The location of the military parade was chosen outside the city and outside the west gate. Within a distance that was enough to see in the high hills of the Martyrs Cemetery, Pernard's engineering team drew a week and built a giant trapezoidal viewing stand more than ten meters high on the grass for the high-ranking officials and nobles of the empire to rest and watch.
"What are you looking at?" Krell turned his head and urged Luz who was behind him, "What's the best thing about a broken platform?"
"No..." The young man did not look back, "I was just thinking that if we were the only ones, we would not be able to convey our voices to the high platform no matter what."
"You're thinking too much." Pernard lit the cigarette in his mouth casually. "That stage belongs to Ivan Ian, and the world under the stage belongs to you and me."
"That's right." Ruz couldn't help but smile bitterly, and turned around. In front of him, Crair and Pernard were waiting for him.
"Let's go, the parade...that guy is waiting for us!"
"Grand Duke."
"Mr. Feldnan."
"Duke Ian."
Sit slowly down at the front of the viewing platform, facing the noble officials at all levels who came to greet him on both sides, Feldnan just nodded slightly, which was considered a greeting.
Only for the red-haired old man sitting on his left hand position, Feldnan took the lead and spoke: "Master Arut, you are here today. It looks like the weather is good today."
"Donald Feldnan, when did you become such a vulgar person?" The old man opened his golden eyes and said to Feldnan, then slowly stood up from his seat and lowered his head. "Nanling is strong and powerful. I am here to visit the Grand Duke's invitation. Please don't care about my jokes, the man who is buried."
"Where, Teacher Arut, I'm just abrupt." Feldnan gently held the old man's shoulder, and the magician of Fire stood up.
After a little chill with Shirley and his son who were following Feldnan, Arut sat down on the right hand of the Grand Duke, while Shirley sat on Feldnan's left hand.
However, Arut noticed that in addition to Ilir, there was also an empty chair in the nearest positions of Feldnan's left hand.
"Have you not arrived yet?" Arut asked Feldnan casually.
The Duke glanced at Arut: "Is Yiwen? He has something to do, maybe he will come later."
"Oh..." Arut responded slowly in an old voice, then closed his eyes again.
Yiwen Ian will come, which is enough. He did not take this little guy seriously at first, even though Yiwen Ian may have a huge amount of magic power comparable to him. However, a few days ago, Adale, who escaped from the outside with dust, took him to heart, and finally decided to leave the Tower of Flame, which had not left for almost 3 years.
Arut was not interested in the parade itself. After sitting down, he closed his eyes again, but his heart was not as calm as it appeared: "... Can't you escape even when Arut comes... The arrogant boy... I really want to see if you have the strength to compare with your mouth..."
However, neither Arut nor Feldnan noticed that, just behind them, a man listened to their conversation.
He looked at the empty seat with a poisonous look, turned to his subordinates and said, "Go quickly! Go and get Bernard back and let him come over!"
The man's subordinates heard the words of the Earl of Shizhu, but hesitated: "Mr. Azibert, didn't you say that Mr. Bernard had a very strong personality and was not allowed to come?"
"Idiot..." Azibert snorted coldly with a look of expression, "At one moment, another, that hateful little boy is actually late... This time, I must retaliate back the humiliation I suffered in the Duke's Mansion!"
As he walked onto the rostrum, Yiwen Ian looked at the noble man passing by him in surprise. He looked like a young man in his twenties, with a slap on his face, his face flushed, his eyes filled with tears, and he rushed down from the rostrum with humiliation.
"Sir, Father." Shaking his head and throwing the man behind his head, Yiwen Ian walked to Feldnan and gave a curtsy, "Sorry, I'm late."
In the ritual ceremony of the Empire, the chairman should enter the venue more than ten minutes before the official opening of the ceremony, and the visitor should come earlier than the chairman. If the visitor arrives later than the chairman, then after entering, regardless of whether the ceremony begins, you must go to the chairman to express your sins.
Although this military parade was essentially presided over by Yiwen Ian, the apparent chairman was Feldnan, so even after Yiwen Ian was later than Feldnan, he had to abide by the rules and apologize in person in front of Feldnan.
However, Yiwen Ian didn't care. No matter what, he and Feldnan were both father and son, and this apology was actually just a form. Even if you were late in front of the emperor, as long as it was not too much, you would just bow your head and apologize.
Sure enough, Feldnan, wearing a black emperor robe, waved his hand casually, making Yiwen Ian stand up, "Isn't it still a few minutes before the room starts? It's not too late, stand up."
