Vol 6 Chapter 96: Coronation

The atmosphere was suddenly more serious, and the solemn colors filled the entire hall.
Metternich Leopold used his sharp eyes to look around the hall for a week; then he turned back slightly to Archbishop Innocent, and bowed with respect to Connor before bowing.
"Give me mouth, hands, soul and authority with the Holy Cross, I will question here!"
Pushing away the young priest who helped him on both sides, the slender Archbishop Innocent barely supported his body with a scepter, and the people around him were all trembling and fearful that the old man would fall down.
"Simple crop hanks from Sacran, who are you kings ?!"
The voice is thick and solemn.
There was a deathly silence.
The dark-haired wizard couldn't help but look around. A group of noble Sakrans wearing gold and silver tacitly turned their heads in the same direction, with strange expressions that seemed to stop talking.
I saw Brandon rolling his eyes away from the fat man in front of him, and wearily and helplessly sighed, kneeling on one knee before the steps of the throne: "We are the son of Eckhart, Connold De Salion is king! "
"Who are your leaders, sailors and wizards of Ebden ?!"
"Dear Archbishop ..." Master Corona, surrounded by the leaders of the Royal Wizard College and a group of chambers of commerce, slowly fell asleep: "There is only one of our leaders, that is, the son of Eckhardt, Connold De Salion! "
"Arles, who are your commanders ?!"
"Naturally is the son of Eckhardt, Connold de Salion, Archbishop." With a wolf-like smile, Nolan Oder showed his mouth full of fangs and bowed naturally.
"The hunters of Lotel, the mountain people of Elman, who is your lord ?!"
"It's Eckhardt's son, Connold de Salion!"
The serious-looking Duke of Elleman, Julie Wiltz, said nothing nonsense.
"It's Eckhardt's son, Connold de Salion!"
Obviously the same sentence, Yuli and Lu Wen said that they have completely different effects.
"Boy's horseback people, the knights of Byrne, who do you designate as your co-owner ?!"
"Son of Eckhart, Connold de Salion!" Sallyka Jonah said aloud: "Want to try the guy with Poi's sharp and unsharp edge, do you want to recommend another one ?!"
This cunning female scimitar ... She had to recommend Fitronai de Salion yesterday.
Feeling the eyes that began to converge towards him, the dark-haired wizard who secretly twitched the corner of his mouth did not hurry, solemnly said: "The knights of the thirteen-leaders of Bayern unanimously recommend the son of Eckhardt, Connold · De Salle is our co-owner. "
The moment the words fell, Loren could clearly hear a long sigh of relief in the hall.
Although they knew that the Duke had "privately" reached an agreement with His Royal Highness, the agreement was, after all, only an agreement, and there was still a chance of denial; only hearing it like this now would let them feel relieved.
"All the kingdoms have surrendered within the empire; from Lotel to Byrne, they have returned to DeSalem." I saw the old man turned tremblingly, and the aging, pale eyes stared at Connor. s face:
"Connold de Salion, can you swear ?!"
As the words fell, all the emperor nobles held their breaths and looked at the crown prince with a squint.
The dark-haired wizard who squinted his eyes, swept his eyes one by one, and finally fixed on Connold's body.
The serious Yuli Wiltz, the heroic Ruben Fried, and the rolling eyes of Brandon are still in disbelief;
The dismissive Sarika Jonah, the thoughtful Nolan Odd, plus a look of luck and who seemed to have won the nobles of Sacran.
Only Connold's eyebrows were tight, and his clothes were as if they were heavy.
For a moment, Loren understood him a little bit, why he was so willing to compromise with himself.
"... A person's life should have an 'ultimate goal', and everything else must be served for this ..."
"... I can only see the people in front of me, and I can never understand the mood and thoughts of seeing people forty years later ..."
For Connold, to continue and inherit the empire, to maintain the prestige of the Dessalion royal family ... is it probably his "ultimate goal"?
