Chapter 686 Joint Council (1)

( ) Kylenia does what she thinks is right.

Buffy is doing what he thinks is right.

Elena is doing what she should be doing.

Tang Fang got back into the warm bed, Freya turned over, hugged his body and continued to sleep soundly.

The hour hand of night continues to move forward until the dawn rises in the eastern hemisphere of "Aetea".

In the distant "Khanos", the light of the three brothers covered "Decapon" with a layer of silver gauze, white but not holy.

Hal Palace is still prostrate on the north bank of the Changhe River, quietly bathed in the morning mist, waiting for the sun to disperse them, and waiting for the warmth to visit the world.

It's a pity that this is not the world, but the edge of hell.

The guards began to change guards, and the sound of women's footsteps could be heard from the promenade of the side hall. The silence that pervaded the whole night began to dissipate, and the lights were also lost in the increasingly bright light.

The small airport 10 kilometers west of the palace became noisy. One after another, exquisitely shaped shuttles descended from the clouds and landed on the aprons.

Many old people who carried power and glory stepped down from the cockpit, got into the maglev vehicle with the support of their attendants, and drove along the long straight road outside to the heart of the kingdom.

They are all important ministers of this country, figures who can stand under the throne.

Today is not a festival, but it is grander than any festival.

The joint meeting is held several times a year, but today is destined to be different.

A large number of people is often accompanied by excitement and hustle and bustle, but today, the entire palace is very quiet, which makes people flustered, as if the ministers are not going to meet His Majesty the King, but to attend someone's memorial service.

Of course, for members of the new faction, such a metaphor is very intimate, sweet!

Because its opening symbolizes the decline of the old-school forces, and Henrietta will also usher in the doomsday.

Someone walked the 100-meter-long road from the square in front of the gate to the main entrance of the palace for a long time. Some people smiled towards the sun, some nodded in greeting, and some whispered greetings...

The stone sculpture of the soloist in the flowers in front of the porch of the main palace quietly stares at the green pond and fountain not far away as before,

On both sides are red maples surrounded by stone fences. It's just that it hasn't been ignited by autumn yet, and it's still glowing with the green of summer. A little further away, you can see the Victorian style turret, adding a touch of delicacy and agility to this frivolous world.

When the melodious bells sounded from the tower of St. Stov's Cathedral in the city of "Decapeben", there were only a few guards patrolling the long avenue, and the ministers had already entered the joint meeting hall. Wait quietly for the meeting to start.

There are many lamps distributed in the circular dome, illuminating the wide and solemn venue with soft light.

There are many popular and powerful figures in the kingdom sitting on the circular seats near the periphery, separated by the aisle in the middle, they are clearly divided into three factions.

The old faction belonging to Henrietta, the new faction belonging to Hymn Will, and the Fence Sitting faction who are grouped together.

In the past, they would keep quiet, or stare coldly at the political opponents on the other side, or bow their heads to think about their thoughts, or tap on the table in boredom.

Today is different, the old-school power area on the left is very dull. Most of the people were sitting in danger, only a few people were whispering, talking about some recent events, sometimes frowning, sometimes angry.

The new faction on the right is the opposite. Compared with the members of the old faction, most of them are younger and have more festive expressions on their faces. Few of them can hide their colors.

Of course, this does not mean that they do not have city government. But on this special day today, they can take off the masks on their faces, greet the upcoming events with smiles, and they can also hit the morale of the old forces. Why not do it?

Between the two opposing factions, there is the fence-sitter faction with fewer members, because the capital economic circle is the place where the confrontation between Praisewell and Henrietta is the most intense. As a buffer, the ministers of the fence-sitter faction can have the soil for survival.

A large part of them made friends with the great lords of the Fencers, and there were very few truly independent people.

