When the official notification of the attack on the Royal Council reached the Typhon, Griffith was discussing the information provided by Pilotis with Galadia and Erza.
"At the same time, the echo hub of the Senate and Beyelan was attacked. Beyelan's command system also fell into silence..."
Griffith looked solemn and sank deeply into his chair, holding the notice from Beyelan in his hand. There were two restless psychic crystals on the table in front of him.
Harandil took the initiative to take some sailors to stay on the wrecked battleship to verify the situation and place the wounded. The chosen ones who originally boarded this battleship were beaten away by Pilotis, and the emblems they held were also given to Griffith as a meeting gift after a long separation.
The joy of the unexpected gain was quickly tempered by the shock of the king's assassination. The horrifying news was spread among officials and people, and then received by the Typhon, copied through magic, and presented on parchment.
"Rebellion! Shameless conspiracy! Our beloved His Majesty Aurelius has been assassinated!"
"His Majesty the King is injured! General Fromm was unfortunately killed!"
"His Majesty Aurelius decrees martial law and calls for troops to enter Beyeland to search for the assassin and his accomplices!"
"The Praetorian Guards are on the move, searching the whole city and hanging the traitors!"
These proclamations were accompanied by some images - the Praetorian Guards obtained large pig-killing hooks from slaughterhouses, hung nooses made of piano strings from them, and hanged the captured assassins.
Galadia only glanced at it and hurriedly threw away the paper with the image on it, covering her mouth in disgust.
"That's not right, there is something wrong with this announcement," Griffith said with a frown. "The strength of the Guards is strong enough, and with the assistance of the investigation department and the military police, catching the rebels is just a matter of a team of policemen and a few ropes. Why do we need to mobilize the army!"
Erza sat opposite him with a calm expression: "The king's physical condition was already not very healthy in the past, and it is even weaker now. His mental stability is even more worrying. After experiencing the Duke's backlash and The assassination has been completely destroyed. The madness and anger are fully vented through the physical wounds and can no longer be restrained."
"This is a baseless guess!" Griffith jumped up. "Until I get His Majesty's confirmation, I can't read a word on these scraps of paper."
Galadia and Erza looked at each other and then at the irritable knight: "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," Griffith replied, "I can't stand someone using His Majesty's name to create chaos. The citizen representatives from the provinces are negotiating with the Senate and the Arcane Council. If they cannot compromise, civil war will be inevitable. In this case During the critical period, all actions that may irritate all parties must be restrained. How could His Majesty the King not know this, and why would he summon legions from other provinces to aggravate the situation?"
Erza stood up and grabbed the knight:
"You are not the only one who is troubled. Calm down, Griffith, and let us listen to what others think first. Galadia, let's excuse ourselves for a while."
Today is the first day of January, the day when Mr. Hermit convenes a gathering. Griffith followed Huntress, spreading the psychic barrier. Galadia watched them take a few steps up the steps, then disappeared into a cloud of light and mist, disappearing without a trace.
Miss Elf didn’t expect that this was what excuse me meant. She stared dumbly at the stairs where the two disappeared for a while, rubbed her long hair, and pinched her ears to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
"So they meet every month without telling me!"
…
Griffith once again came to the vast hall like the starry sky.
Mr. Hermit's meetings are held monthly. Guests attending the meeting exchanged information, traded with each other, and shared occult knowledge. The host of the party, Mr. Hermit, would occasionally comment or provide enlightenment. Overall, it was an uneventful and very relaxed gathering.
However, according to Griffith's test results, the Lord of the Rings from Mr. Hermit may be connected to the will of this mysterious being. If the ringholder is not firm enough, his body may be taken away and he may become a slave of his will.
Miss Magician is already waiting for everyone at the round table. She stood up, lifted up her skirt, and greeted the two of them briskly and charmingly: "Good evening, Miss Fengxiang, Mr. Death Knight~"
Miss Mirantes seems to be in a good mood. Isn't he worried about the attack on the king? Griffith muttered to himself while saluting the future princess.
Brunave, who had not seen him for a long time, grinned widely and asked with a smile: "Hey, brother Death Knight, I heard that your chief was killed by the minions of the Death Knight. Could it be that you did it?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Hidden Priest Lady Aslante criticized the orc, who immediately stopped talking.
Griffith shook his head and sat down in his seat.
"Huh? Didn't you do it?" Miss Lover Iletia tilted her head towards him curiously, "I just added fifty points to you, but it's not... I'm a little disappointed, so I'll take it back now."
hiss--! This sister is probably a Shoggoth too. What is she trying to do by giving me extra points? Don’t dare to think. Don’t dare to think. Griffith rubbed his forehead. The mental shock of witnessing Pilotis had not completely subsided. Just a thought made him fearful.
Soon, other people arrived and greeted him warmly or coldly.
