Imperial Crown.

Chapter 267 I am the King! [1 update]

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The attack soon died down.

Compared to Impir's status as a fourth-tier necromancer, the damage he caused was quite limited.

In terms of personnel, including the 247 people who died on the spot at the Crystal Palace where the incident occurred, the total number of deaths and missing persons in the entire Eagle Town was 541, which included the number of people killed by skeletons, executed for looting, and trampled to death by each other.

This number is not large, and such an achievement was achieved mainly because the Eagle Eye Guards controlled the core area at the first moment, and then the Eagle Army's timely response nipped the unrest in the bud.

In terms of property, the Crystal Palace, where the incident originated, was completely burned down and needed to be cleaned up and rebuilt, but the surrounding buildings were basically not affected.

The spoils taken from Imperial were enough to completely cover the costs.

Marquis Anthony, who was thousands of miles away, had no idea that his favorite entertainment venue in the Nord province had been burned down.

In fact, he had already arrived outside the royal capital, Mingnagar.

This legendary city covered with gold is located on an endless plain. From a distance, it looks like a plateau rising abruptly.

The 15-meter-high city wall was originally white, but after nearly a thousand years of wear and tear, it has turned into a weathered gray. The roads extending from the eight city gates connect the entire empire.

All roads lead to the capital.

It was six o'clock in the morning. Accompanied by the sound of the bell from the clock tower in the city, the eight city gates opened almost simultaneously.

The city gate is 10 meters high and 16 meters wide. It is made of "dragon blood steel" and has been enchanted to offset any magic below level 6.

Under the action of the hinges, the city gate slowly rose, and carriages loaded with fresh vegetables and raw meat drove in in an orderly manner.

At the southwest gate, the traffic entering was turbulent, but people consciously made way for a path because Marquis Anthony's carriage was driving into the city.

The two tall horses pulling the cart were of unknown breed. Although their steps were as graceful as those of horses on a spring outing, their muscles were strong and powerful, and through their bridles one could see their teeth that were like those of vicious dogs.

They obviously have strong magical bloodlines, otherwise they would not be able to pull this huge carriage that is as big as a house.

The four sturdy wheels rumbled on the road, and the silver casing on the axle shone with a magical halo, which not only kept the temperature inside the carriage warm in this cold weather, but also prevented the carriage from shaking and bumping like an ordinary carriage. The teacup on the table didn't even make a ripple.

This carriage is worth 2740 gold coins, which is equivalent to the entire income of a baron's family for two to three years.

But in the royal capital, it is just an ordinary means of transportation, and occasionally you can see carriages that are more luxurious than it.

The carriage passed through the flat street, which gradually became wider from narrow to wide enough to accommodate two carriages running side by side, and then to wide enough to accommodate ten carriages without being crowded.

The sound gradually changed from noisy at the beginning to quiet, and birds could be heard singing, and finally faint singing could be heard.

The buildings have changed from low to tall, from simple to gorgeous, pedestrians wearing silk clothes can be seen everywhere, and the paving bricks on the ground have also transitioned from ordinary blue bricks to solid and luxurious granite.

In the innermost blocks, you can even see street lights powered by magic energy everywhere.

After passing through a block that was almost made up of small castles, Anthony's carriage arrived at a square large enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.

At the end of the square is a mountain rising from the ground.

That is the core of the city of Mingnagar, the heart of the entire Keynes Empire, the imperial palace known as the "City That Never Falls" - the Royal Court!
It sits on a magically shaped 80-meter-high rock with steep and straight edges; the 20-meter-high city walls are so majestic that people will feel awe when they look at them.

Only on the side facing the square, there is a wide staircase flowing down like a river, sparkling with golden light under the sunlight.

In the middle of the stairs, there is a relief like a scroll, telling the legendary life of Keynes I, the founder of the empire, from a commoner to his coronation.

At the end of the stairs is a sculpture taller than the city wall.

Keynes I is dressed in ninth-level armor and covered in blood, holding a seventh-level "Dragon Roar" spear in one hand, with a lifelike Cyclops head on the tip of the spear, looking proud and confident!
Even after thousands of years, it still exudes unspeakable dominance and majesty.

After paying respect to the statue, Marquis Anthony walked into the city under the guidance of the palace guards.

Ordinary people dream of wealth, which means paving the floor with gold, but in the palace, gold is the least valuable thing.

The road is lined with flowers, and here you can see the most beautiful and rare flowers on the entire continent.

The "snake fern" on the seashore, the "moon-glowing fairy" that is a specialty of the elves, and even the "rock heart flower" that only grows deep in the earth and is regarded as a sacred object by the dwarves, are all blooming here.

These are the favorites of the current King, and each plant has a magician responsible for taking care of it individually.

The hall in the center is spacious and majestic, more solemn than the temple, but the meeting is not here today. Anthony was led into the side corridor, crossed two gardens, and came to the bedroom of His Majesty the King.

Compared to the beauty and prosperity outside, the interior of the palace appears quite casual and low-key, and only insiders can see its extraordinaryness.

