Chapter 694

Facing Tang Fang, he completely lost his calmness as a wise man, and turned into a person who was influenced by emotions. Naturally, that face was no longer the same, and there were more colors.

From Tang Fang's point of view, this is very interesting, but from Zan Geweier's point of view, it is not interesting at all. This means that he loses his qualifications to be proud in front of Captain Tang, and loses the capital of peace.

He... is a complete loser.

It is conceivable what a heavy blow it is to let a human king with more than ten million people swallow the bitter fruit of failure.

If it were someone else, he might have already had a nervous breakdown. Fortunately, he was Praise Will, standing in adversity, forged in bitter cold, like a soft sword that has been polished for many years, he can bend and stretch Praise Will.

He quickly regained his composure, put the simple long sword back into the scabbard, and his face returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

Mr. J said: "Your sword is thirsty."

Praise Will said, "I feel the same way."

Then the two walked outside together, there was no extra communication, and in fact there was no need for extra communication.

Will he compromise?

No, His Majesty the King will not compromise with anyone, Mr. J knows him very well.

The final negotiation process was just a trick of His Majesty the King to paralyze that kid and wait for him to throw himself into the trap.

Such tribulations cannot defeat Hymn Will, and it is even more difficult to obliterate his ambition to rule the kingdom and be an eternal emperor.

If he was a person who gave up so easily, how could he have grown to this extent under Henrietta's shadow.

That's not to say those sad emotions weren't real, he did feel aggrieved, a sense of defeat. However, his mind is strong enough to turn these negative emotions into the courage to move on, never admit defeat, never give up, and get up after falling. Fall again, get up again, and move forward step by step until death.

After all, he and Henrietta were really the same kind of person.

Until walking out of the door of the meeting room, Psalmwell had a calm expression. Said in a calm tone: "See you later."

"See you later."

Mr. J didn't move,

Watching the backs of His Majesty the King and the two black warriors getting farther and farther in the corridor until they reached the corner, he slowly buttoned the top button of his shirt, turned around and walked to the open-air corridor leading to a clean green space.

He raised his right hand. Something between the fingers turned into fine golden sand, which rose up with the wind and flew away.

"Terro...it's really ugly...it's a pity for the 'Void Ripper'...Athena..."

The intermittent voice was blown away by the wind, and he stepped on the mottled light and shadow cast by the maple trees on both sides of the corridor and gradually drifted away.

There were a few birds chirping in the distance, and there was a woman on the green field whose long skirt was blown by the wind, and there was an exclamation.

It is a pity that Mr. J's face is really not handsome, and it destroys the freshness and tranquility of a corner of the palace.

He is always good at destroying something good.

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It was almost noon. Sunshine became not gentle, of course, not to mention rough. It's just that the sun makes people drowsy... The premise is that he has had enough food.

It is a pity that the sun did not shine into the meeting place of the joint council, and people did not eat, so the tiredness did not hang in the air like a musical note. What filled the room was a depressing silence.

Not calm, but stillness.

The source of this atmosphere is His Majesty the King. He entered the meeting place with a blank face, stepping on his measured footsteps. Go from the side door to the speech platform in the center of the venue.

In fact, before he appeared, the whole venue was boiling. Like boiling hot oil, gurgling with oily flowers.

Because of Henrietta's voice and Tucson's defection, the new faction is no longer the protagonist of the meeting. More and more people ignore the cold gazes of Ramon and Tyron, and whisper to the people around them, discussing what happened , Why hasn't His Majesty the King come back for a long time, and why the voting results have not been announced for a long time.

Some people noticed that Drizzt's face was very ugly. Since he returned to the venue, he sat in his seat without saying a word, staring blankly at the dry hands lying flat on the desktop touch screen,

A few people showed agitation, and the meeting had been going on for too long, which was exhausting.

Until the appearance of Anthem Will broke all the movement, like someone suddenly unplugging the audio power, the venue suddenly fell silent.

sand... sand... sand...

Just like when he entered, leather boots rubbed against the brightly colored carpet.

"Cuckoo!"

A dissonant voice broke the monotonous and oppressive silence.

It was people's stomachs screaming, because it was already noon, but they were still hungry waiting for the end of this supposedly simple and smooth meeting, the announcement of the voting results, and the conclusion of the topic of Turamon.

That voice not only broke the eerie calm of the venue, but also broke the majesty that enveloped Anthem Will.

Many people let out a sigh of relief.

Turamon, Edwina, Serves and others stared at His Majesty the King expectantly.

Henrietta, Mellor, Tucson and the others stared at His Majesty the King with calm eyes.

Arnasi inserted the oxygen tube back into his nostril.

Under everyone's attention, Angewell finally stepped onto the podium, glanced around the audience from left to right, and said in an unusually indifferent tone: "That's it, the meeting is adjourned."

Two short sentences, "end here" and "end the meeting".

What His Majesty the King said was very simple and relaxed, but to the ears of those ministers and lords, it was heavier than mountains and louder than thunder.

stop here? What about the Turamon issue?

