mechanical court

The young man with purple-black curly hair, a burly figure and a plain dress is named Oates, and he comes from the Yasha Oasis in the south.Tall and thin, with sparse eyebrows, slightly upturned lips, and always a smile on his face, the young man was called Ptolemy.

As the only woman among the three, Amara is a beautiful girl with a hot figure and curly golden hair.The blond-haired and blue-eyed Amara was wearing a white tight-sleeved dress at this time. The tight trousers outlined the curves of her lower body, with wide belts and long riding boots. She looked like a female knight charging into battle.

"...The establishment of the Holy Armor Army this time is an unprecedented opportunity for us. In the future, we may follow His Majesty to leave Hyperion Star and see the paradise created by the gods of other worlds. By the way, there are still It is said that as long as you join the holy armor army, you can get the full version of the Sun Golden Scripture... It is really exciting." Oz said with a glass of fruit wine in his left hand, his eyes glowing.

"You don't even know what era it is now! Innovation and running to catch up are the mainstream in the future. If our majesty still suppresses the royal family like a queen, who will help him defend the royal court in the future."

After she finished speaking, she glanced provocatively at the young fellow with her emerald green eyes.

Otto smiled nonchalantly.

He replied: "Don't underestimate our new king."

He looked back at the beauty and said: "After ascending to the throne, it only took him less than five years to surpass Ellerome, who is known as the first incarnation of the sun god. Now who is looking at the whole empire?" Is His Majesty Yiwen's opponent!? As long as he is willing, then all the royal family will die and he will be able to secure the throne."

"Securing the throne is one thing, but expanding your career is another."

Ptolemy lowered his head and took a sip of the wine in the glass. When he raised his head, the smile on his face grew stronger:

"Whether it is external or internal, His Majesty needs a strong enough and trustworthy personal soldier, and the Holy Order is such a legion. This opportunity is very precious, you should seize it, because it will determine our The lower limit of future achievements."

"You seem to understand it very well!"

Yamanla approached him, and blew on him slightly drunk: "It's a pity that the level of the Sun Jinjing is a little lower, and I only reached the first level at the age of 20. It's too hard."

"Because my talent is mediocre." Ptolemy smiled freely.

"Cough cough!"

Otto coughed, the figure of this royal girl is too developed.Accompanied by the current movement of the opponent's body leaning forward, almost half of the snow-white and full hemisphere is exposed, almost tearing his clothes, let alone him, Ptolemy managed to move his gaze away from that 'gully' open.

Crack - squeak -!

At the end of the long corridor of the banquet hall, the heavy stone door with gilded patterns was slowly pushed open, the air was flowing, and the low roar pierced through the ear drums, as if some new force was breaking through the old shackles.

The light outside the hall gradually brightened, and behind the door stood Ivan in fine clothes.

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The arrival of His Majesty the Sun King finally pushed the banquet to a climax. Whether it was a happy conversation, arguing with reason, or members of the royal family who were diametrically opposed, they all toasted to him.After feeling the sincerity of Ivan (real money), in their minds, the Sun King is not only the monarch of the empire, but also their kind patriarch.

Under the brilliant lights, the guests frequently toasted to show their goodwill. People were not shy about expressing their enthusiasm for the new ruler of the empire.Interspersed and alternated figures are projected on the murals, and light and shadow float on the surface of the serene landscape painting, showing a lively and noisy atmosphere.

"Hail to the glorious descendants of the god Atum!"

Yiwen held up the narrow cup in his hand, drank the wine without changing his face, and looked around.

"Salute to His Majesty Ivan!"

The young men and women toasted and cheered, their voices were like sea tides, rushing endlessly in the lights.

Ivan smiled and nodded, and in the space where they were tired of shouting, he put down his wine glass and gave a loud speech: "Everyone can have fun today, don't get drunk, I have ordered people to prepare the guest room, you can stay in the royal court for a while. "

"Great!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"God bless the god king!"

The cheering crowd merged into a boiling ocean.

one-one-one-one

In the middle of the night, the wind blows the gradually thicker skirts of the ladies, the leaves swirl and fall, and the increasingly fat fish schools in the mirror lake come out of the water to take a deep breath.

