Chapter 726 Let me be crowned king

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Teresa was not only an undercover agent of the Holy See.

Or a spy for Prince Golan.

During a certain period of time, she was specially sent to fan the flames of Prince Lille, and finally drove him to rebel in a fit of enthusiasm last night.

After the rebellion, Teresa ran back to Prince Golan's camp.

Then he continued to fan the flames and lied about the lack of strength of the imperial army, and suffered heavy losses in the collision with Prince Lille's army. His father was frightened by the attack last night and suddenly fell ill.

And a look at the coronation ceremony this morning.

Walder XVIII was indeed not present.

After another investigation.

The coronation ceremony will only be guarded by the Guards of Tarantino.

Judging from the various results, the time, place and people are favorable!

That's why Prince Golan took the desperate step of forcing the palace.

The result was unexpected.

Even if the city defense army of the royal capital was bribed not to participate in this matter, Prince Golan could not win against this simple escort army at the coronation ceremony.

The defeat was simply worse than that of Prince Lille last night.

"Teresa, didn't you mean..."

Princess Philona looked at the equally pale girl next to her with tearful eyes.

Teresa said in a panic: "Sister, I don't know what's going on. Until this morning, I had never heard that my father had deployed another army to the royal capital."

Seeing that Teresa's expression didn't look fake, Princess Philona collapsed on the ground in complete despair, muttering something in her mouth.

She knew that no matter what, since the imperial army appeared here, it meant that their father, King Wald XVIII, had already anticipated the changes in the coronation ceremony.

So this could all be a trap.

A trap for Prince Golan.

The cooperation of the city defense army was probably to allow Prince Golan to lead the team to the Gate of Pallas smoothly, and then legitimately capture the people in the name of rebellion.

This is Princess Philona's guess.

Thinking of this, she felt that the future was dark.

Even His Royal Highnesses from the royal family of San Varro rebelled, and many were executed for this in history. There were even a lot of them.

After all, the San Varro royal family does not lack blood.

Seeing Princess Philona who couldn't help crying.

Teresa comforted her hypocritically.

The relationship between Princess Teresa, the 19th Royal Highness of the San Varo Royal Family, and Princess Fiona, the 3rd Royal Highness, has always been very good.

In terms of age, Filona was one round older than Teresa.

Later, she probably felt sorry for Theresa who was sent out of the royal capital due to poor health since she was a child. Therefore, after Theresa returned to live in the royal capital, Princess Philona took special care of her younger sister.

As the two got back and forth, they gradually became close sisters.

Of course this is for Philona.

Philona knew that her brother wanted to compete for the throne, so she didn't mind helping her brother gain more favor from the royal heirs, and she became closer to Teresa.

And for Teresa.

Excuse me.

My mother has been a loyal believer of the Holy See of Light since she was a child.

Philona wanted to use Theresa's support to strengthen her brother's ability to compete for the throne.

It just so happened that Teresa also wanted to use the cover of Prince Golan to convey information to the Holy See of Light conscientiously, and at the same time help the Holy See of Light to divide the harmony within the Saint Varo royal family.

Both sides are very satisfied with this wave.

In the royal family of San Vallo, brothers and sisters are respectful and sisters are kind.





After another rebellion ends.

The Imperial Guards hastily cleaned up the scene and gathered up the corpses near the Gate of Pallas. As for the blood stains, it was impossible to clean them up for the time being.

Prince Golan had also been knocked unconscious and taken away. Princess Filona had no one to pay attention to her, but she almost passed away in fear.

Those nobles who still don't know the truth are still trembling. They want to leave, want to leave this terrible coronation ceremony. However, the guards around them who are eagerly watching and full of blood make them dare not move at all.

Because the ceremony will continue.

The coronation also requires the presence of these famous officials and ministers.

It doesn’t matter if ordinary people run away.

But if the new king is crowned without the respect of these rich and noble families, it will be like a humiliation for the San Varo royal family.

Do you want to rebel?

Otherwise, why not come and witness the coronation of the new king?

In the past, nobles liked these forms of ostentation that could show their status, but now they avoid them, wishing that they were seriously ill in bed this morning and could not stay in bed.

For a moment, the entire Pallas Gate was extremely silent, except for the gentle sobbing sounds from some timid people.

The escort quickly cleared the scene.

The stern-faced deacon of the Senate stepped onto the stage again.

"it's over?"

At this time.

Quietly beneath the Gate of Pallas.

A cold and cold voice sounded.

At noon on this scorching sun, with blood still lingering in the air, a cold wind blowing through like an icy cold wind blew through, making everyone sober-minded in an instant.

Even the nobles who were sobbing to themselves stopped crying and looked up subconsciously.

But when they saw the bright and sacred figure on the coronation platform directly under the Gate of Pallas, they reacted belatedly.

This seems to be the voice of the Pope of Light.

In the incident of rebellion and power seeking last night.

The presence of the Holy See of Light is really low to the extreme. Even just now, the Knights of the Holy See were just silently guarding the high platform and did not participate in this dispute.

And this was also the second time that everyone heard the voice of the Pope of Light at this coronation ceremony.

As refreshing as ever.

But the other party's voice had no emotion, it seemed like it was just a normal inquiry.

The deacon of the Senate nodded and smiled without being condescending: "The Pope of Light has seen the joke. This coronation ceremony will continue. No matter what, Prince Simon will become the nineteenth of the Saint Varo Empire. This is what we all hope for." .”

Xu Shuo turned his head and looked at him.

The deacon quickly lowered his head after just one glance.

Although he could not meet the other person's eyes, even when he stared at the sun crown, he was inexplicably shocked and did not dare to neglect him again.



At this moment, everyone's attention was also focused on the coronation platform.

They saw that the lips under the golden sun crown were slightly raised in an arc, and the faint smile was as bright as brilliance. Suddenly, they felt that the entire Gate of Pallas was emitting sacred light at this moment.

"As expected?"

The Pope of Light opened his lips and teeth lightly, and his voice was neither cold nor indifferent, but it seemed to contain an indescribable rhythm.

Hearing this, the Council immediately had a bad feeling.

"continue?"

The voice of the Pope of Light came out again.

The Senate's heart skipped a beat.

"Then go ahead."

The Pope of Light continued to say the next sentence.

After hearing these words, the Council of Ministers' heart dropped slowly, and they slowly let out a breath of air that they had been holding back.

But before the deacon came forward to speak.

The Pope of Light let go of his hand, and the Crown of Saint Varo fell from his hand.

Ding-dong-dang-dang...

The crown made a loud sound and lay quietly on the lime-white ground.

The delicate gemstones reflect light against the dirt on the ground.

All of a sudden.

The whole place was really silent this time.

The Pope of Light took over the sun crown scepter that belonged to him from the emissary of the Heretic Tribunal, and then opened his arms slightly, and the dazzling light shone brightly in his hands.

"The empire of Saint-Varro is so absurd."

"Why not, let me be crowned king."