"Yes." Yiwen Ian responded and stood up.
However, after standing up, he suddenly realized that the situation seemed not as simple as he thought.
Although Yiwen Ian didn't know the old man in red robe on Feldnan's right hand, based on his seat, Yiwen Ian guessed that he should be the famous one. It is said that he was only one step away from breaking through the heavenly chasm and entering the legendary Master Arut, the master of the legendary Master of Flame.
And it was such a high-level powerhouse who was looking at him with some playful eyes at this moment. It was not purely careful or disdainful eyes - it was the same as when he was watching a joke.
He was not the only one who was abnormal. There were dozens of people sitting on the rostrum, including the Earl above the Flower Crown, as well as Feldnan's old subordinates, and the senior consuls of Nanling. At this time, they were a little abnormally turbulent, carefully discussing what-
In front of Feldnan and his son.
If you still don’t realize that you have been deliberately targeted at this time, Yiwen Ian will not be Yiwen Ian.
"...hum... Are you all enemies with your eyes?" Yiwen Ian couldn't help but curl his lips. It should be said that he is worthy of being the rostrum of Nanling... Looking at the past, names that are usually famous and extremely glorious have been repeatedly ravaged by him in the past nine years, and they have all offended them. Yiwen Ian could even feel a strong resentment coming from his face without even closing his eyes.
However, waiting for death is not Yiwen Ian's style. After standing up and seeing the hostility that was detonated for some reason, Yiwen Ian took the initiative to ask Feldnan: "Father... the expressions of all the lords seem to be a little wrong. Before I came, was there something happened on the rostrum...?"
"Nothing, a small thing. Before you, the son of the Azibert family was also late." Feldnan said casually, "That guy Ritter seemed to feel a little embarrassed and drove him back."
Reit is the name of Count Azibert. After hearing Feldnan's words, Yiwen Ian was stunned for a moment and finally understood what was going on.
Sure enough, before Yiwen Ian could speak, someone jumped out on his own initiative—
"Duke, I'm blunt, this shouldn't be a 'small thing', right?!" A middle-aged man with an officer-like appearance stood up.
Yiwen Ian remembers this face, Dark Gill, just a viscount, but he was a civilian, but he was a great swordsman with a junior level truth that was born to the battlefield by a lieutenant of the city. He has both strength and reputation, and his identity as an old subordinate of Feldnan.
It's really the most suitable target for the attack.
"The state has national laws, and the family has family rules. According to the etiquette of the empire, even if the ceremony has not yet begun, if the guests are present at the chair, then there should be any mistakes and punishments must be received from the chair."
"But the great master benevolent and righteous, and his unkindness punished Prince Bernard and forgived his fault. But Count Azibert was very clear about the righteousness and knew that the great master's forgiveness was not enough. Therefore, he scolded Prince Bernard in front of all the nobles and drove him out, reflecting the fairness and righteousness of Earl Azibert."
"However, compared with Mr. Bernard's experience, Sir Yiwen's punishment seems a bit too light. As the prefect of Nanling, the Grand Duke should be an example of the Nanling nobles in terms of strict law enforcement and strict rules and regulations, otherwise he would be criticized behind the scenes!"
Dark's words are really unfamiliar with Feldnan. Every sentence is heartbroken, and no matter how you hear them, they are thinking about Feldnan.
However, he had almost no consideration for Yiwen Ian, and the viciousness in his words was almost clearly in front of everyone.
Yiwen Ian sneered in his heart, and was about to speak when one of the Count Azibert, who was one of the time, jumped out again-
"Grand Duke! I am incompetent and just want to teach my incompetent rebellious son, but I didn't expect to make things difficult for the Grand Duke and Mr. Yiwen here." Azibert bent down and almost knelt down, his voice full of trembling and self-blame. "Maybe everyone here knows that my incompetent son has never been a good person. Today's important day is so arrogant and late, so I was so angry. I was not thinking carefully for a moment, but I didn't expect that Mr. Yiwen... to make the Grand Duke embarrassed..."
Pressing each step... Yiwen Ian thought of something that he didn't care about, but he blocked Feldnan's last retreat.
As soon as the palace scene was played, it seems that I was really complaining enough...
The quarrel between Dark and Azibert continues.
Feldnan shouted suddenly, "Enough!"
He closed his eyes.
Ivan Ian looked at Feldnan without saying anything.
"Geor, go and get Bernard Azibert back and let him sit down. Iven Ian, you can sit down too." (To be continued.)