The silvery moonlight shines on a Temple of Storms in the Neihu District. The rulers of the six major families gathered in the inner hall of the temple. After a simple communion, they began a lengthy discussion.

This is the so-called Council of Elders. In the eyes of many insiders, it is the highest level of power center in this country - the noble family monopolizing the six halls determines the future of the country, not the sun sitting in the Hall of Kings. King Yiwen Amen Emmat Amenemhat, he is only the nominal head of state and a symbol of the spiritual level of the empire.

Apart from the family leaders, the only people who are eligible to participate in this kind of meeting are their secretaries. The young secretaries either wait behind the curtains, or trot back and forth, delivering information and notes to their loyal family leaders.

At the end of the long conference table sat an old man with gray temples and sharp eyes.His name is Ibdu Tutan, the de facto leader of the Tutan family, and the owner of the King's Hall.

As a giant in charge of the promotion of imperial officials, he has been nourished by power for a long time. Ibdu's serious face is full of self-importance, his lips are thin, and his black woolen dress is so neat that there is even the slightest wrinkle. None - it can be said that compared with most nobles, the leader of the Tutan family is more handsome.

"Did he really say that!?" Ibdu asked his secretary loudly.

"It's true, many of the crowned knights are witnesses. His Majesty Ivan said to those members of the royal family personally - I look forward to the emergence of unique talents among you." The elderly secretary replied respectfully.

"He wants to break the rules since ancient times!" The leader of the Montmarc family raised his head and angrily slammed on the table: "These seemingly mediocre political ideas recently are just a cover-up. We! Everyone here is his prey, we can't wait for the butcher's knife to hit our necks before resisting!"

"Calm down, the current His Majesty is stronger than Her Majesty the Queen. If you offend him, we will be burned to ashes in an instant." The leader of the Tutan family replied in a low voice.

"Great power is not terrible, what is terrible is that this power is not checked and balanced." A cold light flashed in the eyes of the leader of the Mars family.

"Stop him from forming a new army! Break the dirty water for those royal families, tempt them to make mistakes, tarnish the reputation of these people, and then drive a wedge between the king and the royal family!" The leader of the Carter family stood up suddenly and said loudly.

"Does it make sense? Even if there is no crusader, with his strength, how difficult is it to destroy us!?" The leader of the Signier family squinted at him and asked sarcastically.

"Me! I...I..." The Carter family was speechless for a moment.

"Stop arguing!"

Ibdu stood up from his seat, leaned forward, and clapped his hands on the table:

"King Yiwen is violent and abuses his wife. He is not a qualified monarch. We must overthrow his rule and re-select a wise king. Everyone here should have no objection to this."

"Of course there is no objection!" The leader of the Montemark family narrowed his eyes and said coldly:

"Tell me, what should we do?"

"Are you all crazy? Trying to overthrow a living god? After doing such a thing, who can resist the fire of punishment from God?" The leader of the Tutan family trembled with the voice.

"Of course with another god."

Ibdu twisted his neck, and his cervical spine rattled. While looking at the other party, his voice became low and cold:

"Don't forget, our mutual interests are now aligned with Her Majesty's. As long as the imprisoned Queen can be released, she will naturally help us deal with King Ivan. I am very clear about the coup that night. The Queen is not completely an opponent. At the beginning of the battle, they were almost evenly matched. But later... King Yiwen seemed to use some special power to defeat the queen in an instant and severely wound her. So, as long as we help the queen, we will consume King Yiwen's strength by the way , she must have a way to reverse the situation!"

"The power must be restored to balance... that's the only way to go." The leader of the Mars family sighed softly.

"How can we help the queen?" The leader of the Carter family asked impatiently, his eyes round.

"The Ark of the Sun, or the ship of ten thousand years... If you want to defeat King Ivan, you have to let the queen get them!"

Ibudu narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous beast-like light flashed in his pupils, looking at the leader of the Khufu family who had been silent at the other end of the conference table: "Mrs. Lisa, according to my information, you seem to have Clues to these two treasures."

Chapter 15 Royal Bank