warmly, they did not forget to praise Wei Ou La beautiful.

Viola is a member of the Imperial Council and has participated in the Imperial Council many times.

She is no stranger to these congressmen. Most of them can recognize their names and know their identities and backgrounds. Each of them is a well-known figure in the empire.

However, she had never seen such a side of the congressmen before today, and even in front of the high-ranking Holy Soul Wizard, they were not on duty like this.

Because there were too many people, Ren could not respond one by one.

He can only nod slightly, or call out the list of Imperial Councilors to show his respect. Even so, the congressmen whose names were called all looked like they had won the lottery, with smiles on their faces, and returned a warmer smile to Ryan.

There were more congressmen in the distance, maintaining their own reserve, and did not surround them.

Viola could tell that it wasn't that they didn't want to greet Ren, but that they were too far away, or they were a step too late, and they didn't have time to grab a good position.

At this moment, the half-elf was fully aware of Ren's position.

Ren's influence, and Ren's attraction to those in power, are stronger than any beauties in the eyes of the imperial councilors, and beauties are not worth mentioning on this occasion.

"Members, it's time for us to go in," Ryan said.

Immediately, some congressmen echoed loudly: "Yes, Chairman Renn is right. We can't delay the important event of voting. Let's move forward."

"Let Speaker Renn go first." Someone suggested.

"That's right." This proposal was immediately approved, "Speaker Rennes should be allowed to go first, colleagues, please make way."

Ren had no intention of this, but the imperial councilors in front had already voluntarily moved out of the way.

He couldn't laugh or cry in his heart.

He never expected that when he traveled to another world, he would also enjoy the treatment of "letting the leader go first".

It was not easy to refuse at this time, Ren could only express his gratitude, and took Viola through the city gate into the castle of Fauberten. A group of imperial councilors followed behind, as if they were surrounded by the two, as if they were not here to vote at the Temple of Truth, but to inspect.

Viola was a little uncomfortable by this scene.

Ryan took it easy.

He realized very early on that the humans in the world of Arranus have extraordinary power, but they are not much different from the human society in the previous life. Whether it's an ordinary person or an extraordinary person whose mighty power belongs to himself, there are always a lot of people who follow others, and there are countless generations of flatterers.

As long as you are stronger and have absolute advantages, you can completely treat the imperial councilors as ordinary people, divide, suppress or win over, and use various means without too much scruples.

Walk to the middle of the square and turn right to the Temple of Truth.

Ren and Viola stopped in front of the statue of the Goddess of Magic. As usual, they silently prayed to Him three times before climbing the steps in front of the temple.

Go forward step by step and enter the hall of the temple.

The atmosphere of the imperial council hall was solemn, and half of the hundreds of seats were filled. Most of the imperial councilors sat quietly in their seats, or whispered to the people around them.

Suddenly they heard a lot of footsteps coming from outside the gate of the chamber, and the councilors couldn't help turning their heads and saw Ren.

clatter...

Many imperial councilors stood up subconsciously.

Some congressmen didn't want to get up at first, but when they saw others standing up, it was too conspicuous for them to sit still, and they were afraid that they would be disrespected by Ren when they saw him, so they could only stand up.

Noise was strictly prohibited in the Imperial Chamber, and the congressmen watched as Ren entered through the gate, passed through the middle, and walked down step by step to the front row under the rostrum.

Instead of sitting down immediately, he turned and waved to the MPs.

"You don't need to be too polite, please sit down."

Ren's voice was not loud, but his tone was gentle, and it was accurately transmitted to the ears of every member of the chamber, making them feel very cordial.

The imperial councilors sat down again with a clatter.

Ren also sat down, and Viola was a few rows behind him. Without turning her head, she could sense that almost everyone was staring at Ren's back, and there were whispered comments from time to time. It's also about Ryan.

I don't know how many times Viola sighed.

Seven years ago, the first time I saw Ren was right in front of my eyes. At that time, he was just an ordinary person under the age of twenty, not even a superhuman. Except for his handsome appearance and superb talent, no one would take him seriously.

Seven years later, Renn is only one step away from standing on the pinnacle of imperial power.

With such a huge change in just seven years, looking at the history of Allenus, Viola can't find an example of such a rapid rise like Rennes.

He has surpassed the heroes of those epics.

He will create more miracles in the future!

