On the edge of the square, a few inconspicuous electors were joining the citizens.

They walked through the crowd and walked forward. They stopped halfway and looked up at the center of the square. On the high platform, the conversation between the consul and Duke Mordekaiser had just come to an end, and their voices were wrapped in the cold wind.

It spread far and wide.

People were quietly watching the rebels being escorted out one by one, and the electors were also watching this scene. They turned back and looked at each other, their faces covered by hoods, with only a pair of eyes shining in the shadows.

Then everyone in the group nodded slightly.

The consul was standing on the high platform, and then he replied: "That's all right."

Duke Mordekaiser looked at the people below, and there was no face he recognized among them. Although the rudeness of the Prime Minister's side made him a little unhappy, he kept a straight face and understood that he could not stand against the royal family.

He remembered what Coleman had said before leaving, and couldn't help but shook his head. This was the foundation of the Mordekaiser family, how could outsiders understand it? Besides, the old king had been kind to him.

He silently raised the sword in his hand.

Suddenly a dazzling flash of light emitted from the sword.

Everyone seemed to hear a clear cry coming from the high platform.

Above the Phoenix Holy Sword in Duke DeCaesar's hand, a layer of red flames suddenly rose. The flames rose so high that the red fire seemed to spread its wings and leapt from the sword, turning into a gorgeous and noble firebird and flying.

The sky was filled with flames.

Descending slowly.

This sacred bird was singing a long song, and its chirping was enough to penetrate the long night. The melting golden light on its wings seemed to flow into everyone's heart. The firebird flapped its wings and flew half way around the square, like a golden cloud, and finally

It falls on the statue of the first Phoenix Duke in the center of the square.

It stands on its shoulders.

Just as it stood on the shoulders of its owner hundreds of years ago

The citizens and electors in the square all held their breaths, and the fire seemed to illuminate the depths of everyone's eyes. It was the tassels of the Phoenix Soul flame burning, and the long golden feathers drooped to the ground.

It held its head high and was looking at all these living beings.

Although this is a must-have program every year, every time they watch this scene, the citizens of Duron can't help but marvel in their hearts. Some people even saw this Duke from the previous Duke when they were children.

Looking at this holy sword, it has become a symbol of the Southern Territory.

As for the selectors who were watching the excitement, they had already slightly opened their mouths. The phoenix in Aitaria is also a symbol of fantasy. Fang Plover, standing aside, was even more stunned.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" a voice came from behind him.

He was stunned for a moment, then looked back, only to find a man standing behind him at some point. The man was actually not very old, only a few years older than him, and he only had a light stubble.

Looks much more mature than him.

The man wore a thick fur cloak and carried a huge box on his back, which was almost half as tall as him.

Fang Yu had never seen such a weird attire, and couldn't help but take a second look. The opponent's magic furnace was hidden under the cloak, making it difficult to guess what profession it was, but he should be a selector. For

Fang Plover has an intuition about this.

The man looked at him and Sylvester, and couldn't help but smile slightly, with a gentle look on his face: "I'm a little late, so I won't disturb you if I stand here, right?"

He obviously saw that they were a young couple, and then Fang Plover realized that he was still holding the ship officer's hand, and he raised his head, looked at the other party, and only nodded, but did not let go of his hand.

Meaning, he just replied: "Please do."

Although there are many people in the square, it is not that there is no place to stand.

The man nodded and stopped talking.

On the high platform, the consul also looked up at the beautiful firebird, with a burning golden light flashing in his eyes, but his expression was calm, and there was not much respect on his face. This was just a deified sword, maybe it

It can be regarded as a magic weapon, but it is nothing more than that.

He glanced at Duke Mordekaiser on the side, and saw that the other person's face had a rigid expression, and he was serious and meticulous. But it was this kind of meticulousness that made him a little annoyed. The other person was so rigid that as long as he guarded everything about the sword, he would be able to guard it.

Just like the past time.

But in fact, it’s just that they don’t know how to adapt. If not, why would the southern border be in the current trouble?

In his mind, these were people living in the past. They only knew how to cling to the afterglow of the past and did not know how to adapt to the general trend. They were just like a piece of withered rotten wood. He couldn't help but be a little curious. Could it be that the other party thought that if they stayed like this, even if they were like this?

Completed the royal mission?

But the young new king obviously doesn't like his powerful uncle. What is Shangyi? This is Shangyi. Today's Kaolin and Ithulian are destined to have only one person in power.

The time of the old king and his brother has passed.

