At the edge of the square, a few inconspicuous electors were joining the citizens.
They walked through the crowd and walked forward. They stopped halfway and looked up at the center of the square. On the high platform, the conversation between the consul and Duke Mordekaiser had just come to an end, and the voice was carried far away by the cold wind.
People were quietly watching the rebels being escorted out one by one, and the electors were also watching this scene. They turned back and looked at each other, their faces covered by hoods, with only a pair of eyes shining in the shadows.
Then the group of people nodded slightly.
The consul was standing on the high platform and then replied: "That's all right."
Duke Mordekaiser looked at the people below, and there was no face he recognized among them. Although the rudeness of the prime minister's people made him a little unhappy, he kept a straight face and understood that he could not stand on the opposite side of the royal family.
He remembered what Coleman had said before leaving, and couldn't help but shake his head. This is the foundation of the Mordekaiser family. How can outsiders understand it? Besides, the old king was kind to him.
He silently raised the sword in his hand.
A dazzling flash of light suddenly emitted from the sword.
Everyone seemed to hear a crisp cry coming from the high platform.
On the Phoenix Holy Sword in Duke DeCaesar's hand, a layer of red flames suddenly rose. The flames rose so high that the red fire seemed to spread its wings and leapt from the sword, turning into a gorgeous and noble firebird, flying The sky was filled with flames.
Lowered slowly.
This sacred bird is singing, its chirping sound is enough to penetrate the long night, and the melting golden light on its wings seems to flow into everyone's heart. The firebird flapped its wings and flew half a circle around the square, like a golden cloud, and finally landed on the statue of the first Phoenix Duke in the center of the square.
It stands on its shoulders.
Just like hundreds of years ago, it stood on the shoulders of its owner——
The citizens and electors in the square all held their breaths, and the fire seemed to illuminate the depths of everyone's eyes. It was the soul of the phoenix - the tassels of flames were burning, and the long golden feathers hung down. land.
It held its head high and was looking at all these living beings.
Although this is a must-have program every year, the citizens of Duron can't help but marvel in their hearts every time they watch this scene - some people even saw this Duke from the previous Duke when they were children.
Looking at this holy sword, it has become a symbol of the Southern Territory.
As for the selectors who were watching the excitement, they had already opened their mouths slightly - the phoenix is also a symbol of fantasy in Aitaria. Fang Yu was on the side, even more stunned.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" a voice came from behind him.
He was stunned for a moment and looked back, only to find a man standing behind him at some point. The other person is actually not very old, only a few years older than him. He only has a light stubble and looks much more mature than him.
The man wore a thick fur cloak and carried a huge box on his back, which was almost half as tall as him.
Fang Yu had never seen such a weird costume before, and couldn't help but take a second look. The opponent's magic furnace was hidden under the cloak, making it impossible to guess what profession it was, but he should be a selector. Fang Plover had an intuition about this.
The man looked at him and Sylvester, and couldn't help but smile slightly, with a gentle look on his face: "I'm a little late, so I won't disturb you if I stand here, right?"
He obviously saw that this was a young couple - and then Fang Yu realized that he was still holding the ship officer's hand, and he raised his head, looked at the other party, and only nodded, but did not let go. The meaning of the hand was, "Please do as you please."
Although there are many people in the square, it is not that there is no place to stand.
The man nodded and stopped talking.
On the high platform, the consul also looked up at the beautiful firebird, his eyes flashing with burning golden light, but his expression was calm, and there was not much respect on his face. This is just a deified sword. Perhaps it can be regarded as a magical weapon, but that’s all.
He glanced at Duke Mordekaiser on the side, and saw that the other person's face had a rigid expression, serious and meticulous. But it was this kind of meticulousness that made him a little annoyed. The other party was so old-fashioned, as if as long as he kept everything about this sword, he would keep the past time.
But in fact, it’s just that they don’t know how to adapt. If not, how could the southern border be in the current trouble?
In his mind, these are people living in the past. They only know how to cling to the afterglow of the past and do not know how to adapt to the general trend. They are just like a piece of withered rotten wood. He couldn't help but be a little curious. Did the other party think that by remaining like this, he had completed the royal family's mission?