Break up the meeting? A grand meeting that gathers all the great nobles of the United Kingdom of Turanx, just break up like this? What a joke!

Even if Anthem Will stood on the podium in the middle of the venue, even if there was a heart-piercing aura around him, it was still difficult to suppress the restlessness and uproar in the crowd.

The area where the ministers are located is boiling again, far beyond just now.

Members of the new faction stared at the wise and wise king in their minds in astonishment. Some wondered if they had heard it wrong, some thought it was His Majesty's joke, and some showed thoughtful expressions.

Lost, depressed. More or less there is still some anger spreading in the area where members of the new faction are located.

The people on the wall looked at each other in dismay, looking at the expressionless face on the podium in shock.

"What about the voting results?" A minister who voted in favor said blankly.

The person next to him pushed the pair of reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said in a cold voice: "Your Majesty the King said, stop here!"

"Then...then what happened at this meeting, what exactly happened. Why did His Majesty the King go out and say such things when he came back? What about Tang Fang? Just leave it alone? What if What about another 'Georgia' massacre?"

"If I were you, I would put these questions back in my heart and choose to shut up."

Someone behind sighed: "I'm afraid something big will happen."

A hoarse voice sounded: "Yeah, the situation has become more complicated."

Suddenly, a harsh voice resounded throughout the block: "You said... His Majesty the King made such a decision. Could it be that Tang Fang?"

No one spoke anymore, and the area behind the seats of the wall-riding faction became silent.

The area where members of the old faction are located is also quiet.

It is their mouths that are quiet, but their eyes and hearts are restless.

The anxiety and sadness at the beginning were replaced by light ridicule and cold confrontation.

Some people looked provocatively and sarcastically over the area where the Fence Sitting Faction was located, and landed on those guys from the New Faction who used to show off their might, using the expressions and sights they once bestowed on themselves.

Their strongest backer. Standing on the podium at this moment, announcing the suspension of the joint meeting.

This was a wonderful and gorgeous... No, it was a luxurious face-slap, without sound, but louder than thunder, more majestic than a tsunami.

Because it all comes from His Majesty the King.

He slapped himself in the face in front of all the great nobles in the kingdom, and even slapped the ministers and lords of the new faction who followed him hard.

Everyone knows the so-called joint council. It's just a celebration party for the new forces. But for those who used to be happy and self-satisfied, there is a thin line between heaven and hell. At one moment they were proud victors, but at the next moment they were kicked off the clouds by their king and smashed into shit.

Such a scene is very exciting, full of drama and storytelling.

Some members of the old faction who voted against rubbed their stomachs, thinking that they must have more time when they eat later.

Some of the traitors who voted for it had their faces as black as burning coals, with cold sweat the size of soybeans winding down from their foreheads. Wet the hair, wet the collar.

I thought I'd be able to hold Hymn Will's thigh in the final line-up. Even if you can't skyrocket, at least you can save your life. Continue to enjoy a rich and noble life, never thought that if you didn't hug your thighs, you would end up falling inside and outside, which is not a human end.

They regretted it and thought why their luck was so bad.

An important member of the security department took out a few blue pills from his pocket and stuffed them into his mouth to calm down the somewhat scattered heart rate.

A diplomat took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat near his ears, considering whether to submit his resignation letter. First, to make way for the backup backbone of the old-school forces, which would be considered a sin, and second, to save his life and reputation.

Henrietta inserted the silver crutches into the storage device of the magnetic levitation chair, left the rostrum, and headed for the passage dedicated to the royal family.

He didn't greet anyone, just glanced around the corner as he left.

Melore stood up after him, straightened his slightly deformed suit, walked behind Tai Lun and the others, and when he reached the seat where Turamon was sitting, he patted his nephew on the shoulder and let out a fart. .

Yes, he farted... His Royal Highness farted in front of his nephew, a fart that he held for a long time, and a very loud fart.

If placed on certain occasions, this scene is absolutely embarrassing. A noble and respected prince actually let out a loud fart in the public. Although many people are far away and don't know what kind of fart it is, there is no doubt that this is a very rude thing. matter.

But today, it is not Melore who is ashamed, but Turamon.

The young prince is the most arrogant person today. He is the one who launched the initiative to launch a national war. He is also the one who assembles the fleet and prepares to send troops to attack Captain Tang.

Placed earlier, remove Hymn Will. He is the most beautiful figure in the entire United Kingdom of Turanx.

Now, Prince Melore did something funny and tasteless, and let out Turamon's arrogance as a loud fart. This is more hateful than His Majesty's public slap in the face.

Turamon stood up from his seat, but... just stood up. He did nothing, could do nothing.

That's a fart, and that's also an iron rod that breaks pride.

Gilcott left the rostrum with a figure-of-eight step, and quickly caught up with Mellor. He said in a voice that was not loud but could be clearly heard by many people: "The weather is really nice today. It's a good day for drinking."

Mellor said: "Is there a connection between good weather and drinking?"

