Happy people from Blue Star

The heart of New York City, the White Elders' Cabinet.

As a court meeting hall, the building, which was built only twelve years ago, still looks very new and grand.

There are many large glass windows on both sides of the spacious hall, making the entire hall very bright.

And here, many nobles have gathered.

They were all looking at the two young men above.

The eldest prince Kamas, and the second prince Abdu.

The expressions of the two men were quite solemn, and when they occasionally looked at each other, there was hostility in their eyes.

Everyone felt this atmosphere, but no one found it strange.

It would be more strange if the conflict between these two people broke out now.

An old man with white hair and beard stood up on the stage tremblingly.

"The previous king has been buried, but there is no one to sit on the throne. Now is the time for us to elect a new king." The old man looked at the audience and said with a smile, "We are a constitutional monarchy. We can decide who sits on the throne and discuss the formulation of laws with the king. Now, the new king will be born with our support, so... everyone, cast your sacred vote."

There was loud applause.

Eleven years ago, when the old King Arianna rebelled and overthrew the previous king, he made many promises before he gained the support of the nobles and ascended the throne with a legitimate status.

Now, it is time for the Rommel family to fulfill their promise.

The new king would indeed come from the Rommel family, but they would have the final say on which prince or princess would come to power.

After the applause stopped, the old nobleman continued slowly: "So, according to the rules, the two princes will give speeches. Please invite the eldest prince Kamaz Rommel to come on stage first."

"My Lords, I am very happy to be here. As the eldest son, I naturally have the first right of succession. Of course, I am not someone who only enjoys the benefits brought by the rules. I can swear here that as long as I become king, I will ensure that every Lord will get enough benefits."

At this time, someone shouted from below: "Your Highness, please tell us what the so-called interests are!"

"I know Hadi and have a good relationship with him. After I take the throne, I will negotiate with Lord Hadi to allow the elves' goods to enter our country, and... divide the agency rights among you, and my royal family will not be involved at all."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a lot of discussion below.

Although the elves are not as strong as before, they are still recuperating in Hardy's territory and there are still many treasures.

Elf tea is no longer available, but whether it is elven honey, elven wood carvings, elven dried fruits, or elven silk, they are all bulk commodities and extremely profitable.

If the same business is divided among five or six families, a large number of people can be attracted.

The representatives of the great nobles all nodded, their expressions very satisfied.

They knew very well that they would definitely get a share.

Many small noble families depend on the big nobles for survival. If the big nobles are satisfied, the small noble families will naturally have no objection.

Seeing that everyone below had quieted down, Kamas felt that he had won, but he continued, "In addition, after I take office, I will promote a decree that will allow noble families above the rank of earl to have the power to fight foreign wars and to form regular legions of more than 20,000 men on their own."

After these words were spoken, the representatives below were even more satisfied.

Kamaz not only gives money but also delegates power, showing its sincerity.

"As for other matters, they involve confidential information. I will discuss them with you after I take office."

After saying that, Kamas bent down slightly and walked to the side.

He looked at his brother opposite him and smiled arrogantly.

The old noble nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "Now, please invite Prince Abdu to give a speech."

There was some scattered applause, but it quickly stopped.

Abdu's face was gloomy. He just stood aside and watched his elder brother promise benefits and then delegate power. He knew that what he wanted to do and say had been taken a step forward by the other party. The nobles also reacted well.

His winning rate is not high at this time.

But he still stood on the stage.

"Everyone, I am very happy to be able to speak here. In fact, I have no intention of competing for the throne. At least four days ago, I did not have such an idea." Abdu spoke sincerely from his heart: "My eldest brother is the eldest son. It is only natural for him to inherit the throne. It's just..."

The eldest prince Kamas, who was standing nearby, began to look a little anxious.

He had a bad feeling.

Abdul continued, "But what we need is a merciful king, not a ruthless tyrant who kills his own relatives."

As soon as these words were spoken, Kamas's face darkened.

The nobles were stunned for a while, and then they realized what Abdu meant.

While they were talking, they were also looking at Abdu on the stage.

"You said I was a tyrant, but you killed two nobles for no reason the day before yesterday. Aren't you also a tyrant?"

"They are traitors. I have evidence." Abdu looked at his elder brother Kamath: "I also have evidence. It was you who assassinated my father."

"Are you slandering me?" Kamas snorted, "None of you gentlemen here will believe your lies."

"I have prepared witnesses and physical evidence. Do you want to see it?"

Kamath snorted.

The old noble thought for a moment, glanced at the nobles below, and then nodded.

"As the great elder, on behalf of all the nobles present at the meeting, I ask the Second Prince to produce both physical and human evidence."

Although the nobles focus on interests, they also have a basic bottom line.

They are all men and have sons. If a patricidal person like Kamas comes to power, what will happen if their descendants follow suit?
Soon, a small group of more than a dozen people walked into the hall.

They were holding broken swords and account books, and there was a magician with a crystal ball following them.

The group walked under the podium.

Kamas pointed at the wizard and said, "This noble magician is Mr. Otto, who graduated from Louisian County."

Many people exclaimed.

As we all know, the Louisiane School of Magic is the most famous school in the world.

The magical talents trained here are all top-notch.

"This account book...it records the transactions between the assassin and others." The second prince pointed at the magician and said, "Sir Otto is very good at prophetic magic. He can use the crystal ball to reproduce what happened in the past, as long as there is an object medium. And it just so happens that the account book and the broken sword are both the assassin's things. As long as Sir Otto reproduces them, we can know the truth of the matter."

At this time, everyone's eyes shifted to Kamas, wanting to see how he would refute.

Now not many people believe that he was the regicide and patricide.

Kamasi smiled and took a breath: "Forget it, I wanted to put on a show with you guys."

He took out a short whistle from his clothes, put it in his mouth and started blowing.

The whistle was so shrill that the people around felt like their eardrums were almost broken.

Then the ground began to shake slightly.

Then the door was knocked open, and a large number of armored warriors rushed in from the front. (End of this chapter)