Born to be a king, the trajectory of life is doomed from the moment of birth. There will never be his own likes and dislikes, only the interests of the empire; for a "final goal", he will sacrifice everything.
Compared with Connold, Brandon ... he is more like a noisy "unfair" child who never grows up with his will.
"Boom!"
Connor de Salleon knelt on one knee, looking up at Archbishop Innocent, pressing his right hand on his chest:
"I do."
"Are you ... willing to inherit the great cause of previous emperors ... inheriting them ... for the empire ... willing to sacrifice everything, will?"
Archbishop Innocent on crutches questioned intermittently with that increasingly reluctant gesture.
"I do."
Two simple words, the sound echoed in the hall seems to have weight.
Archbishop Innocent nodded, a smile of relief on the aging and tired face.
The young priest on the right side quickly grabbed a wine glass with both hands. The sterling silver glass was deliberately shaped into the shape of a holy cross.
Reaching hard with his right hand, Archbishop Innocent tremblingly dipped his fingers on the edge of the cup, and the clear spring water wet his fingertips.
Connor, who blinked without blinking, allowed the archbishop to bounce on his forehead.
"The head of Yiru receives holy water;"
The priest on the left handed a short blade made of pure gold and handed it to Connold; His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who did not see it, held the blade without hesitation, the bright red color dripped on the precious white carpet on.
"Take the flesh and blood to prove the blood;"
The bright red blood kept dripping, and Connold, who loosened the blade, pressed his red hand to his chest.
"Boom----!!!!"
Accompanied by the trembling of the hall, the palace guards on both sides opened the main entrance of the hall.
Fitlonai de Salion, who wore a cloak diagonally, stood outside the door, lying on a cushion with a gold rim held in his right hand, and a ring lying on his back.
The expressionless Princess Herald raised the sword with one hand, holding the ring with one hand, walking through the hall, through the crowd, and stepped up the stairs step by step.
Qianli's figure passed by everyone's side like a breeze, but all her eyes were not focused on her, invariably staring at the simple and indescribable iron ring.
There is no gold and silver inlay; the shape is simple, only a mitre silver coat of arms with an iron crown engraved on it, and the rough appearance is just like a toy that children can play with.
But it makes a lot of sense.
Unlocking his cane, Archbishop Innocent, who was almost standing up with perseverance, stumbled to pick up the "iron ring" from the cushion:
"With the hands of Ru, grant the coat of arms!"
The steadfast-eyed Connold raised his hands and took the ring from Archbishop Innocent; almost at the same time, the young priests on both sides immediately stepped forward and quickly helped the archbishop who nearly fell.
Under the attention of many people, Connaught put on a ring for himself in the gathering of all breath-holding eyes, facing everyone, and slowly stood up.
Look around everyone.
At that moment, Loren was very sure that he heard more than one sigh.
That's right, according to the ritual process I heard from Brandon and Minister Zhang Xi, there should be another "in the name of Ru, in the crown of honor".
But that symbolized the imperial power of the Sakran Empire and passed down the "Iron Crown" of twelve generations ... It had already become the spoils of the Azores on that night of the assassination.
According to Metternich Leopold, the original crown of compromise or substitution is not without it-among the emperors of the dynasties, many have cast new crowns to celebrate certain major victories or events.
Especially the tenth-generation "Queen of Mad Dragons", her crown is almost as many as her shoes.
But Connor refused.
He directly ordered that the ritual be deleted from the process, not even mentioned, and when the time is ripe, the crown wearing ceremony will be held again ... the purpose is self-evident.
Feeling the more dignified atmosphere in the hall, the expression of the dark-haired wizard became more serious.
"People who are soaked in holy water, bathed in dragon blood, and wearing coats of arms, you are already the master of the heavenly palace, the emperor of the empire, the unique king in this world!"
"You are a shepherd, a leader, a leader!"
"All people will call your name, just as they should do;"
"This world will surely accept your sacrifice, and thus bless you ... until the end of the mission."
