Tantric family to divine dynasty

Chapter 326 The Birth of a New King

"Choose a new king."

In the deep corridors of the palace, many Syat nobles with sharp eyes stood solemnly, their figures casting long shadows under the magnificent murals and intricate chandeliers.

The air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, accompanied by the low sound of the organ in the orchestra pit in the distance, creating a solemn and majestic atmosphere.

Some Syat nobles wore gorgeous armor inlaid with gems and wore swords on their waists that symbolized the honor of their family. Some Syat nobles wore complicated formal clothes, looking elegant but with a hint of inviolable reserve.

They could hear the quiet footsteps of the court attendants in the distance, and the occasional subtle sound of metal colliding, the sounds were particularly clear in the echo of the palace.

The old Silver Hermit gazed at the many nobles from several major families and nodded calmly.

"The second generation of the Siat King of the Yadli royal family will be chosen from two people."

"As the cardinal of the Church of Redemption, I will be a witness to the king selection."

"Prince Bane Yardley, Prince Noah Yardley, I think everyone has some impression of them. You can express your opinions now. After you have expressed your thoughts, we can start voting."

The Silver Hermit paused for a moment and continued, "Voting is conducted anonymously, so no one will know what choice you made. Everyone can rest assured that no matter who you choose, you will not offend anyone."

"The Church of Redemption has two votes, the Yardley royal family has three votes, and the remaining seven major families can cast their own votes."

"If the final result is a tie, then only the votes of the church and the Royal Family of Yardley will be counted and a new count will be conducted."

She finally said, "I swear to the great Lord of Redemption that the above method of selecting a king is in full compliance with the will of the late King Syat. I will witness the entire process to ensure fairness!"

Byrne thought about it silently. There are a total of twelve votes, and there is a certain probability of a tie. But in the end, as long as there is a tie, the birth of the new king will be entirely decided by the Church of Redemption and the Yardley royal family.

He was silent for a while, and had already estimated the final ticket type in his mind.

In fact, in the past few days, the "Dragon Tamer" Aldridge has completely convinced him, the Fessack family, and the Jones family. He asked the four families to support... Prince Baine!
"Support Prince Bain. Supporting him is more beneficial to our camp because Prince Bain is a traditional and conservative person. He will basically continue most of the policies of the old King Syart."

"And if we choose Prince Noah, who is only interested in becoming stronger, as the new king, he will most likely ignore the country. At that time, the ambitious Marquis Rad will definitely try to gain more power. Internal conflicts may even intensify in a short period of time, which is a bad thing for us."

Aldridge calmly analyzed the various possibilities for the future.

"Because we have Byrne's power, the longer we delay, the more powerful people our families will have, and the more favorable the situation will be for us."

"Vote for Prince Bane."

The light from the palace shone through the stained glass windows, casting a half-bright, half-dark cast on the faces of the nobles.

They talked in low voices and stood silently, and it seemed as if countless stories and secrets were quietly conveyed in their eyes, making the atmosphere of the entire palace full of mystery.

Byrne, Chris and Darren, the three of them also came to Aldridge and "Fire" Amos.

He looked at the many nobles communicating with each other and shook his head slowly.

"Is there still a need to communicate? In fact, everyone has already thought about how to make a decision in the past few days, or even before coming here, right?"

Aldridge shook his head slowly and said, "Not necessarily. Maybe some people are just not very determined. They are the ones that can be fought for."

"Remember what I said, we will vote for that person later."

Byrne nodded slightly, but Aldridge shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, I have inquired about it these days, and the situation may not go as smoothly as we thought."

He paused and said, "However, the death of King Syat is a completely true story. I was too cautious and overthinking about this..."

"Ah."

Byrne nodded slightly and said, "The legends of this country have really been taken away by the god of death."

Aldridge also looked a little emotional.

Soon they came to a hall in the palace, and in the center of the hall stood a tall throne quietly. The throne was covered with exquisite silk from an exotic continent and embroidered with the holy grail, which symbolized Ya's gift to the royal family.

Right in front of the throne was a huge wooden table, on which was placed a golden ballot box, quietly waiting for the nobles' final decision.

The nobles walked into the hall with firm and powerful steps, and every look was full of expectations for the future.

The defiant-looking Marquis Rad was the first to step forward to vote.

"New era?"