Today's fencers are also different from those of the past. Compared with the excitement of the new faction and the silence of the old faction, their expressions are mostly complicated. Those who used to have a relationship with members of the old faction are in a trance, with a worried look on their faces, and perhaps a touch of sadness. Those who were closer to the members of the new faction were much more relaxed, calmly looking at the rostrum facing the gate.

Drizzt walked into the venue through the exclusive passage, sat on the side of the rostrum, looked calmly at the speaking platform in the center of the venue, his expression was as stiff as a rock.

As a representative of the new faction, he didn't show a look of joy or complacency, but remained expressionless, quietly waiting for the arrival of the real big men.

Five minutes later, the venue became quieter. Gilcott stepped on the lights, walked into the rostrum area of ​​the venue accompanied by two marquises, and sat near the center.

Gilcote, like Henrietta, was a noble prince, uncle to His Majesty the King.

Today, his complexion is a little bad, his old face is particularly dry, and even his eyes lack the brilliance of the past.

The ministers watched him walk into the hall, watched him step on the lights and the red carpet, watched him sit on the seat representing identity and status, watched him wipe his face with a handkerchief with trembling hands .

As an iconic figure of the old-school forces, he is older than Henrietta, and has been absent from the joint meeting for many years, but today, he appeared in front of everyone, not through the remote projection mode, but sitting on the rostrum with flesh and blood .

No one spoke, and the scene was quiet, even the sound of the air-conditioning system exchanging air could be heard.

The two Marquis walked to the area where Drizzt was and sat down, smiling and nodding to members of the old faction.

After a little effort, Gilcott's rear seat projection system automatically turned on, and the light from the lens interweaved into a blue bust in mid-air.

The Duke of Tucson, the elder of the fence-sitting faction, appeared in front of everyone. His moustache was still so sexy, even if it was just an illusory holographic projection, it was still hard to hide his elegance.

His territory is far away on the border of the kingdom, including the Carlo star system, the Louis star system and the Campes star system, separated from the Star Alliance territory by a border line.

Then there is the representative of the new faction, Grand Duke Edwina, who is a well-known duchess in the entire Hillenbel region, not only because of her youth, but also because of her beauty. Even though he was nearly 50 years old, he had a youthful and beautiful face and a devil figure that was so enchanting that it couldn't be more enchanting.

As soon as her figure appeared, it attracted the attention of most people present. It's a pity that it was a projection, not her real body, which made people feel regretful. certainly. There are also quite a few people who are jealous, and most of them are women.

Many people are curious about why she can stay young for so long. Even if she has been using beauty nutrient solution, it is impossible for a middle-aged and elderly woman to have the beautiful appearance of a young girl.

She said it was a secret. It is a unique beauty-preserving recipe bestowed by the Holy Spirit. Once told to others, it will no longer be effective.

As a result, the women can only chew their tongues behind their backs with envy, jealousy and hatred, while the men fantasize about her as the lover of their dreams. Come to satisfy your yy.

Only Captain Tang knew her secret, or rather guessed it.

The information obtained by the "Gypsy" God Armed Research Base includes not only the communication records with the Turanx United Kingdom branch, but also the communication logs with other branch scientific research institutions——Zidane where Edwina is located The Luo star system is impressively listed.

The things that ordinary nutrient solution can’t do don’t mean that God’s Armed Forces can’t do it either. After those clones damaged in the experiment are discarded, the recovered nutrient solution can not only strengthen their physique, but also improve human skin after special treatment, making them more healthy. Firm and smooth, restore youthfulness.

This is also the reason why Tang Fang is sure that Hymn Will has an affair with God's Armed Forces.

As the younger brother of His Majesty the King, Turamon allowed God's armed forces to build scientific research bases in his own territory. As a member of the new faction, Edwina's territory also appeared in the communication log obtained by Tang Fang from the "Gypsy" scientific research base.

This is not an isolated phenomenon. The territory of almost every representative of the new faction is in that diary.

