"I guess," Duke Cullen curled his lips, "the guards have already started to spread the message down the square?"

Val turned his head, his face ashen.

Kessel came to the Thirteen Stone Seat and looked at his vassals.

Thirteen noble families got up early, lined up in front of him, and knelt down on one knee to prove their loyalty.

Kessel expressionlessly stretched out his right hand, handed it to the first nobleman with a five-pointed star as heraldic emblem, and asked him to kiss the ring on it.

"Born Tallon, you are the first." The king said calmly: "You are still the first. You are always the first."

"Blood is thicker than water, Your Majesty, the Talon family is a branch of the Bright Star family, just as the five-pointed star is always a part of the nine-pointed star." The young nobleman bowed his head respectfully.

Kessel's brows furrowed slightly, but he still nodded and walked towards the next noble.

"Smith Sorrell," his majestic voice spread, focusing every eye: "I heard that you and your territory are tirelessly opposing the "Border County Development Tax Exemption Order"?"

"Of course, Your Majesty!" The middle-aged nobleman with a golden sun emblem on his body kissed the king's ring and shook his head firmly, "How can the blood of a nobleman be tarnished?"

Kessel snorted softly.

"Lewis Bozdorf," His Majesty the King stretched out his hand to a nobleman with a black lion on his chest, teeth and claws: "Will the black lion who is good at fighting still fight for the pride of lions?"

"Fight to the death, Your Majesty," the nobleman kissed the king's ring, smiled, and replied slyly: "As long as the head lion is still brave and brave, he will take care of the lions."

Kessel nodded and continued moving forward.

"Tulami Karabiyan" Kessel walked up to Count Karabiyan and expressed his nostalgia: "I remember that you were a member of the Star Legion and worked for John through life and death."

"It's for the sake of my hometown, life and death," Count Karabiyan said seriously, kissing His Majesty's ring: "Everything is for the stability of the stars."

Kessel nodded thoughtfully.

"Dele Croma, you look smarter than your father," Kessel continued to move forward and said to the young Delek meaningfully: "The crow who wants a savior with one wing is still in the Wing Castle.

In?"

"That crow was saved and cared for by its master," Del Croma, who had a tattoo of a single-winged crow on his body, artfully enunciated the words, kissed the king's ring, and replied expressionlessly: "That's why I fought to the death.

Rescue the master - of course, the crow will always live in the Wing Castle."

Kessel patted him on the shoulder, walked towards a half-bald nobleman, and stretched out his right hand.

"Hodge Dastan," this time the nobleman, with two long swords embroidered on his body, crossed in a cross, heard Kessel say in a cold voice: "I still remember that your clan language is 'Forward and retreat, life and death' (

forward_or_backward,_survive_or_fall)', have you chosen the direction to take this time?"

"The direction is always there." The half-bald Hoch Dastan lowered his head and kissed the king's ring, making his expression unclear: "But people who stand too high can always see clearly."

Kessel snorted coldly, not hiding his dissatisfaction with this man.

"Wilcos Zemuto, Polit Forrest," this time, the king stretched out his two hands and faced the two resolute nobles with the white bear and the long iron wall as their emblems: "Watching City and the Lonely Old Tower

, can you withstand the cold wind in the north?"

"Cold wind?" The bearded Count Wilkos Zemuto kissed the king's ring and said heroically: "For the sake of the stars, Watch City can even withstand the wrath of the dragon!"

Not to be outdone, the bald Count Polite Forres kissed the ring, his eyes shining: "Although the lonely old tower stands in the howling cold wind, no matter how cold it is, the fire in the tower is still alive."

At the king's signal, the two northern nobles slowly stood up.

Kessel walked past all the thirteen noble families present and walked towards the two dukes.

He waved his hand and stopped Bob Cullen, who was shaking and trying to stand up: "Forget it, Prime Minister, your belly is simply heavier than my scepter."

The Duke of Donghai smiled, as if he didn't understand the underlying meaning of Kessel's words, and just nodded in thanks.

Jinni on the side took off Kessel's cloak and asked His Majesty the King to sit on the highest stone seat.

"As for you," Kessel glanced at Val and shook his head indifferently, "I guess you have a strange disease that prevents you from bending your knees?"

"Yes," Val Arend said carelessly, his eyes blazing with anger: "No matter whether I face Exeter or the kingship of the stars, I have this strange disease!"

Kessel shook his head: "It's been forty years and your sense of humor is still so bad."

After expressing their allegiance openly and secretly, all the nobles from the thirteen noble families returned to their seats one after another.

"Two of the six guardian dukes are present, and eight of the thirteen noble families have arrived." Gilbert reported with a serious face: "Your Majesty?"

"Wait a little longer." Kessel said calmly.

In Xingju Square, thundering cheers came again.

Amid the cheers, Val said disdainfully: "It was suddenly announced that the high-level meeting would be changed to a state meeting and held in advance - how many of the nobles who are too far away do you think can make it? At least, the Teback family in Renling City is

Don’t count on it!”

Kessel shook his head and said expressionlessly: "This is a chess game between the stars. The players have already decided, and the chess game has already begun."

"It seems that the crown not only turned you into a king, but also turned you into a third-rate minstrel." Val Arend said angrily, gritting his teeth, and only the Duke of Donghai smiled to smooth things over.

Thales, who was in the dark room, felt nervous at this moment. He saw an old man in black robes, leaning on a cane, standing at the end of the "royal supporter" team. Everyone around him tried to avoid this old man.

, only behind him was a young man in white robes with equally simple clothing.

That is……

"Morat Hansen. Why is he here too?" Lord Luobik, who was next to Cohen, looked at the figure in black robes and frowned: "When I saw that poisonous snake, I got chills all over."

"He is the intelligence chief of the kingdom. He is attending the royal meeting. Of course he has to come." Cohen also frowned, obviously not very interested in this person. "But according to what the director said, he sees his majesty and the prime minister, Duke Cullen, every day."

It’s already been frozen to death… hmm?”

Cohen raised his eyebrows with an expression of disbelief.

"That is?"

Under the surprised gazes of his father and the director, the blond security officer Cohen Karabyan suddenly stepped forward, approaching with an angry and unfair expression——
Chapter completed!