Chapter 557: [Complaint] (below)

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Chapter 557 The Complaint (2)
Xia didn't dare to talk much. Although the Babylonians could understand the language, he didn't have a local accent, and he was afraid to show the filling when he spoke.
He vaguely said nothing and left the surprised shop owner and walked away ... Walking on the top road of Babylon is like walking in the sky and clouds. Some roads are repaired by mountains and some are magical. The force was suspended directly in midair.
Charlie stayed on the 108th floor for a long time, and finally stood at an intersection leading to the highest floor.
Random access is no longer allowed here.
The upward intersection is no longer clear, but is divided by a wall and a thick stone gate-this is also the first place where Chara saw the existence of a wall since entering Babylon.
Although there is no guard, the stone gate is obviously not open at will. Xia Ya stood behind a shop for a while and waited until a white man with black hair entered Shimen. When the guy approached the stone door, the door panel opened automatically, and when he entered, it closed automatically.
Xia immediately walked over to try it by herself, but unfortunately, he stood in front of the door, but the door panel did not respond.
Just as he turned and was about to leave, a voice came behind him.
"Hey! Why are you still here?"
A young man with the same black hair strode over, a white se robe, obviously different from Charya's body, and cut more closely, and he was carrying a large two-handed sword behind him.
Black se had long hair in a bundle. The apparently samurai man came to Xia Ya, frowning and looking at Xia Ya, "It's time for the assembly. Where are you going? Go in!"
At this point, he seemed a little puzzled, staring at Xia's face: "Which mentor are you? Why haven't I seen you?"
Xia wasn't sure how to answer. After staring at Xia's clothes for a few moments, the man suddenly showed a smile: "You're wearing civilian clothes ... I see, you must be the 'returner' who just came recently. ,Right?"
Thinking of something that Saint Laurent Garros had said, Charlie breathed a sigh of relief and nodded quickly: "Yes."
"It turned out to be a returnee." This man's face had a weird and complicated expression on his face: "Your accent came back from Byzantium? Which one of the messengers did you follow? Why didn't you teach the rules here? As a returnee, he is destined to be a guardian of the samurai, how can he walk on the street in civilian clothes. "
That said, the man shook his head again, but still smiled friendlyly at Xia Ya: "My surname is Han and my name is Han Bi. You can call my name directly or call me a brother."
Han Bi? What a weird name.
Compared to the Byzantines, the Odins, or the Landis, the names are very long, and this guy's name is really weird, not only shorter, but even so strange in pronunciation.
"My name is ... Charlie, Charlie thunders."
Xia did not report a fake name, and no one here recognized him anyway. [~]
"Xia Ya Lei Ming?" Han Bi said for a moment. "You are a compound surname? The complex surname is rare, Xia ... how is this surname so strange to me? I only recognize one surname from the east and one from Situ. Oh yes, there is also a guy from Simon, but I hate him. "
Xia He laughed a few times and didn't know how to answer.
Fortunately, this guy didn't mean to question-it seems that in the holy city, black se hair and looks are the best proof, and there will be no doubt at all.
"Let's go, Master Xia." Han Bi grabbed Xia's arm and took him to the stone gate. The stone gate opened automatically immediately. The man dragged Xia and walked in with a big smile in his mouth. Road: "The messenger who is in charge of attracting you really deserves to be punished! Actually throwing you on the street so casually, tell me his name, and I will complain to the veteran, let that guy get punished. We are noble black hair Man, noble guardian warrior! "
Charlie still laughed.
But after entering the 109th floor, he widened his eyes and looked at everything that appeared in front of him. He had no time to think about Han Bi's words.
A good palace ... The entire holy city, under the 108th floor, all the buildings and streets, even the paving slabs, is a special white stone, which is said to be a kind of "White jade" stuff.
But the 109th floor is quite different.
In front of me is a huge palace, the building is not very tall and magnificent, but the palace wall is made of red se walls and gold se roof tiles, grand and atmospheric.
The shape of the palace is like never seen in Charya. The roof is pointed, the eaves on both sides are pointed, and there are raised eaves.
The round pillars are red se, gold se floors and steps.
What surprised Xia most was that these pillars were carved with a strange creature that Xia had never seen before.
It was a snake-like thing, but it was the scales of the golden se, the head of the Buddha was a horse, but gave birth to a pair of long horns-like the horns of a reindeer.
The weirdest thing is that there are four more paws.
Coiled in a cloud of clouds, showing a kind of fierce domineering.
There are huge long banners on the palace, but they are made out of a kind of black se wood made by the Buddha. The words on them are like squares, not any kind of text that Xia knew.