In this case, if it is said that Psalmwell does not know the existence of the Armed Forces of God, no one will believe it. Moreover, some non-critical information obtained on the "Angel" made him aware of some tricks.

I am afraid that the person who plots against him is not Terro, but the shrewd and capable His Majesty the King. Either Tripathi, or himself. They were all used by Psalmwell as a tool to intensify domestic conflicts and deal a fatal blow to the old-school forces.

He made it, he did it.

Tang Fang's massacre of nobles in "Georgia" completely angered vested interest groups. At the same time, it dragged the old-school forces into a bottomless quagmire.

Edwina's dress is extraordinarily glamorous today, her slender eyebrows are curved into a moon hook, coupled with a sunny smile on her lips, making her even more charming and charming. She was like going to a big party, not a low-key political meeting.

She looked around, and her eyes finally fell on Drizzt. Smiling and nodding.

He also nodded in return, but his face was still expressionless, which made people wonder if he didn't understand aesthetics, or he didn't have the impulse of a man in his bones.

In the aristocratic circle of the United Kingdom of Turanx, there are only a very few people who can ignore Edwina's beauty, and Hymn Will and Drizzt are among them, which just shows that the pair of monarchs and ministers are the same kind of people.

After Edwina appeared, Duke Finney of the old faction was next, then the Marquis of the new faction, who belonged to the far border, and then the Marquis of Robinson and Arudiba.

One after another aristocrats appeared in the core area of ​​the venue, and more than half of them participated by means of projection. Only the aristocrats who were relatively close to the capital's economic circle would come in person to cheer for their own political forces.

In such an occasion that concerns the future of the entire United Kingdom of Turanx, the presence of a real person is naturally far more important than a projection, and it is also more suitable. It can also adapt to the situation and handle some more urgent matters.

A quarter of an hour later, more than half of the lords from all over the United Kingdom of Turanx entered the venue through projection participation and actual presence.

The air-conditioning system removes the stale air from the venue and injects fresh, high-quality air with hints of elegance and fragrance, keeping the spacious auditorium clean and comfortable at all times.

Turamon and a young marquis walked in from the direction of the gate. He did not take the exclusive passage that members of the royal family and His Majesty's close officials had the right to pass through. The aisle between them, step by step to the core area where the rostrum is located.

The scarlet cloak dragged rolling red on the ground, like a burning flame. The heavy leather boots stepped on the red carpet without making any sound, like a silent movie with bright colors, which made people feel uncomfortable, as if something was stuck in their heart.

Several old people squinted their eyes, looked at His Royal Highness the Prince with outstanding martial arts skills, and at Servis Guarin, who had snatched the Marquis throne from his brother in a duel, with extremely gloomy expressions.

They think Turamon did it on purpose. Deliberately walked slowly through the main entrance where the ministers entered, in order to put pressure on the old-school forces and members of the fence-sitting faction, to declare their own glory like a triumphant general, and to declare Hymnwell's absolute power over the kingdom.

"It's really arrogant."

"He is Turamon. He has the capital of arrogance."

Two important members of the finance department who belonged to the fence-sitting faction discussed in a low voice, and then glanced at the members of the new faction, with jealousy and envy in their eyes.

Positioning is an art, just like dealing with people and reincarnation, it is a skill.

The members of the new faction are precisely because they chose the right backer. Only today's high-spirited, only today's elated.

When Henrietta was in power, they lived timidly and cautiously. To this day, they follow Hymn Will to the peak of power, enjoy the wine of the winners, and listen to the wailing of the losers.

"If I had known today, Ivy should have been more enthusiastic when I visited." An important official of the transportation department said with emotion.

When Henrietta suppressed the royalist forces that supported Praisewell, he avoided affecting himself. Instead, he got close to Tripathi and joined the forces of the Fencer Faction. Today, Ivy in his mouth is already the Minister of Health, but he has been sitting in the transportation department for more than ten years, living a life without a future.

