Chapter 325 The Dust of the Old Times

The sky seemed to have opened a huge hole, pouring down endless silver threads. The rain was like a crazy drummer, beating the earth violently, making a deafening roar.

The whole world was shrouded in rain, hazy and chaotic. The dense raindrops gathered into torrents and jumped on the ground, stirring up layers of white water.

The trees on both sides of the streets in the capital of Siat swayed in the wind and rain, and their branches and leaves crackled with the rain.

In a villa in a wealthy area, the master bedroom.

"Volcano Dragon" Marquis Ladd was wearing black clothes and holding a glass of red wine in his hand. He looked calmly at his old friend "White Spirit" Marquis Samuel.

Ladd Castleton said calmly:

"It's amazing, isn't it? We just live a little longer."

"But in just a few years, the two of us have become the two most powerful extraordinary nobles in this country, because the two old guys who were stronger than us were taken away by death... Haha, time is ruthless and terrifying. , Destiny is unpredictable, after all, no one can survive death.”

"Not even the two men who were the legendary founders of the country."

He stared into the shadows.

"White Spirit" Marquis Samuel stood in the shadows, wearing a white robe, his face shrouded in darkness.

The man in the shadow is like a lonely traveler. Although low-key and mysterious, it is impossible to ignore his existence.

He never spoke.

Marquis Ladd also knew clearly that his old friend didn't like to talk, so he smiled and continued:

"The new king will most likely be chosen from Prince Bain of the Rock Hammer and Prince Noah of the Sword of Redemption. Their Yardley royal family has the blood of redemption, and their ancestors are saints recognized by the Redemption Church. Even if The Yardley royal family is weakened by the death of the old guy, and its status cannot be shaken easily. "

Yes.

An important reason why the Yardley royal family was qualified to lead the Siyat people to move eastward and was protected by the church was that their ancestors had the blood of the Redeemer and were also recognized as saints by the Redemption Church.

In addition to its extremely powerful power, the "blood of redemption" also has extraordinary symbolic meaning!

The behemoth Redemption Church is naturally the backstage supporter of the Siat royal family.

Marquis Rudd began to analyze the situations of the two candidates.

"Prince Benn and Prince Noah actually have many differences. Prince Benn is an old man who is loyal to the royal family. He has a strong sense of honor and is relatively conservative in his actions. If he takes office, he will most likely continue all past policies."

"But Prince Noah is different. He is undoubtedly a person who is obsessed with becoming stronger. If he inherits the throne, there is a high probability that the central power will be vacant... Compared with everything in the Kingdom of Siat, the 'Sword of Redemption' 'Noah Yardley hopes to break through to a higher level as soon as possible. In fact, he is indeed a genius. It will be a matter of time before he breaks through the middle of the monarch, and he may even have a chance to reach the upper level of the monarch. "

The monarch is on the throne.

That level is something that many extraordinary people want to achieve, but so far, there are only a handful of top experts in the four eastern countries who have reached the position of monarch.

Marquis Ladd knew very well that there was a high probability that he would not reach the throne of monarch in this life.

Especially when he had this idea, it became even more impossible to reach it. Anyone who can truly become a top powerhouse is extremely stable and determined in his heart without exception, and will never question his own path forward.

After being silent for a while, Marquis Ladd continued:

"So, I think supporting Prince Noah is our best option."

"Only when there is a hole in the central power of the Siyat Kingdom, will your family and mine have a chance to become the supreme family."

The so-called "Supreme Family" are the families who have become royal families on the continent of Oden.

Become the king!

Since ancient times, that has been the ambition of many people!

Almost all the great nobles have the deepest desire to become a supreme family!

Even though they had never talked about it in public, the family, which was already a king, still knew the desire of those people under their "loyalty" when they stared at their vassals.

The momentum of the rainstorm has not diminished at all. It is raging across the sky and earth like a beast, shrouding everything under its lustful power.

In the distance, thunder and lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the dark night sky. The rolling thunder is like a war drum, intertwined with the roar of the rainstorm, forming a thrilling symphony.

Marquis Ladd drank the red wine in one gulp and continued.

"The Luomen family, the Fusak family, the Jones family, and the new fisherman family, they will undoubtedly become our number one opponents."

He paused.

The murderous intent in his eyes gradually became more solemn, and the glass in his hand gradually cracked due to the high temperature.

