Chapter 686: Joint Council (1)

() Kylenia is doing what she thinks is right.
Buffal did what he thought was right.
Elena is doing what she should do.
Tang Fang drilled back to the warm bed, Freya rolled over, hugged his body and continued to sleep soundly.
The hour hand of the night continued to move forward, until the morning light rose in the eastern hemisphere of "Etia".
In the distant "Khanos", the light of the three brothers clothed "Dikaben" with a silver gauze, white but not sacred.
The Haar Palace is still creeping on the north bank of the Long River, quietly bathed in morning mist, waiting for the sun to disperse them, and waiting for warmth to patronize the world.
It's a pity that this is not the world, but the edge of hell.
The guards began to change their guards, the sound of women's footsteps came from the corridor of the side hall, and the silence that permeated the whole night began to dissipate, and the lights also disappeared in the growing light.
The small airport 10 kilometers west of the palace became noisy, and one after another beautifully-shaped shuttles descended from the clouds and landed on the apron.
Many old people carrying power and glory walked down from the cockpit, got into the maglev car with the help of the attendants, and drove along the straight long road outside towards the heart of the kingdom.
They are all important ministers of this country, who can stand under the throne.
Is it a holiday today, but it is bigger than any holiday.
The joint council is held several times a year, but today, it is destined to be unique.
Many people often accompany the bustle and bustle, but today, the whole palace is very quiet, quiet and disturbing, as if the ministers are not going to meet His Majesty the King, but to attend a memorial service for someone.
Of course, for members of the new faction, this analogy is very intimate, sweet!
Because of its opening, it symbolizes the decline of old-school forces, and Henrietta will also usher in the end of the day.
From the square in front of the gate to the main gate of the palace, there were people walking for a long time. Some people smiled towards the sun, some nodded in greeting, some murmured a greeting...
The stone sculpture of the soloist in the flowers in front of the porch of the main palace looks quietly at the green pond and fountain not far away, flanked by red maples surrounded by stone fences. It's just that it hasn't been ignited by autumn, and it still glows with summer green. Farther away, you can see the Victorian-style turret, adding a touch of delicacy and agility to this frivolous world.
When the melodious bell sounded from the tower of St. Storf Cathedral in the city of "Dikaben", only sparse guards were left on the long road to patrol, and the ministers had entered the joint chamber. Quietly waiting for the meeting.
Many lamps are distributed in the circular dome, illuminating the wide and solemn venue with soft light.
Sitting on the circular seats near the periphery are many hot and powerful figures in the kingdom, separated by the aisle in the middle, very clearly divided into three factions.
The old faction belonging to Henrietta, the new faction belonging to Anthem, as well as the group of fencers.
If left in the past, they would remain quiet, or stare coldly at their political opponents on the other side, or lower their heads to think about their concerns, or slap the desk boredly.
Today is different, the old-school power area on the left is very dull. Most of the people were sitting in jeopardy. Only a few people were whispering, frowning and angry when talking about recent events.
The new faction on the right is the opposite. Compared to the members of the old faction, most of them are very young and have more festive expressions on their faces. Few people can be indifferent.
Of course, this does not mean that they have no city government. But on this special day, they can take off the masks on their faces, greet what is coming with a smile, and also blow the morale of the old-school forces. Why not do it?
Among the two opposing factions, there is the wall-riding faction with fewer members, because the capital economic circle is the place where the battle between Change Will and Henrietta is the most intense. As a buffer, the wall-riding ministers can have the soil for survival.
A large part of them have made friends with the wall-riding lords, and there are very few true independents.
Today's fencers are also different from the past. Compared with the excitement of the new faction and the silence of the old faction, their expressions are mostly complex. They used to have old people in a trance with members of the old faction, with a worried look on their faces, and perhaps a touch of sadness. Those who were closer to the members of the new faction were more relaxed, looking calmly at the podium facing the gate.
Drizzt walked into the conference hall from the exclusive passage, sat on the wing of the rostrum, looked calmly at the speech platform in the center of the conference hall, his expression stiff like a rock.
As a representative of the new faction, he did not show a happy or proud look, but a blank expression on his face, quietly waiting for the arrival of the real big figures.
Five minutes later, the venue became quieter. Gilcott stepped on the lights and walked into the podium area of ​​the venue, accompanied by the two marquis, and sat near the center.
Gilcott, like Henrietta, is a noble prince and uncle of His Majesty the King.
Today, his complexion is a little bad, his old face is especially dry, and his eyes lack the radiance to the sun.
The ministers watched him enter the hall, watched him step on the lights and the red carpet, watched him sit on the seat that represents identity and status, watched him take out a handkerchief and wipe his face with a slightly trembling hand. .
As an iconic figure of the old-school forces, he is older than Henrietta and has been absent from the joint council for many years, but today, he appeared in front of everyone, not through remote projection mode, but on the rostrum with flesh and blood. .
No one spoke, the scene was quiet, and even the sound of the air-conditioning system could be heard.
