Now, there is no need to guess.

The hope that Fang Li came here and intervened in the election of Wang. For this reason, he revealed to Priscilla that Fang Li was pursuing the information of the Witch Cult. Using Priscilla's hand, the person who led Fang Li to this place was Rozvar.

Before, Fang Li had already had some doubts about Rozvar.

Because of all kinds of signs.

As early as the beginning, Rozvar took a fancy to Fang Li's talent and hoped to take Fang Li under his command.

Unfortunately, Fang Li never agreed.

However, that does not mean that Rozvar has given up.

Now, in this way, Rozvar directly dragged Fangli into Emilya's camp.

I guess, this clown had already expected it?

It was expected that Fang Li would not choose to refute on this occasion.

Because, in that case, Amilia, who has a subtle status, will definitely be criticized.

Fang Li could ignore Rozvar's feelings, but it was impossible to ignore Amilia's feelings.

In other words, the clown plotted against Fang Li.

Therefore, Fang Li, who had already guessed something, was not surprised, but his inner guess was confirmed.

Only Amilia was a little overwhelmed and had no idea what was going on.

In this case, Fang Li just looked at Lozvar, one with a cold look and the other with a smile.

"What are you waiting for? Fang Liqing?"

Rozvar felt kind-hearted reminder.

"Sir Amilia is waiting for you?"

Hearing this, Fang Li glanced at Rozvar and slowly stepped forward under the gaze of everyone present.

"Fangli..." Amilia still looked a little at a loss.

However, Fang Li just shook his head at Emilia and looked at Marcos.

Immediately, Fang Li spoke like this.

"First of all, I have to clarify that I'm not a Knight."

In one sentence, it caused an uproar in the audience.

However, Fang Li ignored the reactions of everyone present and made such a declaration.

"I don't have such noble character and great ethics as the knight here, and I swing my sword to protect whom."

"I only know one thing."

"That's killing."

The unpredictable declaration made everyone present feel a chill rising from the bottom of their hearts, and they all held their breath.

Only the knights led by Marcos gradually became solemn.

Including Reinharut and Yurius.

These guard knights with keen combat intuition have already noticed it?

Fang Li's words are not joking.

This is a person who has created a sea of ​​blood with his own hands.

After realizing this, everyone's surprise, astonishment and incredibility began to appear one after another.

In this case, only idiots who can stand up and refute as if nothing had happened.

And such idiots appeared soon.

"It's really a laugh."

With such words, a man made a sarcastic voice in the civil servants gathered on the left side of the hall.

"Why can such a combination of silver-haired half-elves who are taboo and murderous ghosts who only know how to kill, can appear here, and regard themselves as the heir to the throne and the knight as if nothing had happened?"

The person who said this was a middle-aged man with a hunched back and a face that looked like a catfish, which was gray and had thick dark circles representing unhealthy eyes, and looked extremely nervous.

The middle-aged man came out of the civil servants' queue and made such advice to the members of the Sage Association sitting above.

"My dear sirs, there are indeed some problems with the King's Choice this time. If it cannot be solved, the Kingdom is destined to be unable to have a future. I think it is better for us to consider the candidates again."

The implication is that there are people here who are not worthy of ascending the throne.

But some of the members of the Sage Association here agreed.

"I also think the candidate should be considered again."

"The candidate this time is really incredible."

"Look at who they are?"

"It's fine if Lord Kurschul, who came from Duke Karlsten's family, is not as good as a king at all."

"Can such a person really become a king if he is a businessman from a neighboring country, a widow who inherits the inheritance of his deceased husband, and a little girl from a slum?"

"And, there is actually a half-demon."

When I said the last sentence, everyone's tone and expression were disgusted.

All the senior officials and officials focused their eyes on Amilia, with unprecedented disgust and repulsion.

That is disgust and repulsion against the silver-haired half-elves.

The title of half demon is also a despicable title for half-elves.

Being so despised, but also being concentrated by disgusting and rejecting eyes, Emilya just lowered her head, and there was no reaction on the surface, but her beautiful purple-colored eyes were filled with sadness.

And the neurotic civil servant was still speaking loudly.

"Silver hair, and half-elves, is simply the appearance that only rumored jealous witch possesses. Such an existence will make people feel filthy just when it appears in front of her. It is extremely funny to let her inherit the throne. If she really succeeds, then the kingdom will not be far from being destroyed!"

The neurotic civil servant has been inciting.

"The people will never want such a filthy existence to become king. As long as foreign existences know that the king of the kingdom is a semi-demon, they will not have the idea of ​​establishing friendly relations with us, and can even use this as an excuse to send troops to attack our country!"

"So, this is a symbol of disaster, and it is absolutely impossible to bring prosperity and prosperity to the kingdom!"

Extremely unpleasant words resounded throughout the entire guest hall.

In response, Emilya just lowered her head and endured silently.

Until the next second

"Are you finished speaking?"

As the words that were so dull just now made the whole incited atmosphere cool down quickly as if they were thrown into an ice cave.

Everyone just stared at the sound source in a daze.

Including Amilia, she also looked over in a daze.

There, Fangli raised his pace and walked towards the high platform under everyone's gaze.

As he walked, he spoke like this.

"As a civil servant who can only talk, you can't find a sense of superiority without speaking out, right?"

"There is a noble lineage in my body, but I speak more despicable than those in the slums. Do you think this will hide your fear of the jealous witch?"

“It’s really unpleasant.”

As he said this, Fang Li came to the high platform, stood next to the Long Li Shi, stretched out his hand, and put it on it.
Chapter completed!