"Young man, how do you sell this aluminum photo frame?"

"Sister, what about aluminum photo frames? Is it good to have silver photo frames? If you really want them, take four Jinsu away."

"There are silver photo frames, and there is no silver fading. Let me tell you, you are just a little miserable in aluminum and pretend to be silver photo frames. Look at the workmanship, it is so rough, and the paint color here has been worn out half. You have the nerve to take it out and sell it. Which old goods are collected, right?"

"...Okay, okay, I'm saying so much, don't you just want to be cheaper? In this way, I will take 1 Jinsu away, and I will not sell it if it's expensive!"

"What are you talking about? Wait, 1 Jinsu, right? I bought it!"

The aunt handed over a small, thin gold coin that was almost worn through. Zhang Hu'en pulled his mouth and accepted it. He found that when it comes to business, he was really no match for the people of Xihai. After walking all the way from Heicheng, the 1,000 gold Su he had originally brought with him had already been spent on the 1,000 gold Su he had to stay in a hotel, eat, and ride a carriage. In desperation, he, as a fake peddler, could only do the business of real peddlers. However, under the cunning bargaining method of uncle and aunt in Xihai, he basically lost money to dump the goods. Fortunately, after being chased to the Dengqiao, he had 88 gold Su left on his body. The quality of the goods brought by the loss was quite reasonable, otherwise he would have to go to the family to rob.

With an empty cargo box on his back, he finally cleared the last inventory and also found out the residence of the Prime Minister in front of the Imperial Palace. He led the old horse carrying three magical artifacts and slowly walked past the prime minister's mansion. He happened to see Mild coming out of the mansion in a hurry and rushed to the palace with a bunch of personal guards brought by the Northern Xinjiang.

Zhang Huen led Lao Ma into a dead end, took out three magical tools, and jumped to the two-story building opposite the Prime Minister's Mansion. He circled around the tall Prime Minister's Mansion along the roof of the building, sometimes lying on the roof of the house to observe the guard's deployment, and sometimes searching for Semir's traces.

At this time, Mild, who was indignant, was rushing into the palace with his personal guards to attack Figaro at the throne ceremony. Last night, he looked through the genealogy records of the Orange family in detail and found that every generation of Kings, including their children who did not inherit the throne, had red hair and brown eyes. But when it was Figaro's turn, this kid was blonde and blue eyes. This only shows one problem. He was not the biological son of Orange III, the second queen Anneth and a wild man.

The bloodline of Ou Langjie's genealogy was about to be usurped by outsiders, which was much more serious than a cowardly successor. Aware of this, Mild was furious. He felt that the queen's behavior not only insulted the Ou Langjie family, but also insulted all the princes who finally became the royal family. So he visited several important officials overnight and explained their interests in detail. After being nodded by the important officials, he attracted everyone to attack Figaro and the Queen at the coronation ceremony at noon today, abolished Figaro's right to succeed to the throne, and made Ou Langjie III's eldest son, Miro, the king.

When he led the guards and the Imperial Guards (Golden Robes) to command Marin, and Osmon, the commander of the City Guards (Silver Robes), each with hundreds of gold robes and silver robes rushed into the scene of the grand coronation ceremony. Pope Pixter of Chissus was lifting the October crown, the symbol of the royal power, to be plastered on the head of the smug Figaro.

"Slow down!"

Mild pulled out his hands and cut over Sir Rorath, the jester who reached out to block him, kicked away Sir Rorath's entourage. He pointed his sword at Figaro, who was sitting on the throne of the Sonria, and said:

"He is not the orthodox heir, and he has no blood relationship with the former king!"

The Duke, Majesty, Bozinan, Jazz, Knight, Honorary Noble and their relatives all looked at Mild in shock, not understanding what the Prime Minister in front of the Imperial Palace was doing, Figaro was not angry, and the King's Staff in his hand was tightly held. He gave him the greatest courage to face all emergencies. The Queen sitting beside him stood up in anger and shouted:

"Slander, this is slander. Prime Minister Mild, do you want to rebel?"

"Annis. You know the best of what you have done. Figaro does not have the conditions to inherit the throne. He is not the descendant of the former king at all!"

“Buzz buzz buzz!”

The throne hall immediately heard the discussion of everyone. Mild nodded at Chaivilas, who was standing at the top of the civil servant, and signaled him to take out the secret order of Orange III to face the sound. Chaivilas put his hands in his wide cuffs and walked out. He bowed to Figaro and Annis, who were sitting high on the throne of the Sunria, then took out a golden mirror box and said:

"Last night, the Imperial Prime Minister came to me and hoped that I could overthrow His Majesty's inheritance ceremony at today's coronation ceremony. I think the Imperial Prime Minister was crazy and advised him with kind words. Unfortunately, he did not obey my advice at all. Instead, he would bribe me with the position of the next Imperial Prime Minister and threaten me to sign a name on a forged secret decree of the former king. I apologize to Your Majesty here. I failed to keep my heart, fear death, and humbly left my name on the secret decree. I am very cruel and hope that Your Majesty can punish you."

