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Chapter 726 Give You a Chance to Redeem

The Senate, this is an imperial conference organization composed of grand dukes from the royal family. When the king is unable to handle political affairs, they will take over the management of the empire.

Therefore, when Wald XVIII did not come forward, it was reasonable for the Senate to preside over the coronation ceremony.

Xu Shuo glanced around the people present.

I really haven't seen Wald XVIII.

But I saw General Royce, who was standing in the ranks of the Imperial Army standing on both sides of the Gate of Pallas, who seemed to be the guard of the coronation ceremony.

It's just that the opponent's armor is still tightly worn, and it is completely impossible to see what face is under the armor. It can only be barely recognized through the clothes.

At the scene, apart from the imperial army, there were no other troops on the surface.

Xu Shuo didn't spread his mental power to explore the dark place.

He stood quietly on the high platform, listening to the deacons of the Senate council chanting the coronation declaration loudly, listening to the chattering voice in his ears, Xu Shuo's thoughts had already begun to wander.

Therefore, he never talks about these useless and saliva-consuming things during the annual meeting of the studio.

After all, he will be distracted by it.

Let alone those ordinary employees.

After half an hour.

The coronation declaration was finally finished, and another deacon walked over respectfully holding the crown pillow. On top of the red silk satin, lay a luxurious and gorgeous crown.

Not the crown Walder XVIII wore on his head yesterday.

This crown only appears at the time of coronation.

The deacon walked up to Xu Shuo, first bowed to salute, then knelt down on one knee and lifted the tray above his head.

Xu Shuo handed the scepter of the sun crown to Catalina who was standing beside him drowsy.

Then he casually picked up the crown on the tray and looked at Prince Simon, who had been kneeling on one knee three feet away, with a hint of interest in his gaze.

This prince is really poor.

Look at him, his shoulders are trembling, I don't know.

Xu Shuo walked towards Prince Simon.

But just as he took two steps over there.

A loud shout came from behind the gate of Pallas.

"Wait a moment!"

……

There was a sudden shout.

All the people present who didn't know the facts were a little stunned and puzzled. They followed the voice and looked behind the gate of Pallas.

The stairs to the Gate of Pallas are actually not high, and behind the building is a straight and wide avenue.

The avenue leads directly to Fort Tandin in the distance.

It also extends in all directions and connects the bustling streets of the capital, so at this time, there are also many ordinary people standing on both sides of the avenue to watch the ceremony.

But at the moment.

There was a column of troops coming on horseback from the distance of the avenue.

The leader was none other than Prince Golan, the Fourth Highness of the Royal Family. Although he was wearing armor, he was still dressed luxuriously and luxuriously. With a fiery red cloak behind him, he was full of momentum.

At this critical moment, on this critical occasion, Prince Golan appeared with troops and prevented the coronation ceremony from proceeding.

A discerning person can already see the problem.

Suddenly, there was a commotion all around.

Everyone was discussing in low voices in astonishment, but the small voices of hundreds of thousands of people added together was enough to make it noisy.

Where no one can see.

Xu Shuo was very interested.

The deacons of the council looked around.

The guards on both sides of the Gate of Pallas immediately stepped forward and blocked Prince Golan's team, but the general who appeared this time was not General Royce.

Prince Golan stopped his horse, his face under the steel crown was stern and stern, and there was a hint of arrogance between his brows and eyes.

He also didn't care about the guards standing in front of him.

Instead, he looked up at the coronation platform, and after looking at the pale Prince Simon, a sneer appeared on Prince Golan's face.

Then he said loudly: "My good brother, Prince Simon will be crowned king today and become the No.19 monarch of the San Vallo Empire, but—is he really worthy?!"

The voice fell, and the noise of the scene suddenly rose!
There were discussions all around.

The Grand Duke of the Senate has stepped forward angrily.

"Golan, don't be presumptuous here!"

"Prince Simon's coronation is what everyone expects, and you can say it at will."

"Fourth Highness, what are you planning to do today, don't you want to follow the behavior of Seventh Highness last night?"

"Prince Golan, please don't do stupid things."

Some people in the council couldn't bear Prince Golan's behavior, and some people kindly persuaded him.

After all, the grand dukes of the council were once blood relatives of the San Vallo royal family, with intricate power, and more or less have a relationship with the current royal highness.

Grand Duke Brian has some relationship with Prince Golan's mother clan, but he is obviously completely unaware of Golan's behavior today, so he is frantically giving Prince Golan winks at this moment, hoping that the other party will retreat quickly.

But the next moment.