The two marquis walked to the area where Drizzt was and sat down, smiling and nodding in greetings with the old-school members.
With little effort, the rear seat projection system of Gilcott was automatically turned on, and the light from the lens was intertwined into a green bust in midair.
The Duke of Tucson, the veteran of the wall-riding faction, appeared in front of everyone, his moustache still so sexy, even if it was just an illusory holographic projection, it was still difficult to conceal the elegance.
His territory is far from the border of the kingdom, including the Carlo star system, the Louis star system and the Campes star system, and is separated from the territory of the Star Alliance by a border.
Then there is the representative of the new faction, Grand Duke Edwina, she is a famous duke in the entire Hilumbel region, not only because of her youth, but also because of her beauty. Obviously he is nearly 50 years old, but he has a youthful and beautiful face and a devil's body that can't be more enchanting.
As soon as her figure appeared, it attracted the attention of most people present. It's a pity that it is a projection, not her real body, which makes people feel sorry. of course. There are also many people who are jealous, mostly women.
Many people are curious as to why she can stay young forever. Even if she has been using beauty nutrient solution, it is impossible for a middle-aged and elderly woman to have the look of a young girl.
She said it was a secret. It is a unique secret recipe given by the Holy Spirit. Once told to others, it will no longer work.
As a result, women can only chew their tongues behind their backs in a tone of envy, jealousy and hatred, while men imagine her as the lover of their dreams. Come to satisfy your own yy.
Only Captain Tang knew her secret, or guessed it accurately.
The information obtained by the "Gypsell" God Armed Research Base includes not only the communication records with the Turanx United Kingdom branch, but also the log of transactions with other branch scientific research institutions-Zidane where Edwina is located The Luo star system is impressively listed.
What ordinary nutrient solution cannot do does not mean that God’s armed forces cannot do it. After the clones that were destroyed in the experiment are discarded, the recovered nutrient solution can not only strengthen the body, after special treatment, it can also improve the human skin and make them more Firm and smooth, restore youthful youth.
This is also the reason why Tang Fang is determined to have an affair with God's armed forces.
As the younger brother of His Majesty the King, Turlamon allowed God to build scientific research bases in his territory. As a member of the new faction, Edwina's territory also appeared in Tang Fang's communication log obtained from the "Gypsell" scientific research base.
This is not an isolated phenomenon. The territory of almost every representative of the new faction is in that log.
In this case, if Anthem does not know the existence of God's arms, I am afraid no one will believe it. Moreover, some of the non-critical information obtained on the "Zai Angel" made him aware of some tricks.
I'm afraid that the person who calculates himself is not Terro, but the shrewd and capable King. Whether it's Tripatti or himself. They were all used as tools by Sange Will to intensify domestic conflicts and give the old-school forces a fatal blow.
He succeeded, he did.
Tang Fang's massacre of nobles in "Georgia" completely angered vested interest groups. At the same time, the old-school forces are also drawn into the bottomless quagmire.
Edwina dresses extraordinarily beautiful today, her thin eyebrows curled up with a moon hook, and her lips smile like a spring and snow, which is even more charming. She is like attending a grand party, not a low and depressing political meeting.
She looked around, her eyes finally falling on Drizzt. Nodded with a smile.
He nodded in return, but he was still expressionless, which made people wonder if he didn't understand aesthetics or didn't have a man's impulse in his bones.
In the aristocratic circle of the Turanx United Kingdom, only a handful of people can ignore Edwina's beauty, and Hymn Will and Drizzt are among them, which just shows that they are the same kind of people.
After Edwina appeared, the Duke of Finney from the old school followed, then the Marquis who belonged to the new school, and the marquis far away in the frontier, and then the Marquis of Robinson and the Marquis of Arudiba.
One after another nobles appeared in the core area of ​​the venue, and more than half of them used projection methods to participate. Only the nobles close to the capital economic circle would personally come to the venue to cheer for their own political forces.
On this occasion that has a bearing on the future of the entire Turanx United Kingdom, the presence of a real person is naturally far more important than a projection, and more appropriate, and able to deal with some more urgent matters on the fly.
A quarter of an hour later, lords from all over the Turanx United Kingdom entered the venue through projection participation and actual presence, and the number was already over half.
The air-conditioning system will take away the dirty air and inject fresh, high-quality air with subtle and elegant fragrance, so that the spacious hall is always clean and comfortable.
Turramon and a young marquis walked in from the direction of the gate. He did not take the exclusive passage that the royal family members and his majesty’s close ministers had the right to pass through. Instead, he entered from the place where the ministers came, and walked through the old-school forces and the wall-riding faction. In the aisle, walk step by step to the core area where the podium is located.
The scarlet cloak dragged a rolling red on the ground, like a burning flame of hunting. The heavy leather boots stepped on the red carpet, and there was no sound, like a silent movie with bright colors, which made people feel uncomfortable, as if something was stuck in the heart.
Several old people squinted their eyes, looking at His Royal Highness the Prince of martial arts, and looking at Servez Guarin who had snatched the throne of the Marquis from his brother in a duel, their expressions were very gloomy.
