The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

Throne Room.

The crystal ceiling casts soft light, illuminating this magnificent hall.

The huge copper pillars engraved with heroic epics and the history of the previous kings hold up the dome as if the sky descends. In this solemn and solemn space, anyone can't help but feel their own insignificance.

Especially in this royal hall that can accommodate nearly a thousand people, but there are only two people.

Celesia's cold eyes swept across the empty hall, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Don't you mean politics?What about people?

"Grab my shoulder."

Sitting on the throne, Odrio III rested his chin drowsily and said lazily.

Celesia obeyed, stretched out a jade hand, and put it on Aldrich III's shoulder.

At this time, she heard the sound of Aldrich III knocking on the armrest of the throne. The sound was extremely crisp, like knocking on jade.

But in an instant, the sound became louder, as if hundreds of pipe organs from the Belleland Royal Concert Hall were played at the same time. In the layer upon layer of sound waves, they merged into a sound that would only be emitted as if the world was being destroyed in an instant. The tragic sound.

Amidst this world-ending sound, Celicia suddenly lost consciousness, as if an invisible big hand grabbed her soul and dragged her into a bottomless abyss.

"This is……"

Fortunately, that desperate sense of falling quickly disappeared. When Celesia came back to her senses, she found that she was still standing on the side of Aldrich III's throne.

As if she was just having a trivial nightmare.

But when she looked up, everything in front of her eyes had already changed.

There are ferocious monsters carved on the gray and white decayed copper pillars, and the broken ceiling flickers like ghosts, and above the dome, thick gray fog is filled, like an upside-down sea.

It seems that this is still the throne room, but it is not the solemn and magnificent hall in Celicia's impression. This place is eerie and terrifying, with the cold breath penetrating to the bone marrow, which is completely the opposite of the real throne room.

Looking down, the hall was no longer empty. A huge round table appeared in front of the throne of Aldrich III. Around the round table was a circle of stone chairs. On the stone chairs were sitting figures shrouded in mist. With strange characters, it is simple and solemn, far inferior to the luxury and nobility of the throne.

However, being able to sit at the same table with Aldridge III all proves the dignity of those who have already sat and waited here.

Naturally, it can't be those trash nobles in China.

There were countless questions in her mind, but Celisia found herself as if she had been cursed to silence her, and she couldn't even make a sound here.

"Can I only be regarded as an audience?"

Thinking of this, Celicia calmed down and watched silently.

……

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"His Majesty."

When Aldrich III appeared, the figures on the stone chairs stood up and saluted with their chests touched.

But the etiquette doesn't stop there, it seems that it shows more respect for Aldrich III than his identity.

"Are they all here?"

Aldrich III glanced lazily around the round table, and tapped the armrest of the throne with his fingers.

"Since you're all here, let's take off the disguise on your face. This is not an offline meeting organized by evil believers. Everyone is acquainted, so there is no need to hide your head."

"Huh? Isn't it?"

A surprised voice came from the end of the round table,

"I thought we gathered here because we were called by a great god, and we were about to do something great."

At the end of the round table, the mist on the last stone chair dissipated, revealing... It seemed that the chair was too hard, and it was uncomfortably arched... a certain pink bear.

The pink bear stretched out a hairy hand with a cigar from the bear's mouth, flicked the cigarette ash skillfully, then scratched his buttocks, and said regretfully:

"It's a pity, I've even thought about my own title, so I'll call it... The Fool, doesn't it sound good, doesn't it have a faint force coming oncoming?"

"I think you are more suitable for the title of clown."

On Aldrich III's right, on the nearest stone chair, came a faint sarcasm.

"Who!"

Pink Bear slapped the table, furious.

But when he saw clearly the appearance of the old man on the stone chair who was gradually revealing his true face, his anger stopped abruptly, and his pink bear face began to fade visibly to the naked eye.

become pale.

"Can... Archbishop of Canterbury, you... why are you here?" Pink Bear rubbed his furry hands and smiled obsequiously.

"Hehe, at the appointment of His Majesty, I have to come here anyway."

On the stone chair, the kind old man in a simple white robe chuckled, but stared at the pink bear with chills:

"Mr. Pink Bear, I received a report that you stole the Holy Sword of my Church of Life, blasphemed the saint of the Church, and spread some kind of disrespectful books, I don't know..."

"No! Absolutely not!"

Pink Bear slapped the table angrily, "Which sunspot created my rumors, I, Pink Bear, am an upright person, have a loyal faith, and am a devout follower of the Goddess of Life, how could I do such a thing?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

If I really do things that go against the conscience of heaven and earth, such as stealing the holy sword and hiding the portrait of the saint, I will kill the whole family..."