I know almost everyone at this party. Erza, the princess, Roland, my uncle, Brunafu and Aslante, the seniors from Silver Moon Tower, are all my acquaintances... Griffith's eyes swept along the party. Circle, falls on the arbiter.
This gentleman whose identity is still a mystery appears to be human in appearance. He is gentle and well-mannered. His status should be high, but he has never revealed any clues about his identity. He seemed to be very familiar with Aslante and had been involved in smuggling business a long time ago.
Who is he?
At this moment, Griffith suddenly felt a vast and noble aura. An indescribable presence has arrived.
The guests present stood up one after another to pay tribute to the hermit. At this moment, everyone felt something strange that they had never experienced before - if the Hermit was as ethereal and elusive as mist before, at this moment He has become as substantial, with such powerful and indescribable power that people can't help but want to kneel down. Worship.
"Your power has become stronger, Mr. Hermit," the Arbiter said. "The time for you to return to the Holy See is near."
The hermit did not approve or object. He sat high on a throne-like seat and nodded to everyone.
"Then let the party begin," the Arbiter said. "As usual, we will first exchange information and then negotiate deals, all under the watchful eye of the great Mr. Hermit."
Seeing that no one had any opinions, the arbitrator paused for a moment.
Griffith looked at him, feeling that this dignified and unpredictable man seemed to be sorting out his emotions and soothing his heartstrings, and was bound to say something shocking.
"The King, Aurelius, has been attacked," the Arbiter said, "and I hear that the Living Thread of the Void is behind it. His order and the Hand of God have been there since Odessa's failed arrival. Seeking opportunities to cause disaster and turmoil. New strife and smoke are a necessary part of their divine descending ritual."
"Oh——!" Brunave banged the table, "I knew it must be these broken bones that did something good!"
"The evidence for this matter is not sufficient, and it is too early to say," Sidious, the stargazer, took over the topic. "The king has the tendency to support the citizen representatives to check and balance the Senate. However, he was unconscious due to injuries and lost the ability to discuss matters. Ability. The Senate, with the assistance of the Imperial Council, is acting in the name of the king. The defense forces loyal to the Senate will take action at any time to crush the citizen representatives' struggle for parliament."
Sure enough, I knew it! What a conspiracy! Griffith clenched his fist angrily.
"So that's it! I know, this is an attack by the Senate disguised as a cult group!" Brunave shouted again, "This kind of thing is not uncommon among us, the enemy is the Senate! Death Knight , are you right?"
Griffith couldn't help but nod. Erza, who was sitting next to him, stretched out her foot and stepped on him hard under the table.
Aslante subconsciously covered her face.
"Humph, naive, too young and too simple," a brave man who did not belong to this era, who was definitely Roland's undoubted guest, interjected brazenly, "Citizen representatives are not easy to deal with either. They have been working together for a long time, and they have organized organizations in various places. militias and armed gangs. In order to oust the Senate, they will not hesitate to launch a civil war. Don't forget, the provincial legions have not yet gathered, and the towns of Bijerland and Bremi are already in a commotion. Even a child knows that the army is going to take action.
“Citizens are already arming themselves and preparing to seize weapons depots and palaces to confront the army.
"Just imagine, if the Senate really wants to take action, why not cover it up and concentrate the troops secretly?"
That makes sense. As expected of Roland, why didn't I pay attention to this detail... Griffith nodded secretly. Erza glanced at him and stepped harder.
"Ah ha——!" Brunave said in a longer tone, "Isn't that right! My little warg used to hide quietly in the grass when catching rabbits, and would never be exposed until the moment he took action. Myself. I think the brave master who does not belong to this era is right. The criminal who attacked the great chief is, Kaki... Dear, how do you pronounce that word just now?"
"Citizen representative," Aslante sighed, "can you stop becoming so fast~"
"You taught me a lesson," Brunave nodded repeatedly and shouted with his head held high, "My wife taught me a lesson very well!"
The shadow priestess threw a fear spell, which made the orcs run away like rabbits. She retracted her hand and looked at Roland: "If you want to talk about the motive for murdering your Majesty, you can't say that you don't have one, right?"
"Oh? Huh?" The brave man who did not belong to this era looked left and right, and found that the magician Miss and Sidious on both sides had moved away. He couldn't help but laugh twice, "I, save the world. What bad thoughts can a brave man have?"
"Your Welford coupon is about to expire soon. The creditors are all the most powerful monarchs, governments, popes and leaders in the world. If you still don't pay, you will have to hide in the abyss. Sorry, you are not welcome there." "Full," Miss Shadow Priest said softly, "You are longing for a war, a war that affects the world. Only in this way can you save yourself. The situation in Beyelan is certainly critical, but without a spark, the fuse will not It burned itself."
The inscrutable temple became silent, and it was as cold as water dripping into ice.
"What..." Brunave walked back to his seat from a distance and exclaimed in a low voice, "Roland is a criminal, he became a hero, and he also wants to be a regicide... Wow! This really messes me up..."
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