Five Hundred Fifty-Nine Is Really Unpleasant

Up to now, there is no need to even guess.

The person who hoped that Fang Li would come here and intervene in the selection of the king, and for this reason revealed to Priscilla that Fang Li was tracking down the Witch Cult, and used Priscilla's hand to lead Fang Li to here, is Luo. Zval.

Fang Li had already had some doubts about Roswaal before.

Because of various signs.

As early as the beginning, Roswaal had taken a fancy to Fang Li's talent, hoping to bring Fang Li under his command.

Unfortunately, Fang Li never agreed.

However, that doesn't mean that Roswaal has given up.

Now, Roswaal directly dragged Fang Li into Emilia's camp in this way.

Presumably, this clown has already expected it, right?

It is expected that Fang Li will not choose to refute on this occasion.

Because, in that case, Emilia, whose status was already subtle, would definitely be criticized.

Fang Li could ignore Roswaal's feelings, but it was impossible to ignore Emilia's feelings.

That is to say, the clown tricked Fang Li.

Therefore, Fang Li, who had guessed a long time ago, was not surprised, but his inner guess was confirmed.

Only Emilia was somewhat overwhelmed, not knowing what happened.

Under such circumstances, Fang Li just looked at Roswaal, one with cold eyes and one with a smile on his face.

"What are you waiting for? Fang Liqing?"

Roswaal reminded him kindly.

"Miss Emilia is waiting for you?"

Hearing this, Fang Li glanced at Roswaal, and slowly stepped forward under the watchful eyes of everyone present.

"Fang Li..." Emilia was still at a loss.

However, Fang Li just shook his head at Emilia and looked at Marcus.

Immediately, Fang Li spoke like this.

"First of all, I must clarify that I am not a knight."

In one sentence, it caused an uproar in the audience.

However, Fang Li ignored the reactions of everyone present and made such a statement.

"Let me swing my sword to protect someone like the knights here. I don't have such a noble character and great integrity."

"There's only one thing I know."

"That's murder."

The extremely bland declaration made everyone present feel a chill rising from the bottom of their hearts, and they all held their breath.

Only the faces of the knights headed by Marcus gradually became dignified.

Including Reinhardt and Julius.

These guard knights with keen combat intuition have already noticed it?

Fang Li's words were not joking.

This is a person who has truly created mountains of corpses and seas of blood with his own hands.

Realizing this, the surprise, astonishment, and disbelief shown by everyone also began to appear one after another.

Under such circumstances, the only people who can stand up and refute as if nothing had happened are idiots who can't understand the meaning at all.

And such a fool appeared soon.

"It really makes people laugh out loud."

Accompanied by such words, in the queue of civil servants gathered on the left side of the audience hall, a person made a sarcastic voice.

"A taboo silver-haired half-elf and a murderer who only knows how to kill, why can such a combination appear here, pretending to be the heir to the throne and a knight as if nothing had happened?"

The person who said such words was a hunched back, a catfish-like face, that is, gray, with thick dark circles representing unhealthy, middle-aged man who looked extremely nervous.

The middle-aged man came out of the queue of civil servants and made such admonitions to the members of the Sage Council sitting above.

"My lords, there are indeed some problems with the selection of the king this time. If it cannot be resolved, the kingdom is doomed to have no future. I think we should reconsider the candidate."

The implication is that there are people here who are not worthy of the throne.

Unfortunately, there are some members of the Sage Council present who agree.

"I also think that the selection of candidates should be reconsidered."

"The candidate this time is really incredible."

"Look who are these people?"

"Forget Mr. Crusch, who was born in Duke Karsten's family, the rest don't have the qualities to be kings at all."

"A businessman from a neighboring country, a widow who inherited her husband's inheritance, a little girl from a slum, can such a person really become a king?"

"And, there are still half-demons."

Speaking of the last sentence, everyone's tone and expression were filled with disgust.

All the high-ranking officials focused their eyes on Emilia, their eyes filled with unprecedented disgust and rejection.

That is the disgust and rejection directed at the silver-haired half-elf.

And the title of half-devil is also a contempt for half-elf.

Being so contemptuously praised, and being shrouded in disgust and repulsive eyes, Emilia just lowered her head, without any reaction on the surface, but her pair of beautiful purple pliers-colored eyes were full of sadness.

And the nervous civil servant was still talking.

"Silver hair, and a half-elf, that is the appearance of the rumored evil witch of jealousy. Such an existence, just appearing in front of your eyes, will make people feel filthy. It is ridiculous to let her inherit the throne. , if it really succeeds, then the kingdom will not be far from being destroyed!"

Neurotic civil servants have been instigating.

"The citizens will never want such a filthy existence to become the king. As long as the foreign existence knows that the king of the kingdom is a half-demon, they will not have the idea of ​​establishing a friendly relationship with us, and they can even use this as an excuse to send troops to attack us. my country!"

"So, this is a symbol of disaster, and it is absolutely impossible to bring prosperity and prosperity to the kingdom!"

The extremely ugly words resounded through the entire audience hall like this.

In this regard, Emilia just lowered her head and endured silently.

until the next second

"Are you finished?"

The extremely bland words just now made the entire instigated atmosphere cool down rapidly as if it had been thrown into an ice cave.

Everyone just turned their eyes to the source of the sound in a daze.

Including Emilia, who also looked over in a daze.

There, Fang Li raised his steps, and walked towards the high platform under everyone's gaze.

As he walked, he spoke like this.

"Sure enough, you are a civil servant who can only play tricks. If you don't show your body to speak, you can't find a sense of superiority, right?"

"You have noble blood in your body, but your words are more despicable than people in the slums. Do you think this can cover up your fear of the jealous witch?"

"It's really unpleasant."

Saying this, Fang Li came to the high platform, stood beside Longli Stone, stretched out his hand, and put it on it.

"Let me shut your stinky mouth!" ()

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