"enough!"

Aldrich III rubbed the corners of his throbbing brows, with a rare uncontrollable anger in his tone:

"Who put this idiot in there."

"Sorry, Your Majesty."

On the side, Professor Prang stood up with an embarrassed expression, and said helplessly:

"Pink Bear said that he is now the acting principal of Santa Maria and that he is eligible to participate, so he forcibly pestered him in."

"Drag him out for me."

Aldridge III paused, "Throw it down."

"What... down there?"

The pink bear immediately looked terrified when he heard the words, but before he could say anything, Professor Prang kicked the embarrassing thing over with a ferocious expression, and dragged his bear legs to go out.

"Wait, no, you can't do this to me!"

The pink bear claws left clear marks on the ground, struggling hysterically:

"I can't go down, I can't go down...

I have a grudge against that moon, I killed many of its believers before, and he will wear little shoes for me!

Even if you go down, you can't go down now...

Let me go, I bled for Leopold, I sweated for Santa Maria, you can't do this to me, I want to see Aldrich, let me see Aldrich...

Aldrich, I am your dear uncle, I pulled you up with shit and piss at the beginning, and now I still have a photo of your naked buttocks... ah! "

With the terrified scream of a certain bear, the world suddenly fell silent.

Professor Prang also flashed and returned to his position.

The meeting continues.

Aldrich III glanced over to the right, where most of the old figures were sitting.

He couldn't help sighing:

"Many of you are so old that I don't know them anymore, let me introduce myself first."

"There is nothing wrong with it, Your Majesty."

The first to speak was naturally the kind-faced old man closest to him. Although the old man was wearing a plain robe of a priest, his every move still revealed the majesty of a person who had been in a high position for a long time.

"The Church of Life, Bellerand Cathedral, Archbishop Canterbury Engel."

The Archbishop of Canterbury nodded kindly to everyone, and everyone who made eye contact with him would stand up and pay tribute.

As one of the five holy seats of the Church of Life and the general agent of the Church of Life in the Leopold Empire, the Archbishop of Canterbury has the qualifications to be respected by everyone, regardless of his qualifications or status.

"Tower of Origin, Dodge Slore."

The second figure wearing a magician's robe then got up, and the introduction was extremely simple.

But no one will underestimate him, because not to mention the Tower of Origin, the largest magician association in the continent, the name Dodge alone represents the insurmountable peak in the journey of summoning magic.

Like the Archbishop of Canterbury, after nodding to everyone, Dodge's eyes fell on Professor Prang.

"I heard that Mentor Meladomir has awakened."

He took off his wide-brimmed and pointed magician hat, and asked respectfully:

"I don't know if I have a chance to visit you?"

"Sorry, Mr. Dodge."

Professor Prang took off his hat with a wry smile and responded:

"Before coming here, Instructor Meladomir specifically told me that she will not see any outsiders for the time being."

"That's a pity."

Dodge nodded disappointedly, and sat back on the stone chair without saying anything more.

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"Stone Cauldron Association, Adrian Sandel."

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"Adventurers' Association, president of Belle Rand Division, Adolf Lovis."

……

"Mitsukoshi United Business Alliance..."

A group of figures stood up, calmly uttering the name of any one that could cause a storm in the outside world.

Rao is with Celicia's disposition, it is a little difficult to calm down at the moment.

Because these names represent not only their own powerful strength, but also represent the top forces on this continent.

The tower of origin that has the most magicians named or even joined...

The Ishigama Association, which almost monopolizes the knowledge related to alchemy...

Adventurers Association with branches all over the continent...

A transnational joint business alliance...

Even if the non-standard existence of the Church of Life is excluded, these forces are giants that can even determine the fate of some small countries.

Since there are these big figures on the right, then on the left...

Celesia recognized most of the people on the left without introduction, and it was precisely because of this that it was even more difficult to calm down.

"Since these guests have introduced themselves, you who are the hosts, please introduce yourself too, don't look too pretentious."

Aldrich III looked to the left and said softly.

"Yes."

Since it was a round table, it turned half a circle, and on the left was Professor Prang, who was at the bottom of the table, and got up first.

"St. Mary's College, Professor of Magic, Plan Ronninger."

"The dean of Santa Maria College, currently in charge of the Empire's Special Disaster Countermeasures Department, Hathaway Field."

"The head of the Imperial Royal Military Academy..."

"Agents of the Imperial Intelligence Department..."

"Agent of the Imperial Army..."

"The head of the Imperial Royal Knights..."

"empire……"

"The Silent Mechanism... the first generation of sword bearers."