They thought Turlamon was deliberate. Deliberately stepped in from the main gate where the ministers entered, in order to put pressure on the old-school forces and members of the wall-riding faction to declare their glory like a general returning triumphantly and declare the absolute power of the kingdom over Will.
"It's arrogant."
"He is Turamon. He has arrogant capital."
Two key members of the financial department who belonged to the fence-riding faction whispered, and after speaking, they glanced at the members of the new faction, with jealousy and admiration in their eyes.
Standing is an art, just like dealing with people and reincarnation, it is a skill.
The members of the new faction have chosen the right backer. Only today's arrogant toes, and today's proud.
When Henrietta's power was in the wild, they lived with fear and tail, and lived carefully. To this day, they will follow the song Will to the peak of power, enjoy the wine of the winner, and listen to the wailing of the loser.
"I knew that today, Ivey should have been more enthusiastic when he visited the house." A transportation department official said with emotion.
When Henrietta suppressed the kingly faction that supported Sange Will, he tried to avoid affecting himself. Turn to get closer to Tripatti and join the forces of the fencer. Today, Ivey in his mouth is already the Minister of Health, but he has been in the transportation department for more than ten years, living a life without a future.
Some people cast disdain and contempt at Servez Guarin, while others admire him.
He was only 40 years old and became the owner of the Marquis, enjoying the awe and supreme power of the people.
Disdain and contempt is because he designed to frame his brother and had to accept the challenge and fight him. In the end, Servez stabbed his brother with a long sword 18 times in a row. I watched as a compatriot shed all his blood and died.
He also beheaded all those who dared to oppose him, including his sister-in-law and a dozen nephews, and hung their heads at the gate of the palace for 7 days. And that blood-stained sword was inserted by him on the stone platform in front of the main palace porch, accompanied by the flowers and green trees.
It was cruel and fair, because it was an upright duel. Servez defeated his opponent with his sword, and no one could say much. What the world can blame is nothing more than his cruelty and ruthlessness.
But...isn’t the power struggle always the case? The so-called victor prince is nothing more than this.
The history of any dynasty and generation is soaked in blood and piled up with corpses. Using killing to gain power is the most convenient and effective method.
Many people say that he is cruel and innocent, but Turramon doesn't think so, and appreciates his bravery and cruelty very much.
When Turramon applauded Servez in the name of the prince and invited him to share his worries for His Majesty, those who had spurned and cursed him became dumb, and more people chose to cheer for him.
From then on, no one dared to question the legitimacy of Servez's title... at least not in person.
Turamon and Serves walked slowly, and their broad backs carried the eyes and moods of many people. Every step they take is like a drum beat.
Of course, the sound of drums is not under the boots, but in the hearts of some people from the old-school forces.
In fact, Turamon felt that such a bright sword was not perfect, because the scabbard on his waist was empty, there was no hilt that shone with cold light, and there was no weight that made him feel at ease. After all, he was less sharp, or killing intent.
Servez walked to the Marquis below Edwina and sat down, watching the so beautiful and coquettish woman...no, the old woman, there was no desire in her eyes.
Turramon walked to Gilcott and shouted calmly, "Uncle." Then he turned and walked back to his seat to sit down, staring coldly at the stage without saying a word.
His expression was very cold, and Gilcott's expression was even colder, even colder, because he didn't even lift his eyelids, lying half on the seat, as if asleep.
Everyone knows what Turramon is doing recently and what he will do.
He is like a long sword in the hands of His Majesty the King.
What the sword refers to is naturally the battlefield.
Today, the battlefield is here.
Soon after Turamon and Serves sat down, several lords joined the venue through projection.
At the same time, some princes and dukes with royal blood also appeared one after another.
The people attending the meeting gradually arrived, and there were only a few vacancies left in the core area, but the rostrum at the front was still somewhat deserted.
The brighter the light ~EbookFREE.me~ It shines on faces with different expressions, with different colors. From time to time, there are a few soft coughs in the crowd, which briefly breaks the depression that pervades the venue. Some people will take the opportunity Grasping the greasy face, some people will take the opportunity to exhale the stale air that is stuck in their chests. Even the smug members of the new faction put away their smiles and quietly waited for the game to begin.
The arrival of Turamon and Serves was the first, not the last.
Because Henrietta hasn't arrived yet, because Anthem hasn't arrived yet.
However, unexpectedly, a person who shouldn't show up suddenly appeared between Turramon and the two of them, and he would once again be sent to the court.
The door of the royal passageway opened to both sides, and an old man with silver hair and an oxygen tube in his nostrils sat on a magnetic levitation chair and entered the venue accompanied by several court maids.
He was too old, almost 120 years old, and the intertwined wrinkles on his face were loose, covering most of his face. He could not see any light in those dim old eyes, like a pool of stagnant water without ripples. (~^~)
ps: The life of having codewords after get off work is really hard, ah, I really want to have time to fight!