Another voice sounded, directly making him feel black in front of his eyes.

"Brother Simon's abilities are known to us. He only looks at paintings, races horses, and drinks tea every day. So far, he has never made any achievements. I don't know who expects this."

Said it out loud.

It was the rank of the royal family of San Vallo, and the third highness, Princess Firona, stood at the top.

And Princess Teresa also stood beside Firona.

The Third Highness, Princess Filona, ​​and the Fourth Highness, Prince Golan, are siblings of the same mother. Obviously, Princess Firona also knew about this matter.

Seeing the presence of the wealthy and nobles, they looked at him.

Princess Firona smiled again: "I really want to be convinced, why don't you just tell me, what ability does Brother Simon have to become the king of the San Vallo Empire?"

The voice fell.

Grand Duke Brian's face turned livid with anger.

Princess Firona's words undoubtedly directly put Prince Simon on the stake. Sure enough, at this moment, everyone's eyes subconsciously focused on Prince Simon.

Prince Simon has already raised his head because of this coronation mishap.

But he still maintained the posture of kneeling on one knee.

Listening to the looming discussions in the ear.

Prince Simon's face was pale, and the cold sweat oozing from his forehead had exposed his panic, but he tightened his lips and remained silent.

Prince Simon: I don't want to be king either.

It's a pity he can't say anything.

Prince Simon gritted his teeth and looked ahead.

His eyes landed on the golden robe, and his eyes seriously traced the sun pattern on the robe, as if he was just looking for something to divert his attention.

He tried his best not to pay attention to the movement around him, thinking that he was a deaf man, a death row prisoner silently waiting for the sentence.

"Brother Simon seems to have nothing to say."

The crisp voice sounded again.

It pierced his ear like a needle.

Prince Simon, who was staring closely at the front, sniffed, thinking in his mind: Why is this sun pattern with sixteen lines, why not seventeen lines, or eighteen lines?
Then, the voice belonging to the council sounded again, seeming to argue for him.

It's hard for them to find excuses for themselves.

Prince Simon thought to himself: Why is the sun golden?Why not embroider with red thread?

After the voice of the Senate.

It was the voice of Prince Golan shouting and mocking again.

Prince Simon thought to himself: The fabric of this dress seems to be white, but it seems to be golden again, and I don't know what material they use.

The noise around was getting louder.

In addition to the council, the surrounding San Valo royal family, wealthy nobles, and famous princes and dignitaries all quarreled.

It was ridiculous to quarrel over this throne.

Prince Simon thought: This must be a very rare cloth.

Just when he was about to think about nothing.

A cold and calm voice suddenly sounded in his mind, like icy cold water sinking into his throat, suddenly and clearly occupying all his thoughts.

"Does it look good?"

Prince Simon's back suddenly froze.

He subconsciously looked up slightly, and saw the bright and shining sun crowned with a golden circle of light as the center, surrounded by sixteen rays of light spreading radially.

Same pattern as he saw on the clothes.

There is no reason.

It is sixteen rays.

Under the light, half of the face was covered by the bag, only the white chin and the slightly curved corners of the mouth were exposed.

Prince Simon swallowed.

Just as he felt that he was hallucinating, when he tremblingly lowered his eyes again, the voice sounded again.

"The fabric is not expensive, the manor spun it by itself."

Prince Simon: "..."

Prince Simon trembled, and kneeling on one knee became kneeling on both knees.

He stared at the clothes of the Pope of Light and thought wildly, and was caught on the spot. The secret envoy of the Inquisition Tribunal next to him wouldn't have cut him down in the first place, right?

I heard the Inquisition was cruel.

Before hacking, I will divide it...

"Since you don't want to die, maybe I can give you a chance to redeem yourself."

Hear this.

Prince Simon looked up suddenly.

"The God of Light will protect every one of His people."

The voice was cold, yet holy and bright.

Prince Simon leaned over and looked up, saw the sixteen rays of the sun crown, and saw the noon sun shining on that piece of gold, radiating a holy and radiant light.

Like hope, but also like redemption.

……

"Prince Simon is indeed incapable of taking on the great responsibility of the empire, but if Prince Golan wins this honor, I am willing to admit it!"

In this noisy dispute.

The first His Royal Highness of the San Vallo royal family expressed his position.

Her Royal Highness, Princess Teresa, stood up and expressed her approval of Prince Golan as the new king as the royal family.

her move.

It's like a fuse.

Naturally, there are quite a few His Royal Highnesses of the San Valo royal family who want the throne. It can even be said that everyone wants to be the ruler of the San Valo Empire from the bottom of their hearts, but they know that they do not have the ability, so they have to rest their minds.

