"Who is she?" Archon Dulon's voice was as cold as ice, lingering quietly over the square.

Duke Mordekaiser was wearing a thick fur shawl and holding a holy sword in his hand. He stood in the cold wind and frowned slightly. When the members of Ember Song began to doubt each other, he knew it was the other party.

He was no stranger to the good shows arranged by his own hands and the power tactics of the palace, but it was still doubtful what the black-clad prime minister in the Kaolin Palace wanted to do.

The phoenix emblem on the top of the city of Duron was as weather-beaten as the sword in his hand. Duke Mordekaiser was extremely calm and said nothing, watching with cold eyes.

The Duron Archon stood upright, with a hint of contempt uncontrollably in his eyes. Fang Plover was in a direction where he could clearly see his expression, and an ominous premonition suddenly flashed through his heart.

It was like a bolt of lightning struck in his mind, cutting through the vast darkness, allowing him to grasp the only answer at once. He subconsciously took a step back, turned around, and met Sylvester's eyes, "Yes..."

The answer was also written in Sylvester's eyes.

"Shhh"

A voice came from behind the two of them.

Fang Yu suddenly woke up. When he turned around, he realized that it was the person from before. He looked calm and just raised his index finger at them and shook his head. This person had been eavesdropping? Fang Yu was shocked. What surprised him was that he didn't listen at all.

Without realizing it, his clockwork fairy was clearly nearby.

He closed his mouth vigilantly, clenched the metal glove of his right hand slightly, and only frowned at this person.

But the man's attention was not on them. He looked past them and towards the center of the square. The boy from Ember Song was stammering the answer:

"She...she said her name was Fios..."

There seemed to be a layer of ice on the square. The temperature dropped sharply below zero at night. Even the torches seemed to be frozen. There was a gentle sound of breathing everywhere.

"Could it be that……"

"Wait a minute, how could Miss Fios do such a thing?"

"Is this slander?"

"These Yankees have no good intentions."

"I heard that the new king, Mr. Consul..."

"Keep your voice down."

When this name was spoken, the citizens had completely different reactions. Whispers and uneasy glances all focused on the Archon, like an undercurrent surging in private.

The young man suddenly screamed, and blood appeared on his head. A stone thrown from nowhere hit his forehead. There was a commotion among the city guards, but looking back, they could only see a dark and silent crowd.

No one knows who did it.

"Miss Fios is a good person!"

"Cut your tricks, Yankees!"

"Get back!"

Someone shouted from the crowd.

At that moment, the helpless members of Ember Song understood what was happening.

They turned around and looked at the traitor among them with contempt. At that moment, the city guards suddenly realized something was wrong and screamed: "What do you want to do!?"

But they are destined to only catch air.

One after another, white lights rose from the square, no more, no less, exactly thirteen. When the last person turned into a point of light, only one sentence was left: "Lloyd, you wait."

The young man suddenly shuddered.

At some point, there were more and more people in the square.

Du Lun Archon frowned and turned back to look at his target. He was a short young man who was looking away from the Phoenix Soul. His dark eyes seemed to be reflecting a layer of golden light.

Facing his gaze, the young man only responded calmly.

Looking at those dark eyes, he actually shuddered. But he was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses, thinking that no wonder people said this guy was a freak.

He calmed down for a moment before looking at the Duke on the side.

"I don't know what the habits of you northerners are," Duke Mordekaiser looked at the young man indifferently and said, "But in the south, we will punish the traitors first."

It was not difficult for the Duron Consul to hear the sarcasm in the other party's mouth. He snorted and only replied: "That is not important, Your Majesty the Duke. What is important is the truth or falsehood."

"I think this is what Your Majesty means..."

The prince remained silent.

The phoenix on the statue lowered its head and nodded gently.

In the cold wind, people's eyes were a little weird, and they felt a serious sense of betrayal in their hearts, as if what they insisted on and believed in had betrayed them at this moment.

Those are symbols of the South, but how could they side with those nasty Yankees?