But the young new king obviously doesn't like his powerful uncle - what is Shangyi, this is Shangyi. Today's Kaolin-Ithulian, the two people in power are destined to only survive one.
The time of the old king and his brother has passed.
The consul couldn't help but feel a little amused. He looked at the other party and asked deliberately: "Is it okay?"
Duke Mordekaiser nodded meticulously.
Pedantic——
He came to a conclusion in his mind, but he didn't know if the Duke would regret it after a while. Thinking of this, he looked at the 'rebels' who were escorted onto the platform, pointed out one of them, and said:
"Do you remember what you said?"
The cold words echoed throughout the square.
The Archon spoke calmly: "Now in front of the impartial Phoenix Soul, say it again, if what you say is true, I will grant you a pardon."
There was a discussion in the square, and the citizens looked at this scene with some confusion, not understanding why the New Year celebration had become like this - but the Phoenix Holy Sword is a symbol of justice and light, which is true in Du Lun and even in the south. It has already been deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Fang Plover was still a little worried in the crowd.
He was still worried about the previous issue - whether Miranda's old servant would recognize the Uncrowned Crown. Although the latter did not come out of the hotel, the others were still outside. Even if the people in the Forest returned to the hotel, it would be too late.
But fortunately, there were so many people in the square, so an old servant with dim eyesight on the other side shouldn't happen to see them?
What made him even more relieved was that the first person to come out was not Palomo, but a trembling young prisoner. Looking at the scars on his body, it was obvious that he had suffered a lot of punishment.
The consul stood on the high platform, looked at this person coldly, and asked: "Seven days ago, someone attacked the city hall and rescued some gangsters imprisoned in the dungeon. You were left behind by mistake at that time. One of you, tell me now, who are your comrades?"
There was another discussion in the square.
Because many people have experienced this attack, what happened a few days ago is naturally still fresh in their memories.
Fang Yu had also heard about this. It was said that the attack was exactly the same as the earlier attack on the execution ground. Judging from the clues he had, these should be some small actions carried out by the southern nobles in private.
The prisoner nodded, and then replied tremblingly: "Yes, they are the Chosen Ones... I'm not sure where they come from, but they mentioned the Ember Song Guild more than once..."
Song of Ashes.
There was silence in the square.
Fang Yu couldn't help being shocked when he heard this. In the Southern Territory, due to the existence of the alliance, the Chosen Ones and the Aboriginals have known each other for a long time. The two have a thorough understanding of each other. The Chosen Ones in the South are well versed in the famous noble families and Aboriginal organizations in the Southern Territory; while the Aboriginal People are familiar with the local Chosen Ones. The Summoners Guild is naturally no stranger to it either.
Not to mention, Ember Song was one of the top guilds in the South before the Southern Alliance was disbanded. In fact, it is one of the three major guilds that formed the Southern Alliance with the Alchemist Alliance.
It can even be said to be the first.
Therefore, people are obviously not unfamiliar with this name.
And Fang Yu's first reaction was that it was impossible. The Chosen Ones have their own interests in the Southern Territory, and what they do can be said to be to safeguard the common interests of the Southern Territory Alliance, but they will never blindly follow the orders of the nobles - even for tasks.
With the dissolution of the alliance, most of the guilds within it also collapsed. Maybe some people would retaliate privately, but they would not attack the indigenous people or the city hall.
Because such behavior is a serious violation of the code of conduct for selectors stipulated in the "Stargate Declaration", not to mention that the conflicts between selectors are basically concentrated in the Super Competitive Alliance.
Even if they have any grudges, they should only cause trouble for the New Southern Alliance.
This kind of truth is very simple, so of course it's not just Fang Yu who thinks so. So after a moment of silence, people were in an uproar.
Before the consul could speak, several surprised and angry voices came from the square below: "What are you talking about!?"
"That's nonsense!"
"How could we Ash Song do this!?"