Just under this palace, there are already hundreds of black-haired people standing there, divided into two sides, and they are clearly spread out. The one on the right is wearing a white robe, while the one on the left is Wearing a black robe.
There are old and young, as well as men and women, but it seems that there are slightly fewer black people in white.
There are a few more black people in black, but when Han Bi pulled Xia through the crowd of black people, the other party stepped back a few steps, but Han Bi, proudly raised his head, was blind. Squinting, striding across.
When it came to the crowd of people in white, this guy named Han Bi seemed to be very popular. Many people with white hair and black hair took the initiative to say hello to him, saying that brother, and seeing that, Han must have an identity among these white people. He also took Xia to his side and smiled to the others: "This is Xia's brother, a new returnee. At the moment, I'm still a little strange to us here. You are all his brothers and sisters. I need to take care of him This new master is good. "
His words drew a response, and many people greeted Xia Ya enthusiastically. For a time, Xia Ya did not know how many "masters" were called.
Just as everyone was trembling, there was a sudden movement on the palace steps.
Several huge leather drums were pushed out, and several giant men were tall, each with a bald head and a drumstick in their hands. Six big drums were ringing at the same time, and a fierce and rhythmic drum beat came. Hundreds of people all struck Jing, and even the teachers and brothers around Han Bi stood up.
Soon, several people in robes came out of the palace gate. Most of them looked young, some had pale hair, and the youngest looked at least forty years old.
The robes worn by these people are all se, black and white, gray and red, and mixed, but the only thing in common is their looks, all of which are black hair.
Xia Ya counted silently, a total of eight people, but heard someone whispered: "Why is Mr. Du disappeared? Mr. Du can be a senior elder, today's Presbyterian Church, how can there be less Mr. Du?"
Presbyterian?
Xia Ya immediately struck Jing.
"Mr. Du ..." Xia Ya could not help but whispered.
A man in white next to Xia Ya gave a whisper: "Master Xia is new, does not even Mr. Du know? Mr. Du is the leader of our guardian samurai corps and a member of the Presbyterian Church. It has never been important. The rally is indispensable for the leaders of our guardian samurai group. "
One person beside him couldn't help but whispered: "Yes, Mr. Du is not here, this is a weird thing! Huh, these presbyterian guys are afraid of any tricks, these parasites in the Holy City!"
"Let's see what they do! Even if Mr. Du said in the Presbyterian Church, but we still have Lord Saint Roland Garros! Huh!"
The last person to speak was Han Bi, who really had a lot of prestige. After speaking, everyone else was quiet immediately.
Above the palace, among the eight elders, an old man in a black robe has taken a step forward slowly and said with a hoarse voice: "It's all here, let's start announcing it. A few months ago Although only a few people know what happened, now it is impossible to hide it. The messengers dispatched in the past few months have retrieved many candidates, and some returning warriors have also been taken. We came back. We have done our best, but despite this, the injury of the distinguished Lord Lord is still ... I ’m afraid that we ca n’t bear it, it is imminent. After the tragedy, we tried to do everything we could to recover it. Of all the candidates, sixteen successors with pure descent were selected. All the candidates have been seen at the last rally. The meaning of the Presbyterian Church is also clear, and a decision is made as soon as possible. Because the body of the city owner is no longer able to drag on, then the Presbyterian Church has now made the final decision, and we have selected the last successor ... "
The elder's words were intermittent, old and weak, but everyone below was listening quietly, until he said he was going to decide who to choose, Xia saw that Han beside him would suddenly show an angry expression Come, strode forward and yelled out loudly, "The holy city guards the samurai Han Bi, there is something to say!"
The elder seemed to have expected someone to interrupt, closed his mouth, and looked down at Han Bi, and for a while, he said coldly, "Well, it's Han's kid, what do you say?"
"This is not in line with the rules!" Han Bi said coldly, facing the eyes of the other party: "The inheritance of the Lord of the City has always been designated by the Lord of the City! Even if the situation is special now, the Lord of the City cannot govern himself. The consent of the guardians of the holy city must also be obtained! Now that ri is a candidate, why does Mr. Du, who represents our samurai, not attend? Mr. Du has not expressed his attitude, so no matter what the decision is, the guardians of the holy city are all warriors. Can't admit it! "
The elder looked at Han Bi coldly: "The decision was made collectively by the Presbyterian Church. Even if Mr. Du was only a member of the Presbyterian Church, no matter how he decided, his vote must be followed by the collective decision of the Presbyterian Church. . "
"If it's a normal thing, naturally so! But the lord of the holy city inherits this tradition. According to the historical iron rule, the guardian's leader has a veto power! After all, the successor of the lord must get all the guardians of the holy city Oath of allegiance! Without the acknowledgement of the Guardian, you cannot succeed the Lord! "
Han must strive for it.
