Fairy’s Box

Council Hall and Hub Cabinet

Hans's face turned blue with anger, and a blue vein on his forehead swelled out, connecting with the protruding tendons of the sun socket, twitching together, and said in a trembling voice:

"The religious lunatics of the Catholic Church, are they crazy again this time?"

In his hands, which were trembling with anger, the gilded hard-covered document he was holding was the diplomatic credential from Mithridati.

"It can't be considered crazy, it's rare to wake up once, but do the stupidest thing." Consul Isabel put his elbows on the table, the back of his hands against his cheeks, and there was a hint of anger in his voice:

"Compared to them, the group of people across the sea are more treacherous and slippery. They made a covenant on the open, and kept their troops in private. Do you really think that the natural dangers hanging overseas can protect them forever?"

After saying this, she turned her gaze to the other consul who was silent. She did not intend to hide the irony in her eyes, and said coldly:

"Your Excellency Isaiah, your bottomless proposal failed miserably, and it even involved the empire's former prestige. When things have reached this level, don't you plan to say something?"

Archon Isaiah frowned, staring directly at the shiny tabletop, without looking at her, dragging his chin with his right hand, and said in a hoarse voice:

"My proposal did fail, but it was by no means a subjective mistake, I...we, all underestimated their fear of the Empire. In their eyes, Rosevia may be the same as the invaders. A huge amount of monsters, that's why I dare to stay out of it so unscrupulously."

"Are you looking forward to a lose-lose situation? This is crazy... Once the empire falls, Antrazu has no reason to survive. They are walking a tightrope!"

General Edmund stared at the two credentials on the table, and suddenly clenched his fists, making a series of crisp sounds like fried beans.

"From the current point of view, they are more afraid of Rosevia than those intruders, but they have not yet reached the level of following suit, maintaining a delicate balance."

General Coralie's face turned pale and red, pressed her forehead with her index finger, and let out a heavy sigh: "Want to use this to break free from the shadow of the empire?... It's really bad luck."

"I suggest..." Consul Isabel was about to put forward his proposal again, and as soon as he made a sound, he was blocked by His Majesty the Supreme, and he could only be stuffed in his stomach.

"Don't mind them."

Emperor Romulus straightened his crown, and looked around the parliament table. Lightning seemed to burst from his dark gray pupils, and he slowly stood up from the throne.

"Your Majesty." Everyone at the parliament table stood up abruptly.

"They are afraid of me, my army, and even better than the unknown catastrophe. In this case, they must give up all unrealistic fantasies."

The emperor stretched out his right arm and slowly opened his palm. The golden fire light kept swaying and swaying in the palm of his hand. He only heard the sound of "clang", and a short sword with a missing edge was held in his hand.

Following this supreme action, the entire space seemed to be shaken, the heavy, thick, withering breath of all things poured out like flowing water, and the heavy pressure like pouring gold spread out at the same time.

The supreme sword, Nabistin, ranks above the three holy swords, surpasses the concept of the sword itself, and is the unmatched sword of the end. Following the master's will, one can call on the world-annihilating fire that burns all things. Among the brilliance of this blade, Durandel, the strongest holy sword, will also be eclipsed.

"Why hesitate? Why hesitate? We have nothing to lose, the lion will never be able to live in harmony with the sheep, the strong are destined to be alone, thirteen hundred years ago, and they will not change in thirteen hundred years."

Emperor Romulus's eyes were burning with turbulent flames, and he lifted Nabistin to an angle that was level with his sight. His voice seemed to contain boiling magma, and the hotness could almost ignite everything:

"The Rosevi don't need allies, because we have always fought alone! My loyal friends, tell me loudly, do you still have the faith to win, whether you still have the courage to defend the Imperial Eagle Flag, and whether you still have the protection of the world the power of?"

"Your will is our charging horn, the holy eagle brand, the knights of Rosevia fear nothing!"

General Waldo raised his head suddenly, his eyes were firm and powerful, and his voice was fiery: "No matter what disasters and obstacles ahead, we will crush and smooth it out for you! Glory belongs to His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Glory belongs to the emperor!" The seven generals punched their chests with their right hands, raised their hands with their left hands, and let out a loud and uniform roar.

"Victory belongs to the eternal Rosevia, and glory belongs to the great warrior!"

The emperor raised the tip of his sword and pointed to the blue sky outside the window, his expression was as calm as water, and his eyes were as firm as steel:

"The empire has never lacked warriors who are willing to sacrifice generously for it. Passing on my will, all the knights of natural disasters in the territory must be assembled according to their wishes and incorporated into the Knights of the Holy Armor."

"According to the order!" The three consuls happily accepted the order.

"This is a battle that will decide the fate of the world, and Rosevia will surely win." Emperor Romulus looked through the curtain of the blue sky and saw the distance all the way.

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Seaview hotel, special VIP room

"Ah!" In his sleep, Yale sneezed, rolled from the sofa to the floor, woke up and opened his eyes, only to find that the back of the curtain was already red.

It's dawn... I'm actually sneezing?

The black-haired knight rubbed his eye sockets, sat up straight on the floor, touched his nose, and suddenly realized that something terrible had happened to him.

Since he completed the natural disaster and entered the fourth-order, he has basically become an insulator of disease. This inexplicable sneeze is definitely not a good sign.

"Is it dawn?" Charlene straightened her body sleepily, her nightcap slanted to the side with her movement, and looked out the window. After realizing that it was a sunny day, her expression suddenly became excited:

"The weather is so good, you can go to Rhode Island comfortably."

"I have a brilliant idea, it's not far anyway, why don't we swim over there!" Yale instantly forgot about the sneeze and came up with a bad idea.

The green-haired girl immediately showed a look of disgust and turned her face to one side:

"No, that's stupid."

"Okay, let's wash up quickly, and go buy the ferry ticket later." The black-haired knight lifted the thin blanket covering his belly, strode to the vertical sliding curtain, and pushed the curtain to both sides.

With a bang, Wan Dao Xiaguang suddenly poured into the room, and in the depths of the boundless sea of ​​clouds outside the window, surrounded by the magnificent morning glow, the red glowing ball of light has emerged half of its head.

The soft wind in the early morning blew ripples on the sea surface. Under the sunlight, it was like silver snakes. Only the one at the end of the horizon was like a pot of boiling red molten steel.