Chapter 62 Road

Tyres quietly watched the arguments of the nobles and the dark arrows, bowed bleakly.

Power, procedure, war, force, throne.

He sighed softly.

Is this the future I have to face?

He suddenly felt that the world that was unknown and surprised and raised his infinite curiosity became a bit boring.

"Cyril," the Duke of Cullen dissatisfied with Falkenhaus: "Do you have to be so straightforward every time?"

On the star-studded square, the screams of the tremors came from far away, the sounds were noisy, mixed with anger and fanaticism, and it was not really true.

In the halls of the stars, the civilians and the small aristocrats who were attending the incident directly broke out with flood-like protests!

"Shameless Lord! This is the throne!"

"But we need heirs! In case the king had an accident on the front line..."

"The traitor is going to die! The comet is our king, it is a sacred vow!"

"It's all for the stars! We must stand together and meet Exeter!"

The dukes exchanged their eyes in silence, and the counts whispered.

"Silence! Quiet!" Gilbert tried his best to maintain order, but with little success.

Until the supreme king of the stars, Kessel's eyes emerged from the eyes.

He clenched the mysterious scepter with the starlight and stood up from the throne!

He screamed with a majestic voice:

"Heir?"

The star hall was quiet and everyone stared at the king's strong figure.

"It’s a good time! It’s difficult in the stars, we must cooperate against the enemy!”

The king put his hands on the scepter, and his sharp eyes fixed on the statue of Gosd Nantest in front of him.

I saw the one-eyed dragon slowly raise his hand to his chest and kneel down in front of the king.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty, but this is a test," said Stewart, who is steady and serious, and feels the sincerity in his words. "I believe that the weak and scattered power of the stars will be in the confrontation between the dragon and the stars." In the middle, reunite into one."

"Everyone knows that the first prophet who insists on the heir will be the responsibility of the audience."

"But is it for me, for Nantesto to be on the throne?"

Goss raised his head and his eyes were clear:

"Your Majesty, you can exclude South Dust from the successor."

"Everything is for the stars - please set up the heirs, or at least the method of choosing the heirs - then, the stars will return to the West, and even reproduce the glory of the Empire."

Kessel slowly stepped in front of him and sneered: "Gustard, sometimes I can't tell if your righteousness is true or not."

"But it is good for the stars," the Duke of the One-eyed Dragon replied calmly: "What is true?"

"I also imagined this situation - but at the high-level meeting, it didn't have to be so ugly," the voice of Earl of Dastan came. He stood up firmly and walked behind Goss, also on one knee. Bless: "But your country is a meeting, and this legitimate exhortation will become a conflict in the court and the palace."

"But we all have legitimate reasons," Count Sorrel came from behind, kneeling down, solemnly saying: "For this once great, now riddled country, revived."

"Just rely on a new king?" Gilbert was so angry that his face was deformed: "When you wear a crown, can the stars become an empire?"

“It’s not that simple,” Count Bozdov also gloomyly stepped forward and steadily squats: “It’s the fact that the king who was originally on the top and who wants to be what he wants is turned into a member of us, thinking of what we think, what we do. The monarch and the nobles are one, separated by the power of power... Now, we are one."

"Kevin Deere has followed the comet since the end of the war, and this swears no change." Jane bowed deeply and sadly said: "But I think, to maintain the safety and future of the stars, is also the tomb of Tomond I. Wish, he will understand."

The Duke of the three-color iris flower erected and joined the crowd.

Falkenhaus’s untimely laughter once again sounded out of time: “Is it meant to implement the king system? Ha, it’s really ‘Let’s share the burden of squatting’! Like Exeter?”

"It's better than Exeter - we have the empire of the millennium." The Count of Lasia, who was led by the South Bank, looked at the Duke of Jen in a complex look and went down.

Cohen, incredulously, looked at his father, the Count of Old Karabyan, and silently followed the Count of Lasia.

Kessel V looked down at the dukes and counties, one by one.

"This is not the fault of the royal family, but the fault of the crown, the fault of the throne, the fault of the scepter." The Duke of Cullen sighed at this time: "Since the king has been cut off, it is the star It’s not a bad thing to choose the heirs.

The two counts of the East China Sea, Javier and Almond, silently stepped forward after speaking at the Duke of Cullen.

"Clearly shameful forcing the palace," one of the kings, the Earl of Godwin gnashed his teeth: "How do you do it, can you be justified, and righteous?"

