There is an apprentice from another world in the Knox Bar in the far south, and his appearance can be said to be silent. But now that the Kingdom Council in the royal capital of Iron Claw City is missing a queen, things have become quite serious.
In front of the long table of Dragon Cave Castle, the big shots were sitting upright with serious expressions, looking intently at the empty throne... The way they suppressed curiosity and maintained their demeanor was quite interesting. If someone in the world could observe both at the same time, they would probably make a choice.
Unfortunately, there are such people in the world.
A paw rested on the smooth surface of the crystal, turning it around. With the movement, faces emerged inside the crystal, then faded away and faded away. Suddenly, a sleeve embroidered with pink spots leaked out of someone's trousers, like a stain on silk, but the owner was unaware of it. This person's dressing style is still within the scope of public aesthetics, but the bold color matching surprised Roma Penelope. What a rashy swan! I have to take a closer look at this. She tried not to smile.
But no one could hear her laughter. Roma is lying on the observation deck of the Tower of the Sky, using the mysterious items unique to the tower to peek at the remote country of Eastman across most of the Penia Io continent and a straight line distance of nearly ten thousand miles. of Kingdom Council. The many secrets of political figures involved were also recorded one by one by observers nearby. She was glad that she had sneaked in through some connections, so she only needed to enjoy the scenery without shaking her pen all the time.
"Her Majesty is unwell," said Laurence Norman, the real Recorder of Parliament. He didn't know that even if he missed words and sentences, the real process of the kingdom meeting would not be lost - there was a backup in the tower above his head. "She will approve all the final proposals produced at this meeting."
People were whispering to each other, and Roma watched with great interest. It may seem strange for the Minuter to announce Her Majesty's absence, but in the Eastman Kingdom the Minuter's role has always been a part-time job for the Prime Minister. Sure enough, the chaotic discussion lasted for half a minute, and no one raised any questions.
…Except for the cloverleaf’s Tracy Wiggins Duke. Roma immediately turned the camera to her.
"What exactly is the discomfort?" the Duke asked. "As the Queen of Eastman, my sister does not receive the best care in her palace?"
The four-leaf Duke has a pair of lovely ears, which are often hidden in his dark brown hair. In Roma's opinion, there was no more convenient way than to hide her ears with her hair. She had been worrying about this for most of a month, and finally put away her ears when she transformed. It’s unbelievable that ordinary people can do it easily, without practicing skills. I should have come to the observation deck earlier. Roma regretted it and felt that her time was wasted. She continued to read.
"Physically." Sir Norman replied. He seemed quite used to dealing with Tracy's questions. "No matter how good the care is, it cannot be eradicated. Please forgive me, Lord Wiggins."
"Maybe we should have considered this earlier." Duke Yotsuba said, "I have proposed before that the meeting time should be adjusted earlier. Improve efficiency! An inefficient court is a dereliction of duty to the entire kingdom. Speaking of high Efficiency, such a laborious and thankless stupid thing needs to be stopped urgently to get rid of the redundancy in expenses..."
At this time, there was a slight crackling sound from opposite her, and there seemed to be a flash of sparks. Immediately afterwards, misty smoke began to fill the air. Tracy's voice broke off. She narrowed her eyes, her expression as hard as stone.
Someone lit a cigarette in this solemn and solemn occasion as if there was no one else around. He was vomiting and twitching intoxicatedly, and his head immediately seemed to be wrapped in fog, forcing the participants on both sides to turn their heads to avoid it.
The smoker was a young man, or so it seemed. He didn't put his shoes on the table arrogantly, probably just because there was a water glass on it. He wore a purple brocade shirt and a soft, ironed silver-threaded brown waistcoat. His bow tie was undoubtedly made by the masters of Iron Claw City, and the chain decoration was a prominent reflection of the clothing style of Eagle City in the west of the kingdom. His belt carried two jeweled daggers, and his trousers were baggy and skewed, as if they were filled with sand. They couldn't help but get loose, after all, the owner only tied a section of the strap around the calf. His hair was tied to the top of his head, making his head look like a gift box.
The most annoying thing was the eyes, Roma thought to herself. They were very dishonest and always liked to turn around. She couldn't help feeling uncomfortable as she imagined herself making contact with such strange eyes.