"Of course there is."

"tell me the story……"

The princes belonging to the old-school forces in the back followed the three in front on the bright red carpet.

Turamon stood there like a statue, no, like a monument, a monument of shame and failure.

Drizzt sat below him motionless, like a clay statue before a mausoleum.

a stele. A clay sculpture, very harmonious.

Anthem Will stepped down from the podium, imitated Henrietta, looked back at the corner, turned and walked towards the exit.

Looking at the lords of the old-school forces, Tulamon snorted coldly, followed His Majesty the King, and left the field.

Then Tyrann, Drizzt...

In a blink of an eye, people went to the airspace, and only the sound of exploding discussions remained.

Anthem Will is gone. Henrietta was gone too, and no one could hold them down anymore.

The two maids followed Arnaxi step by step, at a very slow speed. The tight air-conditioned suit outlines a graceful body.

If they are flowers, the old man in front is a piece of dead wood, more and more lifeless.

The old prince did not say a word from the beginning to the end, and strictly abided by the promise of the year, refraining from politics or talking about politics. Be a spectator, be a witness of the times.

Unfortunately. The era that belonged to Henrietta is not over yet, someone has continued it.

"Tang Fang...?"

When the magnetic levitation chair and the two beautiful backs disappeared in the exclusive channel for royal family members. An old and weak voice floated into the venue.

Arnasi's silence doesn't mean he is blind.

Marquis Robinson, who was relatively close to the security gate, shivered, and suddenly felt a very bad feeling. It didn't come from the cool wind blowing in from the long corridor when the security gate opened, nor was it the shady wind stirred up by that dying old thing passing by, but It's a weird, unreasonable sense of discomfort.

He glanced back subconsciously, and Reeves was sitting slumped on the chair representing the Duke of Kenar, his dark face seemed to be frozen, and it was chilling.

Robinson suddenly remembered one thing. Half a month ago, Reeves borrowed a support fleet of 300 warships from him to form a defensive force with the Josena Navy and the private army built by the opposition reformist nobles. , to protect the Josena star system and ensure that it will not be captured by Captain Tang.

Now Reeves is at the end of the road, and the opposition to the reformation is about to fall. Even His Majesty the King has made such a decision, which is no less than slapping himself in the face in front of everyone.

Arnasi's soliloquy before leaving woke him up, and he realized that the reason for such a "sharp turn" was all due to the young man surnamed Tang in "Aradelle".

"It seems... After the meeting is over, we must contact the fleet as soon as possible to let them evacuate "Josena" as soon as possible.

Robinson shook his head, even His Majesty the King bowed his head, let alone a little lord like him? Poor Reeves, really... He suddenly stopped feeling, his face turned pale, and a horrified light shot out from the depths of his pupils, because Lord Marquis thought of a possibility, which might be the source of the sixth sense just now.

Tucson's projection became weaker and weaker, and finally turned into a flash of light and disappeared in the venue.

Arudiba was faster than Tusna. As soon as Arnasi went out, he left directly under the camera, leaving only a blank light curtain that slowly dissipated.

Then there is Duke Edwina, this gorgeous duchess is still so beautiful, even though a layer of frost has accumulated on her handsome face, there is a chill that is too thick to melt away between her brows.

Servis looked at her back, crumpled up the pure white handkerchief, and threw it on the table.

The lords who used the projection method to access the venue disappeared one after another, and the people who were present at the scene also got up one after another. With different moods and expressions, they left their seats one after another and walked towards the main entrance.

After they left, it was the turn of the various ministries of the United Kingdom of Turanx.

The venue began to become deserted, and the low-key discussions and chaotic footsteps of the ministers became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared behind the two main entrances.

The lights in the dome dimmed and then suddenly brightened again, and the cleaning personnel walked into the venue from the outside with a special robot.

Only their expressions are truly calm, and only their footsteps are truly steadfast.

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His Majesty the King did not attend the luncheon, nor did he leave those lords and ministers to participate in the long-planned evening party... Or, the evening party was not held at all.

Some people left "Cabretto" in their own shuttle after a bland lunch. Some lords and ministers were not in a hurry to return home, but gathered with familiar friends to discuss how to deal with the current situation. The current situation, in order to protect the interests of oneself and the family in this eventful autumn.

It is said that Gilcott hosted a grand reception at the Monk Lord Starport.

It is said that Turamon kicked down the door of his bedroom in the "Cabreto" mansion, which was carved of ash wood and was very strong.

It is said that in the core area of ​​Hal Palace, the room where His Majesty the King usually used to study was lit all night.

The dramatic scene at the joint meeting, like a storm, swept across the entire Hillenbel region in half a day and overnight.

Because of the existence of Captain Tang, because of the "Aradelle" coup, and because of the "Georgia" massacre, the United Kingdom of Turanx has become the focus of attention from all countries. Their attitudes were either full of worry or full of expectation... In short, they really wanted to know what Captain Tang would do and how the political situation of the United Kingdom of Turanx would change. (to be continued)