"Can't you still see it?" Count Dreke Kloa calmly left his seat: "This is the general trend."

Under the Fuxing Palace, the noisy voice in the crowd is getting bigger and bigger.

"Hey!" Val slammed the handrail of the stone seat and looked cold: "Sometimes, I am really disgusting for you."

He clenched his fists and sighed: "The incredible war, the incredible exhortation...and the sacrificed north..."

Kaiser V looked straight at him, his eyes were unique and difficult to understand.

Under the eyes of the king's unclear, I saw the Duke of the North close his eyes and took a breath.

His brows are surging and seem to be struggling fiercely.

In the end, he decided to open to Kaiser like he made up his mind.

But Val did not look at the eyes of the king. The mighty Duke of the Northland was disappointed and disappointed at the moment:

"But if this can be exchanged for the North, in exchange for the stability and safety of the stars..."

"Kay, maybe you should consider it."

The two counties of the Northland under his command are all dumb.

The eyes of Kaiser V were dimmed.

He turned and stopped looking at his old friends.

Looking at the hesitation and embarrassment of Val, the Duke of Cyril Falkenhaus laughed sharply again.

"It seems that your choice is only to directly choose the heir, or to choose the king system."

Only Kaiser V, standing on the side of the minister with no expression.

There is only one scepter in the hand.

Taylors suddenly felt that his father was so lonely.

If you can't find me, what will happen today?

Tyres, who was watching all of this, suddenly burst into dizziness.

Again.

A past memory came to his eyes:

Wu Haoren sat in a very small classroom, reporting to a professor in front of him and two students:

[Poggi inherited Weber's German academic tradition, focusing on power and examining the formation of feudal states...]

Do not! Can't be now!

Thales pressed his memory and pressed the memory back.

But when Tyres’ attention returned to the hall of the stars, his ears finally came to the words of Kessel’s five anger:

"It seems that I don't set up the heirs. I can't even fight."

"Okay."

"Then I will set up the heir."

Jane’s brows are awkward – the sense of restlessness is getting stronger.

Kaiser V did not look at the nobles on the ground and sat down slowly.

The phrase that Taylor has been waiting for all the time has finally sounded:

"Let him meet everyone, Gilbert."

coming.

Taylor's brain is blank.

He swallowed himself.

He looked at Gilbert and waved his hand.

In the dark room, a hidden door in front of the eyes suddenly opened, and there was a long step inside, I don’t know where to go.

There has been a lot of discussion in the halls of the stars.

The duke and the counts were calm, but in the eyes of each other, they saw doubts from each other's eyes.

Tyres has finished his bow tie.

[Tells. 】

The boy calls for the name of his own world.

【it's time. 】

Tyres decisively stepped down the steps.

[As a game, just like another game. 】

step.

Another step.

"I don't understand what you mean, Your Majesty..." Earl of Dastan on the ground looked up and looked directly at Kaiser: "The heirs you choose are not among the nobles in this hall?"

The supreme king just looked at him coldly and said nothing.

In the narrow passage, Tyres clung to his forehead.

The memory flashes back again.

But he still clenched his teeth and walked forward firmly.

Blinking is the hall of stars.

Close your eyes, it is another self, living in the fragments of memory.

[The bond between Feng Jun and the vassal, with strong personal feelings and private colors... The struggle for power, gradually deteriorated, the order collapses, the coordination is unstable, the chaotic violence of the periodic attack... The unified feudal system, eventually scattered broken……】

[But the rise of feudalism is still our attempt to stabilize public domination, a valuable effort...]

[Poggi also believes that in this process, the legitimacy of power, the rule of the monarchy, the responsibility and tradition of the state, and even the importance of the law have entered the historical perspective and have been recognized - this is feudal The system is left to the most valuable legacy of the follow-up countries...]

[But we still have to ask, what is missing from Poggi's observation and analysis? 】

What is missing?

"Your Majesty, have you chosen the heir?" One-eyed dragon, Gustad Nantest lifted up the deep-eyed one-eyed eyes and looked around: "It seems that the Tebak family, and the two major families in the southwest have not come?" ”

The Supreme King still ignored him.

When Tyres came to a side door, he could already see the civilians outside the hall of the stars.

No, not a side door.

He realized that the door in front of him was leading to the center of the hall - the twenty stone seat.

It is the main entrance.

The guards looked serious, but some people couldn't help but look at him and look at the badge on him.

At the moment of seeing clearly, many people breathe faster, and some people even lean forward.