"What do you think? Your Majesty the Duke." The person sitting next to him couldn't stand it anymore.
He immediately sat up straight, as if his previous actions were just waiting for these words. The Duke of the Kingdom and the King of the Principality looked around, slowly put down his cigarette, then cleared his throat and opened his mouth.
"I object," Tracy said. Roma almost laughed.
A round star symbol popped up on the square table, indicating a vote in favor.
The woman said:
"To be honest, I am opposed to such meaningless exploration, not to allocate budgets into private pockets. First of all, since everything has its meaning, then I think value is the embodiment of meaning... Starting from the initial discussion, Sixty years have passed, has this plan really brought anything to us and to the kingdom?”
No one responded. Only the Duke, who had been robbed of the conversation, frowned. Just as he was about to retort, the lady combed her dark brown hair at the temples, revealing a pair of slightly pointed ears, and then added slowly:
"Secondly, I don't like to see other people smoking in front of me. Of course, Duke Messettori, I respect your hobby, but as a noble of the kingdom, please improve your taste. We don't need to share rolls of paper with dock workers .Did you know there is something called a pipe?"
"..."
Her words were really sharp. The young Duke shook off his cigarette and tensed his cheek muscles.
Roma heard with regret that Sir Norman coughed to put an end to their little conflict. "Gentlemen, it would be best for us not to talk about things that are not related to the subject of the parliament."
People began to reminisce about parliamentary topics they never started talking about. Roma opened the document and found that the theme of the meeting of the kingdom's nobles was written on the front page: the reconstruction of tunnels in the Morris Mountains. For the little apprentices in the tower, tunnel is also a new word. She continued to scroll back, and when she read "large-scale subsidence due to unknown reasons" and "the Kingdom's railway, which is about to be completed, has been temporarily put into use", people talked about losses.
The Duke of Cigarettes raised his eyebrows, glanced at the Countess of Four-Leaf Collar opposite, and puffed out more smoke from his nose: "I agree."
The symbol immediately jumped, looked a little more complicated, and darkened again.
Tracy ignored his seemingly provocative approach. After the two dukes with real power expressed their opinions, the minor nobles were no longer silent. The number of votes from both parties surged, and the atmosphere became increasingly heated.
Sir Norman was busy recording with his head down. When he stopped writing, the symbol on the table had turned into a miniature star ball. Countless bright stardust are flying around the white body, and stripes of light are surrounding it. Roma couldn't understand the display result of this thing.
Fortunately, Norman should know better. Since the first vote is against, white means that there are more votes against than in favor, but it does not represent the degree of advantage. When voting was most frequent, it bounced around like a rubber ball, and those little dots of light danced with it.
At this time only a few people were left without voting.
The conference room became quiet again, even the wind became smaller, and the swaying of the window curtains gradually slowed down.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Messettori, I hope you can consider your position before making a statement, rather than just for the sake of your own mood." Someone suddenly said.
The Duke of Cigarettes who was named turned his head and looked at the end of the long table. The person who spoke seemed to be a respectable middle-aged priest. He wore a thick black robe with a cross embroidered on his chest. Gold thread surrounds the collar and hem, forming hymns connected to each other.
This person undoubtedly has a very high status. As soon as he finished speaking, the young Duke showed hesitation, as if he was hesitant about these words. Even Roma could see that even without Tracy's sarcasm, Messatori would not have chosen to object...until the priest who spoke spoke.
She zoomed in and looked at the man's name tag, which read Peyton Forrester. Eastman does not have a Forrester family; he sits on the council as the Chapter Bishop of the Church of Gaia. As it should be. She remembered that not just any clergyman could sew hymns on his sleeve. The dissent of the Lord Bishop silenced the people, and the Kingdom Council became dull.
"Did you turn off the observation ball? Why is there no sound?"
"They just stopped talking, Sabine. It was the old bishop who did it!"
The companion breathed a sigh of relief and put away the pen. "Quietness is a good thing. The camera just made me dizzy."
There is no need to explain that what is in the crystal ball is a scene far away in the palace of the capital of the Eastman Kingdom, but the participants obviously do not know that the suzerain country is arranging for people to record their actions.
"You're such a letdown."