But give up the fight for the throne.

And support other siblings.

It's two things.

Some people looked at each other in blank dismay, but they saw the eyes of Princess Filona and Prince Golan looking over, and there was also Princess Theresa's urging eyes.

As a result, many people bit the bullet and expressed that they were also willing to support the more capable Prince Golan.

If you have to choose between Prince Simon and Prince Golan.

In fact, most people want to choose Prince Simon.

But if Prince Golan stood here with an army and asked you to make a choice, they would choose Prince Golan without hesitation.

Choosing Prince Simon is because Simon is cowardly and easy to grasp.

To choose Prince Golan is to choose your life.

"How presumptuous!"

At last the council had run out of patience.

Someone received instructions from the dark place, and looked at the proud and complacent Prince Golan with gloomy eyes: "The Fourth Highness, Prince Golan, trespassed on the coronation ceremony, intending to rebel and seek power to usurp the throne. This is an unforgivable crime, take it down immediately!"

After the voice fell, the guards on both sides who had been waiting for a long time rushed up immediately.

But Prince Golan's reaction was not slow. With a wave of his hand, the army behind him who was about to move also shouted and swarmed up!

The scene instantly became chaotic.

The ordinary people around the Gate of Pallas fled in panic, and the nobles also lost their etiquette at this moment, screaming everywhere, and seeking shelter one after another.

On the coronation platform at the Gate of Pallas.

The Haoyue Knights and the Obsidian Knights formed a guard around them. They kept their eyes on each other, and their expressions were calm. Anyone who dared to approach, whether it was the imperial army or the rebel army, dared to cut one without hesitation.

This caused no one to touch the position of the high platform, and Prince Golan's purpose was only to suppress this group of people, so he did not embarrass the Holy See anymore.

After all, after the suppression of the Senate.

His coronation is also to continue.

As for Prince Simon's life, he will be let go for the time being.

……

"Tsk tsk, one last night, another one today."

Because the Holy See Knights were blocking the outside, Catalina, who had been holding back for a long time, relaxed a little, and looked at the farce outside through the gap of the Knights.

Catalina asked curiously: "It's strange, why didn't the king take the opportunity to come out and kill you?"

Xu Shuo lazily said: "Probably because he hasn't made arrangements yet, otherwise they wouldn't have allowed the fourth prince to talk so much nonsense just now, and even argued back and forth."

Catalina nodded half-understanding: "So that's the case, so it's deployed now?"

Xu Shuo yawned: "Not necessarily. After all, Teresa has made the atmosphere to a high point. Now even if the Senate doesn't take action, Prince Golan will take the lead. The Senate probably doesn't want to lose this Face, must take the lead."

Catalina: "Oh, the same as your priesthood, a group of old guys who pay attention to form."

Xu Shuo didn't speak anymore.

The two fell silent after a few words.

Then, the bored Catalina suddenly looked at Prince Simon who was still kneeling there.

Prince Simon: "..."

Cold sweat fell.

Prince Simon shivered.

"ended."

Xu Shuo suddenly spoke.

Also after these words fell, the Knights of the Holy See, which surrounded the high platform like a human wall, also spread out on both sides, exposing the outside line of sight again.

There were many people lying on the ground of the high platform.

There are also many people lying under the gate of Pallas.

A group of nobles gathered together and shivered, and the royal family of San Vallo was also out of manner. They were frightened into a mess, but because of the imperial army guarding in front of them, they were not seriously injured.

The princes of the council were in a panic.

The smell of blood filled the avenue of the Gate of Pallas.

Prince Golan's face was pale, and the luxurious laurel crown on his head had fallen to nowhere, and his cloak was torn. At this moment, several sharp swords were placed across his neck.

Princess Firona collapsed to the ground covering her mouth.

They had been planning this operation for several days.

From the day Wald XVIII announced that Prince Simon would be crowned, Prince Golan's faction began to plan meticulously. Last night, His Royal Highness Prince Lille was launched to test it out.

But didn't expect...

Just like Prince Lille was suppressed by the imperial army last night.

Today's Prince Golan is generally the same.

Both rebellions seemed like a joke.

Princess Teresa's eyes flickered slightly. She clings to Princess Firona's side cooperatively, her expression seems to be in a trance, but her eyes are vaguely looking at the high platform of the Gate of Pallas.

His Holiness the Pope.

Then there is your playing field.

……

　I originally wanted to finish this plot in one chapter, but found that I couldn't finish it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)