Rows of candles were burning on the walls on both sides - they were "whale halberd candles" imported from the Naga tribe via the Kingdom of Potomiche. They were extracted from the fat of the halberd-tailed demon whale, and the price of one candle was as high as 1 gold coins in the place of production. From the seaside to Middle-earth, which is thousands of miles away, the price has inflated to around 31.7 gold coins.

Compared with ordinary candles, it burns longer, one candle is enough to last for 1-8 days, and there is no suffocating smoke. Instead, it emits a fragrance that can refresh the mind and relieve fatigue.

It is said that it can also enhance male physique and prolong sexual time. Although there is no concrete evidence, it is enough to win the favor of bigwigs.

The spacious room's floor was covered with a whole piece of goose yellow griffin velvet carpet. It was warm whenever you stepped on it, as soft as a baby's skin, but not hot.

Griffin down, the finest raw material for robes, is taken from 0-2 year old griffin chicks. Each griffin can only collect about 1.5 pounds of such down in its lifetime.

And the blanket now spread on the ground weighed a full 837 pounds.

Griffin wool is a specialty of the royal estate and is usually only used as a reward and not sold to the outside.

Once, a piece of griffin wool measuring half a meter square appeared on the black market. It weighed only one pound, but was immediately bought for a high price of 1 gold coins.

In the center is a wooden table that is 10 meters long and 3 meters wide. On the table is a map of the entire continent. If you look closely, you will find that the map not only has clear edges, but also the flickering light and shadows clearly show the ups and downs of the terrain.

Behind the table stood a young man with disheveled hair. He was tall but not very strong. Instead, he looked a little thin. He wore a loose silk robe tied into the shape of a peblos.

At first glance, this ancient-style clothing looks like a curtain draped over the body. Combined with his somewhat thin body, he looks like a melancholy young man obsessed with philosophy.

But when he slowly raised his head, his overall temperament changed drastically.

His face was as thin as his body, yet he gave off a sense of authority like a giant dragon.

Those energetic eyes looked down at Anthony like a hawk, examining and sizing him up. Obviously, they did not have any emotion, but it seemed as if they were ready to eat Anthony alive at any time.

Anthony's nose twitched slightly, and he knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty, Anthony Vanya Edwards has been ordered to come to see you."

The 30-year-old Cairns XVI looked at Anthony again, then said casually, "Get up."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Anthony stood up and sighed, "Your Majesty's life has become more simple."

"Haha, if you want to be the leader of the Restoration, how can you not be simple?" Cairns XVI smiled slightly: "You have been on this trip for more than a year. Tell me, what different customs and practices have you seen along the way?"

"I have indeed seen a lot." Anthony said, "Thanks to the grace of His Majesty the King, the Empire is now not only prosperous but also flourishing. Even in the Nord Province, which is known for its bitter cold, everyone is living a happy life. Everyone I meet respects and admires you very much."

"You only have a good mouth." Cairns XVI sneered, "The Nord Province just went through a war a few years ago. Now they can barely get enough food and clothing. How can everyone be happy?"

"How dare I lie to you, Your Majesty?" Marquis Anthony said solemnly, "Although there was a war there, it was not affected too much because of your care, the loyalty of Earl Tyrone of the Slater family, and the unity of the nobles." "Especially the new Baron Raven of the Griffith family. Although he is young, he is smart and has many tricks up his sleeve."

Keynes XVI's brows were knitted together until Anthony's last sentence relaxed:
"Griffith family, I didn't expect that they not only survived to this day, but also have the potential to rise again."

"Your Majesty, I have a question, but I don't know whether I should ask it or not," said Anthony.

"Are you asking why I am so concerned about the Griffith family?" Keynes XVI asked back.

Without waiting for Anthony to answer, Cairns XVI continued, "You will be going to Nord Province later, so it's okay to tell you."

"Everything starts with their family's ancestor, Don Quixote..."

Don Quixote rose in the Third Orc War, shined in the later stages of the war, and was promoted to Earl due to his military exploits.

That was the earl during the founding of the country.

If everything had followed the normal trajectory, the Griffith family would not be prosperous now, but at least it would have an orderly inheritance, take root in the Nord province, and be powerful.

But when he was 41 years old, he made a huge mistake, so he was stripped of his title and territory, and became a baron, living on the frontier.

No records are clear about what happened during that period, and only the royal family knows the secret.

In the year 211 of the Guangli calendar, Don Quixote led his army to attack the Elf Empire as the commander-in-chief.

On the surface, this was a retaliatory war launched by the Elf Empire because it once led its army to help the Orc Empire fight against the human race.

But Don Quixote also has a secret mission, which is to obtain the "magic of immortality" hidden by the legendary elves.

The war ended in peace talks, and the mission ultimately failed.

All signs indicate that it was because Don Quixote wanted to enjoy this eternal life alone and was selfish that he failed.

But when facing Keynes I later, Don Quixote said that he was testing the fire with his own body, because according to the information he had obtained, the magic of immortality could only be endured by the elves, and it was a pure curse for other races.