The consul couldn't help but feel a little amused. He looked at the other party and deliberately asked: "Is it okay?"

Duke Mordekaiser nodded meticulously.

pedantic

He came to a conclusion in his mind, but he didn't know whether the Duke would regret it after a while. Thinking of this, he looked at the 'rebels' who were escorted onto the platform, pointed out one of them, and spoke

road:

"Do you remember what you said?"

The cold voice echoed throughout the square.

The Archon spoke calmly: "Now in front of the impartial Phoenix Soul, say it again, if what you say is true, I will grant you a pardon."

There was a discussion in the square. The citizens looked at this scene with some confusion. They did not understand why the New Year celebration had become like this. But the Phoenix Holy Sword is a symbol of justice and light. This has long been established in Du Lun and even in the south.

human heart.

Fang Plover was still a little worried among the crowd.

He was still worried about the previous issue. Miranda's old servant would recognize the Uncrowned Crown and the others. Although the latter did not come out of the hotel, the others were still outside. The Forest and the others would now recognize him.

Even if I returned to the hotel, it would be too late.

But fortunately, there were so many people in the square, so an old servant with old eyesight on the other side shouldn't happen to see them?

What made him even more relieved was that the first person to come out was not Palomo, but a trembling young prisoner. Looking at the scars on his body, it was obvious that he had suffered a lot of punishment.

The consul stood on the high platform, looked at this person coldly, and asked: "Seven days ago, someone attacked the city hall and rescued some gangsters imprisoned in the dungeon. You were left behind by mistake at that time.

One of you, tell me now, who are your comrades?"

There was another discussion in the square.

Because many people have experienced this attack, what happened a few days ago is still fresh in their memories.

Fang Yu had also heard about this. It was said that the attack was exactly the same as the earlier attack on the execution ground. Judging from the clues he had, these should be some small actions carried out by the southern nobles in private.

The prisoner nodded, and then replied tremblingly: "Yes, they are the Chosen Ones... I'm not sure where they come from, but they mentioned the Ember Song Guild more than once..."

Song of Ashes.

There was silence in the square.

Fang Plover couldn't help being shocked when he heard this. In the Southern Territory, due to the existence of the alliance, the selectors and the aborigines have already known each other. The two knew each other well. The selectors in the south knew the famous noble families and aboriginal organizations in the southern border.

The indigenous people are naturally familiar with the local Chosen Guild.

Not to mention, Ember Song was one of the top guilds in the South before the Southern Alliance was disbanded. In fact, it was one of the three major guilds that formed the Southern Alliance with the Alchemist Alliance.

It can even be said to be the first.

Therefore, people are obviously not unfamiliar with this name.

The first reaction in Fang Piao's mind was that it was impossible. The Chosen Ones had their own interests in the Southern Territory. What they did could be said to be to safeguard the common interests of the Southern Territory Alliance, but they would never blindly follow the orders of the nobles.

This is true even for tasks.

With the dissolution of the alliance, most of the guilds within it also collapsed. Maybe some people would retaliate privately, but they would not attack the indigenous people or the city hall.

Because such behavior is a serious violation of the code of conduct for selectors stipulated in the "Stargate Declaration", not to mention that the conflicts among selectors are basically concentrated in the Super Competitive Alliance.

Even if there is any grudge, the only thing to do is to cause trouble for the New Southland Alliance.

This kind of truth is very simple, so of course it is not just Fang Plover who thinks so. Therefore, after the silence, people were in an uproar.

Before the consul could speak, several surprised and angry voices came from the square below: "What are you talking about!?"

"That's nonsense!"

"How could we Ash Song do this!?"

The person who spoke showed his identity, and people looked in that direction, only to realize that it was a few selectors. After the Southern Alliance was disbanded, due to a series of regulations of the Super Competitive Alliance, the Song of Ashes, the Dragon Hunter Mercenary Group and the Memories III...

This guild actually exists in name only.

After the decision of the Southern Territory, the members of Ember Song who remained in Duron, although they still had the name of guild, actually no longer had a formal identity, they just still claimed the title of their old guild.

There are not many such people, there are only about ten people in the square. This is due to the widespread influence of Ashes Song. If it were other less well-known small guilds, they would have disappeared in this storm.

The Archon looked at the electors.

Naturally, he had heard about the other party's unruly attitude, but he had no intention of lowering his status to argue with these people. He only raised his head and glanced at the flaming bird on the statue. Duke Mordekaiser nodded at the side, and the holy soul was clear.

He cried and nodded slowly.

"it is true……"
To be continued...