Chapter 433: 8. The Knight of Albion (24)

Albion’s current Queen Mary Stuart Tudor was seriously ill and died young.
The first was Charlie Man’s herald soldiers who urgently notified Charles IV. Then the bureaucrats of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Ambassador Albion appeared in the arena, confirming this unfortunate news to Charlemagne’s dignitaries and the round table knights. No one doubted the news. Authenticity.
Too sudden, too coincidental news, it is just like calculating the time spent by magic communications and heralding soldiers in delivering the message, allowing Queen Mary to be called by the Mother God at the right time, and then suspecting the Queen Cause of death of your majesty.
For example...someone's conspiracy.
Everyone with political vision will have doubts about this, but there is no time for them to waste on unfounded speculation. People who are good at tricks and competing for profits quickly calculate that this unfortunate thing will What changes have been brought to Albion, what impact has it had on the relations between the two countries, and how should one profit from it? The competition, players and spectators were completely left aside.
Queen Mary has no heirs. I don’t know if it’s Philip II, or whether the queen is a stone girl. The two supremes failed to give birth to a male and a female half who could inherit the throne of Albion. At the moment when Her Majesty died of illness, only Philip II and the Queen's sister, Grand Duke Elizabeth, could inherit the throne.
Things that have always been involved in throne disputes are highly sensitive. Political disputes, framing, conspiracy, assassination, and bereavement-throughout the process, the irreconcilable relationship between His Majesty Philip and His Highness Elizabeth reminds us of the worst.
The end of the centuries-old covenant, the major adjustments in the policies of Castile and Albion, and... a war.
In the forthcoming storm, Charlieman, Charlieman's nobles, and royals should manage themselves, and the entire ruling class is calculating.
(It's really ugly.)
Brenhill, who was Li Lin, smiled bitterly.
The human being, as a superior, forgets her responsibilities and looks at the ugliness of her immediate interests, so that she has a trace of sympathy for the people in this country who are under control.
Those in high positions. One decision and one signature may determine the fate and life and death of hundreds, even thousands of people. As well as having rights, they also bear responsibilities. When looking at things, you should have a big picture. At least when you encounter a major event, you should have the consciousness to let go of the internal struggle.
There are not many people who can calmly and decisively view the whole point of view, but like Charlemagne nobles, they can show peace and shallowness on their faces... It really makes the elves look down.
Although I don't want to completely deny the hereditary system. But the establishment of a system not based on parental feelings and descent, but on strength and qualifications to determine personnel appointments is indeed very correct. It is precisely because of this advanced system that Yalfheim can quickly unite the people and strengthen the national strength To become a developed region leading the nations in one fell swoop.
If human beings followed the institutional reforms of Yalfheim...
Secretly shook his head. Brun Hill gave up imagining that kind of future.
And regardless of the resistance and difficulties in the process of change, for the elves, that is by no means a beautiful future.
Based on the future planning of the elves, the aristocracy, which relies on blood lineage, descent, and origin to continue from generation to generation, is still necessary. This kind of ugly drama can only continue to be watched.
(It's almost time to close.)
Looking at the eager or flustered nobles, Brun Hill relaxed his shoulders, preparing to leave the arena with the noisy crowd.
There is a lot of work to follow. This world has been peaceful for too long, and decay has spread to every corner of human society. It is impossible to change the present state of illness without using a wind of cleansing. Thinking of the troublesome things, a soreness came out of my shoulders and shoulders. Go back and take a bath before you start.
Ready to get up and leave, but below came the riot that made her frown.
Looking up with the nobles who were also thinking about something, Brenhill's displeasure turned into doubt.
(What is he doing there?)
The lieutenant general battle ended with Gloria being forced back by Gerant, who was caught in a vortex of love. After the news of the change in Albion, the general battle did not start, and now everyone is unwilling to play and is ready to devote all their energy to politics and diplomacy, the dawn-like figure stands on the ring .
Albion is the youngest and is rumored to be Lancelot, the strongest round table knight.
By now, no one thinks the game will continue. From an objective perspective. An undefeated draw is also just right for both countries.
He stood with Elondit on the ring, what did he want to do?
(It's impossible...)
Brenhill thought of a hypothesis, if it was true, it was really a childish stubborn idea.
"Retreat without fighting... the name of the insulting knight!"
A slightly hoarse voice resounded throughout the audience. Lancelot straightened his back and said aloud:
"Here, challenge Charlemagne's strongest-Salome!!"
...
Where is this?
The knight challenged the magician? Although there is not a similar situation, but it is challenging the players who have already played... This is really a head start.
"Lancelot! The game is over, it is imperative to rush back home as soon as possible!"
"Is it okay to leave the arrogant woman alone?!"
"This……"
Looking at Morgan still rubbing at Salome's feet, and Gao Wen lying on the stretcher still receiving first aid, Bediwell fell silent.
Salome undoubtedly won the game, but the woman's methods were extremely dirty, and Albion was deeply ashamed. If they just returned to the country honestly, they might not be able to raise their heads in the future.
The knights who have no achievements are despised, and the knights who can come back with their faces after being insulted by foreign women...regardless of their reputation or status, I am afraid they will be seriously damaged?
"It's the same thing. Take the next sentence, "Oh, is that true?" And then there are really no knights who return home obediently."
Salome sat on her feet and rested and leaned back on ~EbookFREE.me~ tore up the chain, forcing Morgan to look up in a trance, and sneered disdainfully:
"Albion's knight, it really is brain-dead."
"Wait, the battle of the generals should be me...!!!"
"Sit down, Roland sauce, but people are fighting for the motherland. Please be considerate of that girl-like delicate heart."
As if seeing all smiles, the black light above the common sense and common sense flickered and extended from Salome's right hand into a straight line, and the light began to condense and reorganize into a physical form.
"I haven't met an excellent swordsman who can make me a little bit happy in a long time. The legendary holy sword and the famous genius swordsman-well, shouldn't I regret it?"
The black straight straight knife appeared in the air, nearly 3 meters in length. It was shaped according to the Tang knife, but it had the grip of the Dongying Ninja knife and a western style name.
The unknown sword is called "Shenyi". (To be continued...)