Some people cast disdainful and contemptuous glances at Servis Guarin, while others appreciated him.

He was only 40 years old, and he became the master of the marquis, enjoying the awe of all people and the taste of supreme power.

The disdain and contempt are because he designed to frame his elder brother and had to accept the challenge and have a duel with him. In the end, Servis stabbed his brother 18 times in the chest with his long sword. I watched helplessly as my compatriots bled to death.

He also beheaded all those who dared to oppose him, including his sister-in-law and more than 10 nephews, and hung their heads in the sun at the gate of the palace for 7 days. And the blood-stained long sword was inserted by him on the stone platform in front of the porch of the main palace, accompanied by those flowers and green trees.

It was cruel and fair, because it was an upright duel. Serves defeated his opponent with his sword, and no one could say much more. What the world can criticize is nothing less than his cruelty and ruthlessness.

But... isn't power struggle always like this? The so-called prince of the winner is nothing more than that.

Regardless of the history of any dynasty or generation, it is all stained with blood and piled up with corpses. Gaining power by killing is the most convenient and effective method.

Many people said he was cruel and innocent, but Tulamon didn't think so, and admired his bravery and ruthlessness very much.

When Turamon applauded Servis in the name of the prince and invited him to share the worries of His Majesty, those who had spurned and cursed him became dumb, and more people chose to cheer for him.

Since then, no one has dared to question the legitimacy of Servis's title...at least in person.

Turamon and Serves walked very slowly, and their generous backs carried the gazes and emotions of many people. Every step they took was like a drumbeat.

Of course, the drumbeat is not under the boots, the drumbeat is in the hearts of some people in the old school.

In fact, Turamon felt that such a bright sword was not perfect, because the scabbard on his waist was empty, there was no hilt gleaming with cold light, and there was no weight that made him feel at ease. After all, it lacked a bit of sharpness, or killing intent.

Serves walked to the marquis area below Edwina and sat down, calmly staring at the beautiful and coquettish woman... No, the old woman, there was no longing in her eyes.

Turamon walked up to Gilcott and called out calmly, "Uncle." Then he turned and walked back to his seat to sit down, staring coldly at the audience without saying a word.

His expression was very cold, and Gilcott's expression was even colder, even indifferent, because he didn't even lift his eyelids, half lying on the seat, as if he was fast asleep.

Everyone knew what Turamon was doing recently and what he was going to do.

He is like a long sword in the hand of His Majesty the King.

The point of the long sword is naturally where the battlefield is.

Today, the battlefield is here.

Not long after Turamon and Serves sat down, several lords entered the venue through projection.

At the same time, some princes and dukes of royal blood also came to the scene one after another.

The people participating in the meeting gradually arrived, and there were only a few vacancies left in the core area, except for the rostrum at the front, which was still somewhat deserted.

The brighter the lights, the faces with different expressions and colors were shone on. From time to time, there were a few light coughs from the crowd, briefly breaking the depression that permeated the venue. Some people would take the opportunity to scratch their greasy faces, Some people will take the opportunity to exhale the turbid air that is stuck in their chests, and even the smug members of the new faction put away the smiles on their faces, quietly waiting for the game to start.

The arrival of Turamon and Serves is the first event, not the last event.

Because Henrietta hasn't arrived yet, because Hymn Will hasn't arrived yet.

However, unexpectedly, a person who shouldn't appear suddenly appeared between Turamon and the two of them, and once again sent the venue to hell.

The doors of the exclusive passageway for members of the royal family opened to both sides, and an old man with silver hair and an oxygen tube in his nostrils was sitting on a magnetic levitation chair and entered the venue accompanied by several court maids.

He is too old, almost 120 years old, with loose and intertwined wrinkles on his face, covering most of his face, and no light can be seen in those dim old eyes, like a jar of stagnant water without ripples. (~^~)

ps: It’s hard to live a life of coding after get off work, so I really want to have time to fight!