"The Holy Cross has witnessed with this world, the twelfth generation ends today; Connor I and the thirteenth generation, starting today ..." Archbishop Innocent, who shouted with the last trace of strength, gasped, then took a deep breath In one breath:
"My emperor is dead ..."
"Long live my emperor—!"
At the moment when the audio sounded, the head of the Great Seal and a group of Yuqian cabinets headed, and everyone in the whole hall kneeled down on one knee.
Bi Gong bowed his head respectfully and pressed his right hand to his chest.
"Long live the Sacran Empire !!!!!! Long live my emperor Connor I-!!!!!!"
In the shouts resounding through the hall, the still standing duke plus Brandon, or a slight nod of reluctance or solemn expression, pressed firmly on the chest.
"Long live the Sacran Empire !!!!!! Long live my emperor Connor I-!!!!!!"
Listening to the trembling of the hall next to his ears, Connold remained unchanged, frowning tightly, his eyes staring at the direction of the door.
Could it be ... what is he waiting for?
There was a trace of consternation flashing on the face of the dark-haired wizard.
The next second, a figure suddenly broke into the hall to verify his guess.
In the shouts and praises of the crowd, a hurried court guard suddenly played a stairway from the edge of the hall. Before the anxious figure approached, he was stopped by the perceived Minister of the Seal.
"Is it very urgent information?" Metternich Leopold stopped the guard quietly and pushed him aside quietly: "As you can see, the ceremony is still going on, any important events. You can wait until later ... "
"Metternich!"
Connor's voice sounded faintly, and his eyes met: "Let him come."
The hall suddenly became quiet.
Feeling the gaze of the new emperor behind him, the long-sighing minister had to wave his hand to let the people on both sides disperse and let the guard walk up the stairs.
The solemn guard felt the eyes of the whole hall, so nervous that it was difficult to even walk; he twitched his throat vigorously, took a letterhead from his arms, and knelt down on one knee.
Connaught slowly took it over, paused, and opened it on the spot.
The nobles who got up gradually looked at his emperor and his letter with a surprised expression.
What kind of information ... will it be so important?
The tense atmosphere followed the motionless Connold for a full minute.
A minute later, Connor I, whose expression was indifferent, finally raised his head slowly, and his sharp eyes looked like a lion patrolling the territory, scanning the whole hall for a week.
"Empire's subjects, no need to be nervous-this is just a letterhead sent from afar, a friend of mine for many years, congratulations on my coronation as an emperor."
"A congratulatory letter that is not very timely ... that's all."
No, not right.
The black-haired wizard raised his eyebrows, his eyes narrowed into a slit.
Connor is lying. Who else can congratulate him at this time? A lie that is so bad is simply telling everyone, "I just want to lie to you."
But the atmosphere in the hall was peaceful, and even the Minister of the Seal, Metternich, took the lead to applaud and congratulate His Majesty a friend who has always been so loyal to him, whether it is the crown prince or the emperor.
The nobles of the imperial capital also followed their applause, their smiles either flattering or "loyal", cheering and admiring one after another, endlessly.
They cannot know that there is something wrong with this letter, but they would rather believe that this is not true ~ EbookFREE.me ~ believe that their emperor can solve all problems in the invisible and let everything as usual-so much as to say, This is the reason why they elected Connor as emperor.
In a huge empire, there must always be an individual who has all the power and burden.
Connold de Salion, he is the perfect candidate.
Under the depressive atmosphere, the newly crowned Emperor Connold stood in front of his throne again, and the red eyes were as cold as iron, and swept across the hall again.
"Today, I received his congratulations from a friend; next year, I will let him know that his congratulations are not without reason."
"He believes in me, and I ... believe in our empire, an empire that has survived thirteen generations and has survived repeated monster invasions, and will never fall because of a turbulent catastrophe."
"Therefore, as the new emperor of the empire, as the beginning of the thirteenth generation, the first command I want to announce ... is the Sakran Empire, which officially declared war on the Azores."
"Empire! Enter a state of total war-!!!!!!"