They had no personal feelings for the Chosen One, and when they judged the Song of Ashes, they were not so disbelieving. But at this moment, the other party's spearhead pointed south, and they realized that they had lost a reliable ally.

This time, the selectors in the square seemed to have chosen neutrality.

But beneath the calm, there is an undercurrent lurking.

Although the Duke's second son was not respected, Fios had a good reputation in the city. She often helped people outside, and many people recognized this kind girl.

The Duron Archon made eye contact with Duke Mordekaiser, then turned around and said, "What are her characteristics and what does she look like?"

There was silence in the square.

Fang Yu seemed to want to take a step forward, but Sylvide held him back. "There is a conspiracy here, Sylvide." Fang Yu's tone was filled with anger. What he was angry about was this despicable betrayal.

Blind means on the side of the prime minister.

From the lost and reappeared Rochler, he smelled the atmosphere of conspiracy. The people from the Shadow Throne were still in the square, taking time to relax, as if they were the victorious party.

But behind that is the shadow of Dragon Fire Guild and Dragon Worship Cult.

No matter how he learns to be mature and steady, that belief still flows in his bones. Even in the eyes of Miss Scarpet, he will always be the big boy who dares to give Qin the middle finger.

Although it is clumsy, what I yearn for in my heart is indelible.

But the ship officer lady looked at him and shook her head slightly. Impulsiveness could not solve the problem. She was more like a calm hunter than Fang Plover.

"Don't forget the ban from the Super Competitive League, Captain."

Fang Yu couldn't help but clenched his fist.

The young man from the Song of Ashes answered tremblingly at this moment: "...she often wears a black trench coat when she sees us. She is not tall and has an outstanding appearance." He knew that he had no way out, so he closed his eyes.

Eyes wander all the way to darkness.

He thought that as long as he did not violate the "Stargate Declaration", the Prime Minister would always be able to protect him. In addition to the benefits promised to him by those people, he would still have a long time in Etalia.

The consul asked again: "What kind of black windbreaker is it?"

"...I'm not sure," the young man pretended to recall, but was actually reciting his own lines: "But it's definitely not affordable for ordinary people, and by the way... there's a brooch on it..."

"What kind of brooch."

"It seems to be a book."

People couldn't help but be speechless.

A series of eyes are looking towards the high platform.

People looked at the quiet young man behind the Duke. It was a natural history medal. Only the unpopular youngest son of the Duke had one in the entire Phoenix family, and even in the whole of Duron.

He has a very good relationship with Phios, and Phios has always liked to wear her master's badge, which is like an honor and something everyone knows.

The other party acted independently and was very close to the chosen one. People couldn't help but be shaken for a moment. In their minds, Miss Fios might not do these things.

But the latter is not necessarily the case.

The consul then turned around and his eyes fell on the young man. "Mr. Enan Mordekaiser," he asked calmly: "Don't you want to say something?"

"say what?"

"well known"

Enan interrupted him calmly: "It's just a one-sided statement."

The Archon was not angry but smiled: "One-sided statement? But that is your family's phoenix, it is a symbol of justice."

Enan calmly corrected him: "You are wrong, Mr. Archon, that is the holy sword that belongs to the Southern Territory, not my family."

He paused again: "But it's just a sword. Mr. Archon, I have never heard of such a hasty trial? What do you want to judge based on the opinion of a sword?"

For the first time, the governor of Duron felt a little surprised.

He did not expect that a member of the Phoenix family would treat the Phoenix Holy Sword in this way. It is no wonder that this person is not popular with the Duke. It would be difficult for him to accept it.

"Enan." The Duke frowned and whispered.

The young man only glanced at his father, and the Duke looked at him with obvious suspicion.

He sighed and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

The consul was also looking at the two people. The situation he imagined did not appear. He thought that the young man would be panicked, but the old man's reaction was not what he expected.

Fortunately, this is just the beginning.

"I haven't said anything yet, Mr. Aynan," replied the consul, "but I do have some evidence here that I need you to explain."
To be continued...