The person who spoke showed his identity, and people looked in that direction and realized that they were several selectors. After the dissolution of the Southern Alliance, due to a series of regulations of the Super Athletic Alliance, the Song of Ashes, the Dragon Hunter Mercenary Group and the Remembering the Three Guilds actually exists in name only.
After the decision of the Southern Territory, the members of Ember Song who remained in Duron, although they still had the name of guild, actually no longer had a formal identity, they just still claimed the title of their old guild.
There are not many such people, there are only about ten people in the square. This is because of the widespread influence of Ashes Song. If it were other less well-known small guilds, they would have disappeared in this storm.
The Archon looked at the electors.
Naturally, he had heard about the other party's unruly behavior, but he had no intention of lowering his status to argue with these people. He only raised his head and glanced at the flaming bird on the statue. On the side, Duke Mordekaiser nodded, the Holy Spirit cried out, and nodded slowly.
"it is true……"
"What that man said is true!"
There was a lot of discussion in the square.
The Phoenix Holy Soul's reputation for fairness and strictness has long spread throughout the Southern Territory, and since this is a holy sword under the protection of Alli's divine power, it can't possibly go wrong, right? Different from the way the chosen people analyzed the problem, the aborigines believed this statement when they saw this scene.
When Fang Yu saw this scene, he felt something was wrong in his heart - had he made a wrong judgment? But he couldn't think of a reason for the Ashesong people to do this - was it really to vent their anger? But the price is probably too high.
In the center of the square, the faces of the members of Ember Song were even more stunned.
However, these people obviously do not have the local people's blind faith in the Phoenix Holy Soul: "What does this Phoenix represent? We have never done such a thing."
"Isn't it a mistake?"
On the high platform, Duke Mordekaiser's face darkened after hearing these words.
He had never had a good impression of the Chosen One, and even for this reason, even his youngest son who was too close to the Chosen One was not liked by him. Of course, it's not just that. The other party's incompatibility with the traditions of the Mordekaiser family is what chills him the most.
He couldn't help but glance at his youngest son, who seemed to be unaware of the scene and only looked up at the firebird on the statue in trance. The Duke couldn't help but shook his head with some disappointment. Fortunately, his eldest son almost inherited his mantle and satisfied him in everything.
He looked at the latter again, who seemed to have not recovered from the disappearance, and his face was a little pale, but after noticing his gaze, Rochler held the sword and nodded to his father.
The consul on the side looked at this scene with a trace of disdain in his eyes, and only raised his right hand to make a gesture. As soon as he gestured, a group of city guards rushed out from behind the square and surrounded the members of Ember Song.
When the latter saw this scene, he realized that the other party had been prepared, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
However, Stargate Port has an agreement with the indigenous countries, and the arrest and trial of the chosen ones need to be carried out together with the Super Sports Alliance. Of course, the same applies to the Aboriginal people involved in the Selector case - the intervention of the Super Competitive Alliance also requires the permission of the local royal authority.
So where did the other party get the courage to attack them directly, and also use such a slanderous excuse?
These people couldn't help being shocked and angry, and drew their weapons one after another, but the next moment, they saw a group of people walking out from behind the city guards - none other than members of the Shadow Throne.
"Throne of Shadows!?" The members of Ember Song were so angry that they couldn't help but cursed: "Have you also surrendered to the aborigines and become dogs?"
Fang Plover also watched this scene from a distance. The selectors who came out from behind the city guards were obviously members of the Shadow Throne. One of them was an old acquaintance of his, the trainee alchemist who kept causing trouble for them.
However, the other party obviously has a low status among this group of people. He is only behind the crowd, and the leader is a woman. Sophie came up from behind and told him in a low voice that he was the president of the Shadow Throne.
"Do you know him?" Fang Yu turned around and asked in surprise.
But Sophie shook her head: "I didn't know him before, but I checked it specifically. These are all public information in the guild registration information."
Fang Plover understood.
After the president of the Shadow Throne, the woman walked out from behind the City Guards, she looked at the members of Ember Song and said, "You have misunderstood. This is not our decision. You also know that you and I The president is an old acquaintance... It’s hard for me to accept that something like this happened.”