"Mr. Du alone cannot represent all the guardian warriors," said the veteran indifferently.
"Mr. Du is the leader of the samurai regiment, and he is naturally our representative!" Han Bi calmed down his tone a little: "Dear senior gentleman, I don't mean to oppose your resolution, just ... justified by law, What this resolution is, let alone, must be made in the presence of Mr. Du. "
"Even if Mr. Du is not present, aren't you members of the samurai corps?" The veteran looked at Han Bi coldly: "It is easy for the guardian to admit it, I will tell the decision of the veteran and then be present The samurai regiments chose to agree in person, if the majority agreed, it would be true! "
Han must be stunned, although he felt that there was something wrong, but he really could not say any reason for objection, hesitated again and again, could not help but said: "But Mr. Du ..."
"Mr. Du can't attend important things. As for the reason, this is the secret of the Presbyterian Church and cannot be announced." The elder above shook his head.
"..." Han Bi sighed, looked back at the many companions behind him, and finally closed his mouth.
Seeing that Han would no longer speak, the elder Buddha statue above was also relaxed, and then looked at all the people below, and slowly said, "The resolution made by the elders, the heir of the newcomer, we have selected ... "
Xia Ya suddenly noticed a detail keenly, just as the old man was about to announce, the other seniors above seemed to have a relief expression on his face.
But at this moment, before the elder said the name of the heir, he heard a clear and indifferent voice coming from afar.
"No matter who the name comes out of your mouth, I refuse to be loyal to this guy."
As soon as the figure of red se struck, suddenly came from a distant intersection.
The long black flying hair, slender figure wrapped under the red robe, like a red cloud floating. Seen from a distance, Xianxun is excellent!
With a scream, the crowd immediately rang!
Almost all warriors in white bowed down on the spot, and many people exclaimed: "Master San Gallus!"
The woman who came here flew through the crowd like a breeze, and finally fell under the steps of the palace. The bright eyes swept across the audience, but the eyes were cold like ice!
The warrior in white, headed by Han Bi, suddenly became excited. Han Bi was even more excited, and his eyes were full of worship.
Only Charlie, sweating suddenly, immediately hung her head down deeply.
With the arrival of Saint Roland Garros, all the elders standing on top of it suddenly changed to se. Several people subconsciously changed to bow down and salute, but they finally resisted, and there was even no one.
"Very good, today's people are very homogeneous." Saint Laurent Garros glanced coldly from the faces of several veterans, then revealed a sneer: "Since it's all here, before you say that Before the so-called resolution, I have several things to announce. "
Speaking, she raised her right hand high, stretched out her index finger, pointed at the elders, and started pointing down from the old man standing in front:
"I, as a member of the Holy City Guardian Samurai Corps, file a complaint with the Holy City Patriarchs!"
"I accuse the members of the Patriarchate, Zhou Zhengdao, Wu Xiangxian, Slater ..." Her fingers pointed at each of the veterans: "Golden Path, Larenzo, He Xifeng, Guming Tello, and ... …you!"
At her fingertips, she stayed with the elder: "Sir Simon!"
Saint Laurent Garros took a deep breath, his eyes grew colder:
"I accuse you of eight veterans for the crime of rebellion against the Holy City!"
"I accuse you eight veterans of guilty of conspiracy against Yin!"
"I accuse you eight of your elders for your conspiracy to murder a member of the Presbyterian!"
"I accuse you of the eight veterans of trying to murder the contemporary city master!"
Word by word, all the people in the audience were stunned!
Saint Laurent Gallos said coldly: "The above is my complaint! Then ..." She paused deliberately and continued: "I am the protector of the Holy City, Saint Roland Garros ~ www.mtlnovel. com ~ According to a special law, the Lord of the City cannot be a director. I will temporarily act as the Lord of the City. For the above complaints, I sentence you ... to death! "
boom! !!
There can no longer be quiet below, in an uproar, mixed with exclaiming, screaming, angry growling, shouting ...
Charlie finally raised her head and hid in the crowd while secretly aiming at Saint Roland Garros, but found a detail that made him frown.
Although Saint Roland Garros was full of murderousness, her face was cold and calm, and she raised her right hand and pointed at the elders, but her left hand was behind her and her palm was hidden in long sleeves ...
The sleeve, however, seemed to be subtle and trembling slightly without anyone knowing it!
A drop of Yin Hong's blood drops fell from his sleeve and fell on the white jade floor!
Charya's eyes suddenly changed!
This Saint Roland Garros seems to be injured? v (hunting country: 5353419)-(hunting country)