"Your mood is strange, Roma."
"That's better than being eaten by a book!"
Roma moved her face away from the huge crystal ball. She turned around on the chair and looked at the angle, then retracted again. Through the crystal, she made a hateful expression at the girl who was looking down at the book.
"We are here to record, how can we do without taking notes?" Sabina is a young girl wearing an astrologer's night sky robe. In terms of appearance, she is obviously much more professional than Roma. A constellation chart covered her body from top to bottom, and even her arms were painted with star lines. She heard the sound and looked up, just in time to see a distorted and enlarged lion-headed face sticking out its tongue at her.
"Ah!" Miss Astrologer screamed immediately. When she came to her senses, she was furious. "What are you doing!"
Roma put her two paws on the smooth surface. She shook her head, and the projection through the crystal ball and the projection inside continued to deform. She worked tirelessly to make herself look more sinister, but she was never satisfied. "Sabina, what do you think I used to scare Larsen?"
"If I were a mentor, I would beat you up. Stay away. The observation ball is movable, you are going to knock it off!"
"Larson wouldn't beat me." But Ghostface pressed closer, trying to hear more of Sabine's screams.
Kaka...
As if prophesying, as soon as Sabina finished speaking, the chair shook on the carpet, but it finally did not fall down.
Sabine's heart rose and fell again. She looked at the lion-headed troublemaker above, who was still twisting there heartlessly, and closed the book: "Get down quickly, Roma! I'm going to tell you Teacher!"
"You know how to do this." The little lion Roma shook her chair even more vigorously, causing the crystal suspended in front of her to shake. "Go quickly."
"You think I don't dare! Just wait, I'll tell him now that you used the recorded coordinates of the observation ball to peek!"
This is really a bit of a threat. "Hey! I'll tell him you watched it too." But Roma was not to be outdone. She was about to get up while holding the crystal ball, but suddenly her hand slipped. It's over. She watched as the crystal slid off the base.
Little Lion Head and Miss Astrologer screamed at the same time.
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In the conference room, people waited quietly for Archduke Messatori to make a decision. The powerful man pinched out the cigarette in his hand, stretched out his fingers to rub his chin, and then the bridge of his nose. When he started to pinch his earlobes, Tracy across from him became impatient: "You wash it." Are you done, Mr. Messettori? If you want to continue grooming with your tongue, I suggest you go and stay in the fireplace."
"you……!"
Bishop Payton coughed. The Cigarette Duke's face was ashen, but he finally kept his mouth shut. Prime Minister Norman only felt a headache, but he had never done anything to ease the conflicts between the two parties. Especially Tracy, this woman is undoubtedly a queenist and the biggest pillar of the royal family, but her ideas have never been recognized by Norman. After all, we still need the support of the Messector Territory.
Fortunately Bishop Payton was able to persuade the smoking bastard. But when Norman thought that the two sides had temporarily stopped fighting, he slammed the table and stood up...
...But with a "crack", just as the Cigarette Duke stood up, the vote counter on the table suddenly broke into pieces without warning.
Shocking. In the silence, the eyes of the nobles attending the meeting moved from Messettoli's body to the table, and then from the table back to his hands.
This bastard actually raised his hand and declared to the people around him: "I didn't use any force."
Tracy frowned and looked at the table: "The projection magic on the parliamentary stage is malfunctioning?"
It was smashed to pieces...Norman almost blurted out these words. This could not have happened. No one can slap magic into pieces! But as a court magician, he had no choice but to check the magic circle himself.
Something really went wrong. "There is a small section of magic text that is misplaced." Normally this kind of bad luck wouldn't happen, so Norman thought it was because of Archduke Messatori. As long as he shows up, nothing good will happen to us. However, on the surface, he had to comfort him with words: "Don't worry, Lord Messettori. I'm sure this is none of your business." But looking at the other party's face, I'm afraid it had the opposite effect. I am as kind as I can be, he thought to himself. Whatever you want. "Anyway, you can't break a shadow."
…
Likewise, comfort cannot restore a shattered crystal to its original shape. The little lion got up from the mess and shook the debris out of its fur. She quickly covered her ears and ran away.
A furious scream came from the tower in the mist:
"Roma! Look what you have done!!"