She paused for a moment: "This is the decision of the Super Competitive Alliance. You may not know it, but there must be someone in your guild involved in this matter. We have investigated it clearly. You should know that this is a serious violation of the principles of the Stargate Declaration." thing."
After hearing this, the members of Ember Song couldn't help but look at each other, and then they put down their weapons slightly. After all, the guild has been disbanded, and like Fang Yu, they are inevitably unsure whether someone else did this.
But this is a bit too sensational.
But as soon as they put down their weapons, the woman waved her hand and said: "Catch these people first."
The city guards swarmed up, and the woman looked at these people and said: "I'm offended." The way she spoke with such certainty made the members of Ember Song in the square not sure whether they should resist or not, and most of them chose to give up. Without weapons, only a few people resisted.
But being outnumbered, he was quickly captured.
The Archon looked at this scene condescendingly, and then said coldly: "You said you didn't do this, then I will give you this opportunity to defend yourself." He looked at the Phoenix Soul on the statue, as if it was all Lun's Holy Sword - for a time it became his greatest support.
Then he turned around, pointed at one of them and asked, "What were you doing seven days ago?"
"How do I remember?" The person who replied was one of the people who had resisted. At this moment, he was pressed to the ground by the city guard soldiers, with an extremely angry expression on his face: "I didn't participate in such a thing, you guys It’s just boring.”
But Phoenix chirped softly and shook his head.
"Lies." Before the Duke could speak, the consul issued his verdict.
The man's eyes widened and he looked at this scene in disbelief. He suddenly struggled and shouted: "This is a conspiracy, you are working together to defeat us!" His voice echoed over the square, but the consul did not look at it. One glance, just a wave of the hand.
"Take it down."
But before he finished speaking, the man suddenly roared, "Fuck you!" At that moment, the city guard who held him down felt his hands were empty, and then realized that the man had turned into a white light, committed suicide and resurrected.
The selector's tenacity was obviously beyond the expectations of the aborigines present. People looked at the stars flying towards the white light in the dark night sky. They were speechless for a moment, and the square became quiet.
In the silence, Fang Plover and Sophie couldn't help but glance at each other.
"The good show is yet to come." Only Sylvester looked at the scene, with a glimmer of light in her shallow sea-like eyes.
"Miss Sylvide?" Sophie turned around.
The Ship Officer lady shook her head slightly: "The other party is from the prime minister's party and will not target the selector for no reason. The Super Competitive Alliance does not have the energy to allow him to act like this. He must have a back-up plan for doing so."
Her Royal Highness the Princess of Silver Veslan turned back and frowned a little worriedly.
At this time, the consul just looked at the next person lightly and asked again: "What were you doing seven days ago?"
The man said nothing, only gave him a cold look, and disappeared into a white light. The square became quieter. Only the consul remained unmoved and continued to ask the next person: "What were you doing seven days ago?"
That's just a young man.
Even in Fang Yu's opinion, the other party was about the same age as Tianlan and Jita. He was just a child. He could only be a member of the Ashes Song youth training team, or even a trainee.
People expected to see another white light rising.
But at this time, the young man was so frightened that he burst into tears: "I, I don't know... This is just a mission. I just completed the mission. It's none of my business... I didn't violate the Stargate Declaration." 》……”
It was so quiet in the square that the only sound was the boy sobbing.
The remaining members of Ember Song were shocked, and one of them looked at the young man in shock and anger, and shouted: "Lloyd, what nonsense are you talking about!? Seven days ago, you didn't agree with me and Ku Are they together!?"
But before he finished speaking, the consul swung his right hand down, and the city guard behind him raised his sword and dropped it, and the man turned into a white light.
The consul then took two steps forward, looked at the young man on the high platform, and asked: "...Don't be afraid, you are the Holy Chosen Ones, and I know you very well. I understand that you are here to perform a mission, so you Need to tell me, who is the person who gave you this task?"
The young man opened his mouth, took a breath, and then replied: "Yes...yes..."
"It's a woman..."
"It's a mission given to us by a woman. I, I recognize her."
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