But a guard-like guard sternly slammed them back and then bowed respectfully to Thales and gave way to the hall.

However, just as Tyres was about to step up.

"Go."

"You will be better than him."

Taylors looked up!

Just saw that the guard had turned and left.

Empty leaves a back of a helmet.

Yodel.

Tyres clenched his fists.

It's you?

Similarly, civilians outside the hall have seen the little boy outside the door.

They began to whisper and signal each other.

The memory flashes back like a tide.

The boy feels in his body and seems to have more strength to make him more spiritual.

Taylors took a deep breath.

But it is another game.

But again, the thesis defense.

Tyres cleared all emotions, all expressions, and set foot on the carpet of the blue-blue lines.

Start his journey.

He stepped forward and stepped through the outermost ordinary civilians.

A rural homesickness dressed in a rustic style, smashed a friend who was running errands between urban and rural areas.

"Who is that?"

“Can children come in too?”

“Maybe a nobleman?”

"so small?"

"Hey, have you seen it? That kid, dressed very beautiful."

"Catch the lady of the baron's house."

Tyres does not squint.

He stepped forward and stepped on the steps of a merchant, a craftsman, a farmer, and a leader.

An obese coach businessman was a little surprised.

He pulled the arms of two of his peers.

"Look at that child!"

"Is it a late noble?"

"This dress is not as simple as a small aristocrat!"

"Do you know the emblem of him?"

“It’s a bit familiar. I’ve pulled a team of guests before, and the scrolls they hold have that mark.”

"How come this time?"

Tyres kept on foot.

He stepped forward and stepped on the seat of honorary servants and political officials.

The judge of a small village in the suburbs saw him.

He frowned and bowed his head in the ear of another signatory in the city hall.

"Look at that family crest."

"That is... my God!"

"how is this possible?"

"I don't think it's possible, can't you admit it?"

"I have handled hundreds of king's orders! How can I admit it!"

Tyres ignored it.

He stepped forward and stepped on the stone seat of the lower-ranking nobles such as the Lord and the Baron.

A baron in the pipe smoking a flash of light, almost biting the pipe in his mouth.

He leaned forward and patted his friend's shoulder.

"Is that...the nine-pointed star?"

"What? This..."

"Do you want to be like me?"

"almost."

"That now..."

"Yeah, it is the king of iron fists."

Tyres does not care.

He stepped forward and stepped on the stone seat of the middle aristocrats such as the Viscount and the Earl.

An honorary count opened his mouth incredulously.

He does not have to inform other people, many nobles have already seen Taylors.

"That is……"

"The king is on...this, how do you end up?"

"No, there has been no news for so many years..."

"Is it an illegitimate child who lives outside..."

"The lords..."

"Oh, this pool is too deep..."

"Let's wait and see the show."

The crowd’s arguments, noises, and noises grew louder and louder, eventually turning into turmoil and bang.

People have stood up and leaned forward to look at the mysterious boy with gold and silver.

In the most central stone seat, Cohen turned his head strangely and looked at the source of the commotion.

A boy dressed in aristocratic costumes and missing the pins of the nine-pointed star, came face with seriousness.

Cohen looked at the nine-pointed star and was in the same place.

That boy... Why is there a body, oh... the clan of the comet?

Tyres did not change his color and set foot on the 13th stone seat.

Gilbert blinked at him.

The three dukes sitting watched the boy who stepped forward.

They can no longer remain calm.

Val looked at the boy who was walking in shock and clenched his fist.

"This... are you kidding?"

Cullen frowned and the fat body leaned forward.

"The boy...the emblem on his body..."

Cyril grinds his horrible teeth, twitching his eyebrows and biting a few words.

"Ah... this is really... unexpected."

The supreme king gently looked up and his eyes were cold and smiling.

Just listen to him chuckle:

"Everyone, come see Teres."

The lords who kneel on one knee have turned back.

At the moment of seeing the boy's face, the Duke of the South Bank guard, the pupil of Jen Kevindir immediately retracted.

he.

he?

he!

Kaiser re-started Capricorn's scepter and once again expressed his prestige and heavy words:

"He is my son."

"The only blood of the royal family."

Tyres swings in front of his right hand, behind his left hand, and squats toward the king.

He turned to the lords of the land.

"Good day, everyone."

Tyres heard himself say this.

It was the first time that Tyres was holding a heavy hand in the stars and talking to the noble lords of the kingdom.

(End of this chapter)