The nobles have two golden balls that are the product of alchemy in their hands, representing two completely different choices. Only the person holding the ball knows whose name is inside.

Then they walked up to the wooden table one by one and put the golden voting balls in their hands into the box. Each ball represented their choice.

The crisp sound of metal balls hitting the box walls echoed in the hall. As the voting progressed, the atmosphere in the hall became more and more tense. Every noble held their breath, waiting for the results to be revealed.

Finally, when the last noble dropped the golden ball into the box, the old silver hermit slowly stepped forward and calmly opened the golden ballot box. Her movements were solemn and dignified, as if she was performing a sacred sacrificial ceremony.

As the lid of the box opened, golden balls rolled out one by one, jumping in the vessel and making pleasant sounds.

The Silver Hermit began to count the conditions of each ball, and each name given by the golden ball touched the hearts of the nobles present.

Finally she looked at everyone and nodded.

"It's Noah."

Byrne sighed, he still remembered what Leodridge had said these days.

Although they would try their best to choose Bane, the royal family of Yardley and the Church of Redemption would most likely nominate Prince Noah to be the new king.

This is because Prince Bain's coming to power is likely to leave everything completely unchanged, which would not be in the interests of the Yardley royal family and the Church of Redemption.

Marquis Rad would probably also hope that Noah would come to power.

Prince Bain, with a nervous expression, remained silent, as if he was relieved and relieved, but also seemed a little disappointed.

Prince Noah, who had long golden hair and a tall and thin figure, always had a blank expression on his face. Even after being chosen as the new king of Syat, there was no emotion in his eyes.

When the final result was announced, there was a burst of warm cheers in the hall!
The nobles bowed one after another to pay the highest respect to the new king. Although people did not know whether the new king would lead the country to new glory, they understood that they had become witnesses of a historical moment.

Prince Noah, the "Sword of Redemption", officially becomes the new king of Syat!
He walked calmly to the throne, looked at the Silver Hermit, and bowed slightly to the representative of theocracy.

"I swear to the great Lord of Redemption and the gods that I will be the ruler, defender, and shepherd of the Syat people."

"From now on, I will become God's representative and fill the world with God's light!"

Golden sunlight shines through the stained-glass windows and falls on the smooth marble floor, creating mottled light and shadows. The air is filled with the scent of lavender and candle smoke.

The Silver Hermit walked forward, holding the crown in both hands, his old eyes full of expectation.

She whispered the ancient coronation oath.

"The new king of Syat."

"The great gods will protect your future, and you also need to make the country glorious."

"You cannot deceive the gods, nor betray your own people. You must assume the responsibility of a king."

"Siyat will become your country and the source of your strength."

As the oath was concluded, the Silver Hermit calmly placed the crown on the new king's head.

At that moment, the entire palace seemed to be still, with only the light of the gem on the crown flickering slightly. The new king Noah lowered his head slightly, allowing the crown to fall steadily on his head.

When the new king Noah raised his head, there was a firm light in his eyes, which showed his confidence and determination for the future.

The expressions of Aldridge and Byrne changed slightly, and they suddenly felt that they might have seen the wrong person.

The new king...

Very unusual.

The new king Noah looked around and thanked the nobles present in a loud and powerful voice, full of confidence and majesty.

"Thank you for your choice."

"I will take on the responsibility of being the king. The Yadley royal family possesses the blood of the Lord of Redemption. We will always shine the glory of the Lord of Redemption!"

The nobles came forward to congratulate the new king, and the people cheered and celebrated outside the church. Byrne watched the scene calmly with a false smile on his face.

Darren said in his heart: "Although it is not the best result, everything is still going well... At least this new king is not a reckless person."

And at this moment, Chris suddenly looked into the distance.

In the royal mausoleum.

Lingshu slowly opened silently.

A suffocating breath slowly emanated from it.

It was cold and heavy, like a chill wind gusting out from the abyss, carrying with it the chill and silence of death.

It permeates the air silently, making people feel depressed and panic involuntarily. The air around them seems to solidify, and even time seems to become slow and heavy.

The air around Lingshu began to distort slightly, as if corroded by the breath of death. A large amount of thick black air overflowed from the cracks in Lingshu. They circled and intertwined in the air, and finally condensed into a blurry and terrifying scene. It seemed that countless souls were wailing and struggling, with distorted and hideous faces, full of despair and pain!
(End of this chapter)