This statement certainly cannot convince the wise and capable Keynes I, but the punishment cannot be reduced for such a shameless crime.

In order to prove his innocence, Don Quixote almost imprisoned himself, asked to be stripped of his title and demoted, and trapped himself in the small Eagle Territory.

Later, Don Quixote's words came true. He, a seventh-level warrior, died suddenly at the age of 51. After several generations, no one of his descendants could live past 40 years old.

In this way, the royal family gradually relaxed its surveillance on the Griffith family, and this secret was passed down from generation to generation, warning every heir not to blindly pursue immortality.

At this point, Cairns XVI suddenly smiled and said, "Tell me, was Griffith really loyal, or was he acting like that because he was selfish and fell into a trap?"

Anthony cursed himself inwardly for being so bad-mouthed. He was just listening to a story for no reason, but now this fatal question was placed in front of him.

Speaking of loyalty, it is hard to define Don Quixote's behavior; but if you say he was disloyal, Griffith really saved the royal family from a disaster.

Otherwise, if this curse had befallen the royal family, the current Keynes Empire would have been destroyed long ago!
But the question had to be answered, so Anthony thought for a moment and said, "Don Quixote has been dead for 900 years. I really can't guess what he was thinking, but this Griffith is very loyal now."

This answer was a bit glib. Keynes XVI shook his head and chuckled, but he didn't ask further questions: "What do you mean?"

Anthony secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Your Majesty, I said before that although Raven is young, he has many clever ideas. He invented an object called 'Angel's Glory'."

"And after a little guidance from me, he took the initiative to present you with a unique delicacy in the world."

"Unique?" Cairns XVI did not believe it. "Although he is a third-level wizard, he is only a baron from a remote area after all. What unique things can he come up with?"

"Please allow me to show it." said Anthony.

"Okay, take it out, but if it doesn't suit my taste..."

Before he could finish his words, a light flashed in Anthony's hand, and then a large angel's glory appeared in front of Keynes XVI.

"My portrait?" Keynes XVI was stunned, then realized something was wrong. He walked forward and watched his figure becoming clearer and clearer in it.

"What is Angel's Glory? Isn't it just a mirror?"

Although he said this, Keynes's mouth curled up into a smile of slight surprise. He looked at his image outlined in the mirror and was extremely satisfied.

In order to get a perfect portrait, Keynes XVI once recruited a group of painters in the royal city, but no matter who they were, they could not show the perfect self in his mind.

He even cut off the hands of 31 painters at one time, but still couldn't get the portrait he wanted.

But now, this angel's light clearly reflects his image, reflecting his handsomeness, his elegance, and his dominance.

Yes, it's perfection.

He is perfect in himself and does not need any artist to embellish him!

"You're thoughtful about this gift. The kid from the Griffith family has inherited the loyalty of his ancestors." Cairns XVI waved his hand and ordered the guards to move the Angel's Glory aside.

"But what is the competition all about?"

Finally coming to this topic, Anthony's heart was relieved a little. After all, it seemed that His Majesty the King was in a very good mood at the moment.

He carefully considered his words: "Actually, this was originally just an event to celebrate Raven's wedding, but..."

Anthony has good expressive ability. He basically did not exaggerate when telling the story, but instead laid out the objective facts one by one, including the fact that the development of things was beyond his expectations.

The conversation continued until the semi-finals, when the battle between Gul'dan and A'Kori ended. Cairns XVI, who had been listening quietly the entire time, asked, "Did you just watch Fox win?"

"No, Your Majesty." Anthony bowed his head and said, "In fact, before that battle, I visited Montreal in a private capacity and had a deep conversation with him for a night, persuading him to stop and withdraw from the competition..."

"Stupid." Keynes XVI commented coldly: "You represent me, and you cannot cover up this fact in your personal capacity. Does he, a mere earl, need the royal family to humble themselves and persuade him?"

"I was indeed inconsiderate." Anthony said bitterly, "But I was just thinking that we are all nobles of the empire, and there should be no difference in our loyalty to your Majesty."

"After all, your punishment of the Fox family is only a minor one, which is insignificant compared to the crimes they committed. Your generosity is a great favor to you."

Cairns XVI asked, “And what does Montreal say?”

"He said..." Anthony looked at King Keynes XVI cautiously, "He said that he had already felt the King's grace and he didn't dare to feel it again!"

Keynes XVI's eyebrows suddenly twitched. He grinned, anger rising, his face became ferocious, and then turned into a smile: "You were speechless just like that?"

"Of course not. I strongly condemned Montreal's arrogant words at that time." Anthony said sternly, "But he said that you should learn from your father. The king cannot do whatever he wants. If he is guilty, then he should be punished according to the imperial law."

"Law...Law..." Cairns XVI stood up and walked around, his laughter trembling: "He talked to me about law...!?"

At this point, he finally couldn't maintain his demeanor and decency anymore, kicked the stool in front of him away, his eyes red, his cheeks tense, walked up to Anthony, raised a finger and roared: "

I
am
the
King!"

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(End of this chapter)