As soon as Chaivilas said this, the faces of everyone present became very exciting. Mild looked at Chaivilas dumbly and handed the secret to the chief Grand Secretary Alex. After Alex opened it and looked through it, he threw the secret to the brazier beside him, and then knelt down next to Figaro tremblingly, apologizing:

"It's completely nonsense, not the handwriting of the former king. It's so insulted by the empress dowager and His Majesty. I hope Your Majesty will punish me to destroy this rebellious false edict full of madman's lies!"

"All up, Chaivilas, Alex, you are the ministers most cherished by the former kings. You should not be punished for the sins of others. I forgive you and feel sincerely relieved for your loyal ministers."

Seeing the two traitors who did the show perfectly, Mild completely understood that he was trapped to death today. He turned around and looked at Prince Cholia hiding in the crowd. Jolia shook her head at him, squeezed her eyes, and gestured to him to escape quickly, and then he just dodged and disappeared into the crowd. But is Mild the person who escaped in the battle? He shouted to the two commanders behind him fearlessly:

"Sir Marin, Sir Osmon, follow me to kill the usurpers and eliminate the treacherous and slanderous!"

"yes!"

The two commanders responded, and they pulled out their hands and walked towards the six imperial guards in front of the throne. Suddenly, Marin and Osmon waved their hands, and their golden robes and silver robes immediately stabbed Mild's personal guards with their long swords. Mild turned around and blocked the long swords that Marin and Osmon sneaked, and said in a stern voice:

"Do you also want to betray the former king?"

"No, you betrayed the former king. You are the usurper! Mild!"

The queen was almost laughing. Mild had long noticed that she had long noticed that this pedantic and stupid imperial prime minister had to do such things openly. No wonder he was futile. The important officials he had connected with sent people to express his loyalty to him overnight, but he was kept in the dark and knew nothing and dared to die. This is no longer a normal person should do.

"Duke Stark, I advise you to put down your weapons as soon as possible, maybe. Your Majesty can still be relieved!"

Jupiter, the captain of the Imperial Guard, stood up, and everyone quickly retreated. With the sword saint, they didn't have to fight against Mild to the death. Mild looked at the countless sinister faces in the Throne Hall and felt that he was trapped in a huge conspiracy. He raised his sword with both hands and shouted:

"Luanna! I have always served you respectfully. I have always followed the teachings of kindness and integrity, and I hope you do not abandon me!"

A gentle light yellow light emanated from Mild's two-handed sword. Everyone present wailed. Jupiter grabbed his one-handed sword with both hands, but found that the one-handed sword was constantly shaking to get rid of his control. The golden robe, silver robe and the weapons of the Imperial Guard had already fallen to the ground. Except for Jupiter, they were still struggling to support him, and everyone at the scene showed a shocked face. Some knowledgeable nobles immediately screamed:

"He is the one who is favored by God!"

Jupiter finally couldn't control the shaking of the one-handed sword, and threw away the sword with his hand. Mild shouted in everyone's horror eyes:

"I represent kindness, orderliness, integrity and selflessness. I have never used conspiracies and tricks. What I say is the same as what I do. Swords, guns, swords, and halberds are harmless. They will obey my orders!"

Countless swords that fell on the ground rushed towards the luminous swords in Mild's hand, gathered on top of his head into a large disc floating and rotating continuously. The timid people present were already screaming and escaping from the throne hall, and the bold ones were also begging the prime minister not to be impulsive and not to commit the crime of regicide! Jupiter stood in front of the throne and turned around and shouted to escape to Figaro. The queen shivered to La Figaro, but could not pull him. Figaro, with a smile on his face, held the King's Staff and watched Mild's performance. He had seen the power of a surrogate for the first time, and had great interest in how his power was.

"Jupiter is particularly in the way!"

"Duke, stop, even if you kill all the people present, you will not be able to escape the reputation of regicide!"

"Does go!"

A sharp blade broke away from the disc and shot towards Jupiter. Jupiter closed his eyes and waited for death. Milder's eyes showed a trace of unbearableness. The sharp blade brushed over his head and shot towards Figaro on the throne.

"No!"

Annis rushed to Figaro and blocked the way forward with his body. Figaro lifted her up, raised the King's Staff and shouted:

"Who can compete with me?"

A huge transparent divine power immediately filled the audience. Mild felt that his whole body seemed to be hit by countless fists. His swords were blown away and flew backwards. The weapons on the disc immediately scattered all over the ground. Jupiter quickly picked up his one-handed sword and rushed to him. He quickly stabbed out four swords. Mild let out a scream of practice, and his tendons had been broken.

"Take him down, Alex sorts out his proof of guilt, and tomorrow the sentence will be announced, Sir Lannister, Mild's two-handed sword will be kept by you for the time being!"

A handsome blonde man, the imperial guard, came over and picked up Mild's two-handed sword, and took the useless Mild down in a golden robe. Figaro looked at the pope who was standing aside with a strange expression and said:

"Pixter, does this ceremony take a long time?"

"Your Majesty, according to the Code..."

"Okay, okay, you can go back, it's really troublesome!"

Figaro picked up the crown from the red cushion held by the pope and put it on his head. The nobles and ministers immediately knelt down and shouted long live. The pope took the red cushioned, walked behind the curtain, stared at Figaro with his eyes and murmured:
Chapter completed!