"In fact, too many trade-offs are illusory!"

"Sooner or later, those under power will have a battle."

Marquis Samuel in the shadow still did not speak. He seemed like an unfinished oil painting, deep and mysterious.

His figure was wrapped in the thick curtain of night, leaving only a vague but firm outline, like a candle swaying in the wind, flickering on and off, full of uncertainty.

The face of the "White Spirit" is hidden in the shadows, with only a pair of deep eyes exposed.

"Fisher."

Rad was stunned for a moment. When he heard his old friend mention Fisher alone, he immediately recalled Byrne and Chris whom he had met.

"We should pay special attention to Fisher. They are the most difficult ones."

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The funeral begins.

The heavy rain has stopped. In the twilight of dawn, the grand funeral of the king slowly opens. The entire Siat King City is immersed in solemnity and sorrow.

The sky is covered with thick clouds, as if even the heavens are mourning the death of this great monarch.

The breeze blows gently, bringing a hint of coolness, blowing the flags and white banners flying at the funeral, making a rustling sound, as if it is a wail between heaven and earth.

The crowds on the streets of the city surged like a tide. Almost everyone wore black mourning clothes with sad expressions on their faces. They walked silently in the team, holding flowers and candles in their hands, to see the king off. On both sides of the street, tall buildings were hung with black mourning couplets, which were full of words of mourning for the king.

In the square of the palace, a huge coffin stood there, covered with white silk and golden decorations, looking solemn and dignified.

Around the huge coffin, countless soldiers, nobles and officials stood in line, most of their faces were full of grief and respect.

Byrne, Chris and Darren were also in the team.

They were wearing black mourning clothes and remained silent.

Byrne had noticed Prince Bane and Prince Noah in the team.

Prince Bane was still as gloomy as before, a burly old man.

He clenched his hands, tears kept flowing from his eyes, and he couldn't suppress the great grief in his heart.

And Prince Noah was a young man with long golden hair, thin but nearly two meters tall, with a look of indifference, and there seemed to be no human emotions in his eyes.

"Sword of Redemption" Prince Noah?

If Aldridge's guess was correct.

He would most likely be the new king of Siat!

At this moment, the blond Noah suddenly turned his head and looked at Byrne, who was looking at him, expressionlessly.

The two nodded to each other and then looked away.

Above the coffin, a huge golden chalice was quietly suspended, symbolizing the king's supreme power and dignity, but at this moment it became a witness to his death.

As the ceremony began, solemn mourning music sounded and echoed over the entire square.

The soldiers of the capital sang the national anthem in unison, with loud and firm voices, as if telling people the king's greatness and indelible contributions.

At the same time, a group of priests of the Church of Redemption in white robes began to pray for the king.

One of the cardinals of the Church of Redemption, Siat's hidden patron saint, the Silver Hermit, slowly came to the coffin and spoke in a voice that no one else could hear.

"I didn't expect that you would eventually walk ahead of me."

"When you and the Roman family came here, the three of us were busy with our careers day and night, but we never thought about how we would die."

"After I lost my power, I just watched you two lead this country forward."

The Silver Hermit was silent for a long time, and murmured to himself:

"Perhaps, the current ending is also a perfect ending for you."

"After all, you didn't go crazy and do anything to betray your original intention because of the price of the forbidden wonders."

"The great Lord of Redemption will protect your soul..."

"I will help the Yadley royal family continue to move forward and choose a suitable new king, not only because you have the blood of redemption, but also because of our friendship over the past hundred years."

Some people in the crowd sobbed softly, and some prayed silently. Everyone expressed their condolences and respect for the king in their own way.

In the team, Byrne knew very well in his heart that this funeral was not only a farewell to the monarch of a country, but also the end of an era and the beginning of another era.

When the great sun slowly rose and illuminated the entire square, the king's coffin was slowly lifted up and carried by the soldiers to the distant mausoleum.

At that moment, the entire capital fell into silence, with only the sound of mourning music and the orderly footsteps of the soldiers echoing.

After the king's coffin entered the mausoleum, the entire Siat capital was in silence for a long time.

Then, the many noble members present raised their heads, and they finally heard the old and powerful voice of the Silver Hermit.

"Guardians of the kingdom, go to the palace, where we will choose a new king of Siat!"

"The legends of the past have been sealed in the mausoleum. From now on, Siat will enter a new era!"