Viola's heart was ups and downs. These days, she has always felt so unreal as in a dream. Until now, she can finally be sure of one thing, that is, she must firmly hold on to Ren and never let her leave her side .

Thinking of this, the half-elf became obsessed looking at Ren's back.

Empire members kept entering the hall, took their seats, and then looked at Ren, who was sitting at the front, like Viola.

After a while, the imperial chamber was almost full.

when!

With the sound of a magic bell, the door of the meeting hall was closed and no one was allowed to enter or exit.

Three figures were teleported to the rostrum and suddenly appeared.

The one on the left looks very young, wearing a dark red magic robe, with no expression on his face, and the members of the empire did not meet his sharp gaze, the Duke of Redstone, Kelstone Karser.

The wizard on the right is dressed in a thick black robe, tall and strong, with a shaved head, a pointed black beard on his chin, and a majestic look. In the past few days, the imperial councilors have often come into contact with him. It is Tim Kay, Duke of Greyhawk. South.

Standing in the middle is an old wizard with snow-white beard and gentle face. His clear eyes contain wisdom far beyond ordinary people. His aura is as dark as the sea. The Imperial Councilor is no stranger to him. The leader of Wezeland Floating Void City, Anxiwo Master Dawes.

The Big Three of the Empire are here!

In the previous consul voting, the leaders of the three major factions of the Supreme Council will be present, and one of them will preside over the voting process in turn, while the other two will supervise.

In the past, Master Ogulevi stood in the middle.

This is a status symbol, and now it has been replaced by Master Anxi, which can also reflect the changes in the structure of the Supreme Council. The rise of the Modu faction replaced the Nether faction and became the largest force in control of the empire.

Tim Kennan scanned the chamber.

Then he opened his mouth and said: "There are 323 seats in the Imperial Parliament. Governor Hurts can't be present at the sacrifice. There are three other members who are vacant. The remaining 319 people are all present."

Regret appeared on the faces of some members of the empire.

In the revenge operation half a month ago, four of the upper echelons of the empire died, and three of them were resurrected by Ren with an artifact. Only the governor of Suranya Province, Tehes, could not be rescued. He did not know where he was killed. The empire The Legion couldn't find the body and couldn't be resurrected.

"A new consul of the empire will be elected today."

Without any nonsense, Tim Kennan looked at the dozen or so candidates in the front row and said, "Before voting, each candidate has one last chance to speak."

Members of Parliament are familiar with this process.

In the past voting, the last speech in the chamber is extremely important, and it can even be said to be the most important speech, because this is the only opportunity to speak in front of all the imperial parliamentarians. There have been several times in the history of the empire that the candidate for the emperor reversed the situation in one fell swoop and changed the position of the members of parliament, thus being elected as the consul.

The order in which speeches are made has also become very important, with the greatest advantage being the first to come on stage and the last to come on stage.

In the past, the candidates competed fiercely for the first speech. They made plans several months in advance, and after many rounds of deals and compromises, they finally decided on the order of speeches.

This year, however, nothing happened.

"Battula Unesta." Tim Kenan casually named a name, "Now is your speaking time, you have fifteen minutes."

Batura stood up and replied, "Your Excellency, I give up my speech."

The members of the Empire were all surprised. Giving up the speech almost meant giving up the election. Although everyone knew that there was almost no suspense in this vote and no speech could be reversed, it was a bit unexpected for Marquis Zelimu to give up directly.

Tim Kenan's face remained unchanged, as if he knew it long ago, and said, "Otiluke, it's your turn to speak."

"Your Excellency, I also give up speaking."

Otiluk got up and answered, he had just been resurrected, and when he sat down, he cast a friendly look at Ren.

Since then, every candidate Tim Kennan called, without exception, gave up speaking.

After reading the names of more than a dozen candidates, it was finally Ren's turn, and he was the last one. Tim Kennan said, "Ren Augustus, now is your time to speak. You have fifteen minutes."

"Thank you, Lord Duke."

In the midst of everyone's attention, Ren slowly got up and walked onto the rostrum.

He looked at the more than 300 imperial councilors sitting up in front of him, with confidence and solemnity on his face, and said softly: "Everyone, please remember this sentence: It is not my honor to be a consul, but to be in power. The honor of being an officer. Today, every vote you cast for me will become the most important decision in your life in the future."