Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 426 Xia Bolili's Roar

The nobility of the Golden Dynasty was divided into three classes.

The first class is the military nobles who were awarded titles and fiefs for their merits in the war of unification. These people often also hold important military positions in the dynasty's major legions. They are the strongest, most powerful, and most respected.

The second class is real nobles who were awarded titles because of their family background, political achievements, or special contributions in other fields. Although they have no military merits, they have fiefdoms that produce a lot of income. Once a war breaks out, they are ready to advance to the first-class nobles, so they are not inferior.

The third class is court nobles like Chapolili, among whom viscounts and above are directly granted by the royal family, and the hereditary ducal families also have three nominations for court barons every year.

Although they could also obtain monthly financial subsidies from the central government equivalent to the territory's income, in the eyes of those "orthodox" nobles, these people who had neither strength nor background were undoubtedly inferior people. The more arrogant ones would even think that being listed in the same aristocratic pedigree with them was an insult to themselves.

Of course, this is just the private idea of ​​the nobles. On the surface, there is no distinction between high and low in the dynasty system. Moreover, after coexisting in the dynasty aristocratic system for so many years, most of the nobles who can still retain their titles are more shrewd than each other, and no one will really use this kind of thing to make trouble for others.

After all, not everyone has a hereditary title of nobility. The descendants of military nobles became ordinary practical nobles, and the descendants of practical nobles might not even be able to become court nobles. Making enemies for no reason would do no good except to hurt oneself in the future.

Therefore, even though some people have been talking about Chapolili's background, no one has ever really made trouble about it.

Be he a loyal minister or a treacherous minister, he was still a court viscount personally appointed by the former war king Gefulei. Even though Gefulei was no longer the King of Gold, and even the name "Gefulei" was stripped away, and he was exiled with the entire Eastern Expedition Army, no one in the world dared to despise that existence.

But on the other hand, when the aristocratic group, or the power class of the Golden Dynasty tried to target someone, the identity of a court aristocrat gave people too much room to maneuver.

Without a fiefdom, there would be no powerful family, no private army permitted by law, and no complicated group of in-laws and allies.

Even if he was killed, he would be the only one killed.

The backer who should have been standing behind Chapolili, the Everqueen, was sleeping in the heart of the golden tree, Lucia was trapped in a bloody battle in the north, and the only one left who directly endorsed him in charge of resisting the plague, Radagon, the current King of Elden, was sitting alone at the head of the jury, looking at him with eyes far more ruthless than anyone else.

That look was not the cold and gloomy look that the nobles had, mixed with many other emotions such as kicking someone when they are down and gloating over someone else's misfortune, but an extreme and pure indifference.

It doesn't seem to matter to him who takes Chapolili's position. What matters is that when he needs someone, there is someone who appears in that position and completes the mission.

What is the mission we should fulfill?
Xia Bolili stood there in a daze, surrounded by an overwhelming and increasingly intense barrage of abuse. If it weren't for the city guards' strict security checks on citizens entering the city, he might have been stoned and turned into a bloody mess.

In front of him was the cold jury seat, and the Chief Justice was sitting in front of him. Behind his thick glasses were a pair of turbid eyes that were as cold and sharp as a knife, as if they wanted to cut him in half and enumerate his sins.

What is his mission? He is also thinking about this question urgently and seriously at this moment.

Carry forward the ideals of that child from that shabby shack many years ago and save the world like a hero?
Adhering to the ambition stolen from Your Majesty when I was serving the late king, even though the late king is no longer around, will I still stand up and protect the people of the Golden Dynasty like he did?

Neither, those missions are too lofty and too far away, not something a man like him can dream of.
He suddenly recalled a lot of things. He remembered the happy eyes of the patients suffering from epilepsy as they hugged their families after they recovered, he remembered the sleepless days and nights he spent studying treatment methods with the ancient dragon priests and dynasty doctors, he remembered the heaviness in Mrs. Winkton's eyes when he first met her at the Fifth Church of Marika, and he remembered the body of the girl he saw when he first came out to inspect the epidemic.

What a young and lovely child! If there were no epilepsy, those empty eye sockets should have been filled with a pair of lively eyes, like the clear spring in the mountains and the white deer in the forest, flowing with expectations for the world and attachment to relatives and friends.
But once those flames, those damn flames started, there was nothing left.

He never had any delusions that were inappropriate for his status, just like when he pounced on the boulder that rolled down from the top of the slope. He just subconsciously tried his best to do something for those who were within his reach, even if he would be ruthlessly crushed by fate.

Maybe he subconsciously wanted to prove that his life was not that bad and his character was not that despicable?

No. The man told him that his life was not bad. When he stepped forward to save others, his life was more precious than most people. "Not bad. No, I did the right thing."

The chaotic pupils gradually focused, the confused thoughts gathered in the mind again, and the insults that were rumbling in the ears like drowning became clearer and no longer so frightening.

Xia Bolili straightened his spine and looked back proudly at those eyes that were either cold or full of resentment. At this moment, he wanted to make his back look strong enough, just like the man he had been watching from behind.

"My responsibility to resist the plague was not due to any dishonorable means, but was approved by His Majesty Radagan himself! Your Majesty can testify to everything I have done for the dynasty!"

He argued loudly, his burning eyes fixed on the man on the throne.

Radagan turned his face slightly away, perhaps just because he was a little tired after working for too long, and subconsciously moved his neck.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

Under the gazes of countless people, Radagan stood up and stated in a calm tone: "I testify that what Viscount Chapolili said is true. It was indeed me who gave him the responsibility to coordinate the two dynasties to jointly resist the plague of insanity."

"To prove his innocence, I will hold a holy judgment ceremony here. Under the watchful eyes of the Supreme Will, I will judge whether Chapolili is still His faithful chosen one. Everyone present here can witness it with their own eyes."

After saying that, he raised his right hand high, with his five fingers clenched in the air, and a stone hammer appeared from the void, condensing in his palm with a mighty and grand sense of power!

Unlike Marika's rough and pale stone hammer, Radagan's stone hammer radiates a sacred golden light all over, and there is a ring of light on it that symbolizes the law.

He pointed the hammer handle toward the sky, and a brilliant golden light shot straight into the sky and sank into the giant golden tree that blocked out the sun. Amid the faint sound of waves, nearly 20,000 people present felt the arrival of a great will!

“It is the Supreme Will”

“It is truly the Supreme Will!”

"Please protect your humble people from the rebellious villains!"

People knelt on the ground trembling, even the nobles bowed humbly towards the golden tree. Apart from Radagon who held the stone hammer high, only Lakkad stood up with a stern face in the audience. He just bowed symbolically, his eyes full of scrutiny of the holy judgment ceremony.

In the center of the square, facing this irresistible great force, the thirteen representatives of the Ahara caravan stood firm and did not kneel down, but their bodies began to tremble involuntarily.

Seeing the new king willing to use up his divine power to start the Holy Judgment Ceremony for him, Xia Bolili was deeply moved. He relaxed his tense body and let the will flow through his body like water to test whether he was still pure.

His eyes were a little hot. Anyone who experienced these ups and downs in just a few minutes would probably feel a little emotional, right?
However, the next second, the burning sensation became more intense and quickly turned into a stinging burn!

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Xia Bolili's eyeballs were wrapped in orange-yellow flames, and soon his whole body was burning!

His first reaction was not a roar of pain, but a whisper of disbelief.

"impossible"

(End of this chapter)