High in the sky, the holy white city is bathed in sunlight, like a silver giant sitting on a floating island, floating in the misty sea of clouds.
Although he had come here many times, Charles VI would feel a bit shocked every time.
What is it like to live at an altitude of 10,000 meters?
Looking up, the top of your head is like a huge clear sky-blue crystal, and there may be clouds and mist that look like thin gauze or feathers wandering around it. Everything on the earth seems as small as ants.
The sky is blue, with birds flying freely in it, the sun is shining brightly, and the sea of clouds floats and falls like vast expanse of silver waves...
Such beautiful scenery makes people feel relaxed and happy, and they can forget all the favors and disgrace.
"High in the clouds, overlooking the earth, a true hero should live in a place like this."
King Charles VI sighed as he walked out of the teleportation array that looked like a hexagonal jade platform at his feet.
The origin of this floating city is unknown. It is speculated that it was a creation left behind by some great arcanists among the elves in ancient times.
More than 900 years ago, the founding emperor of Falorland, William I, accidentally entered an ancient ruins and accidentally unearthed this damaged floating city.
Later, with the help of the Natural School, the Kingdom of Falorland spent a huge amount of manpower and material resources to barely repair it.
"stop!"
"it's me."
"It turns out to be His Majesty the King. Please take the stone order and be careful not to walk around in the Holy City to avoid accidentally touching some prohibitions and agencies."
As soon as Charles VI walked out of the space teleportation array on the side of the floating island, a group of fully armed Golden Rose Knights stopped him.
There are eight people in total, seven fourth-level master-level knights, and one of them is a temple-level knight.
Moreover, these knights all have some royal ancestry, and are collateral descendants, illegitimate children, etc.
After several rounds of detection, inspection, and identity verification, Charles VI was given a passage stone before he was released by the knights.
Even the king was inspected so strictly. You can imagine how tight the security here is.
There are many exotic flowers and plants growing in the floating city, as well as various simple and mysterious reliefs, stone statues, towers, and buildings of different shapes.
Even the Force wandering in the air seems to be several times richer and more active than the outside world. If you practice here, you will probably get twice the result with half the effort.
This is one of the strongest foundations of the Faroran royal family.
In the past, Charles VI would have definitely appreciated the beautiful scenery of this holy city in the clouds.
But at this time, because of his wife's affairs, he was in no mood.
Hurrying through the deserted streets, a quarter of an hour later, he arrived at the center of the city.
There is a splendid silver palace here. Outside the gate stands a stone sculpture, which is a lifelike dragon. On the back of the dragon stands a heroic man holding a sharp sword.
This is the posture of William Henry Clement, the "Conqueror" and the founding emperor of Falorland, riding a dragon.
'It would be great if I could have the strength of my ancestors...'
Charles VI took a look at the statue of his ancestor, feeling a little envious and fascinated.
Because he had excellent management skills and was the eldest son, he sat on the throne.
But his personal strength was not good, and his authority was just that. He was not as good as his father Abraham III, let alone his great and talented uncle, Charlemagne.
Suppressing the distracting thoughts in his heart, he entered the Meteor Temple.
There was already a group of people waiting for him inside.
There are no lights in the main hall. There are many gems and crystals inlaid and hung with silver threads inside. The roof adopts a strange light leakage design. After the light enters, it is constantly refracted. The gems and crystals on the ceiling and walls sparkle like stars in the sky.
.
This "artificial starry sky" was designed and arranged by Emperor William the Great himself.
He once said that if someone can successfully practice the "Demon Slaying Art", they can get some important information from here.
It's a pity that in the past hundreds of years, it seems that no one in the Faroran royal family has been able to understand its secrets.
The mysterious, deep and vast breath of the Force circulates and settles in the artificial starry sky above your head, proving that what you said is true.
The interior of the hall is very empty. There is a round table with more than a dozen people already sitting inside.
With a serious face, Charles VI came to his seat and sat upright.
"you are late!"
"This happened, and you only arrived now. You have really become more and more slack over the years."
Before the king's buttocks were even warm, someone on the seat made a sound, and the tone was not good.
Being criticized as soon as he arrived, Charles VI felt a little annoyed, but he suppressed it.
He knew in his heart that these were just a bunch of old men, so he apologized: "I'm sorry for keeping everyone waiting."
Those in front of him were all members of the Clement family, his brothers and sisters, some brothers-in-law and brothers-in-law, uncles, and even grandfathers.
The aura of each of them is very powerful, some are aloof and cold, some are as domineering as fire, some are misty and lofty...
Among the dozen or so people, none were lower than the fourth level in strength, and there were even a few saints.
However, except for the director of the 7th Bureau "Butcher" Karl, the other saints are not among the top ten saints of Faloran.
The foundation and strength of the royal family are evident.
"Hmph, be careful next time." A saint with an old face snorted coldly, not giving the king any face.
"Look at what stupid things your wife's father has done. The royal family has been completely disgraced by their father and daughter!"
Someone sneered and fired at the king and queen with full firepower.
"I told you not to marry that kind of shabby woman a long time ago. If you don't listen, now you will become the laughing stock of the whole country!"
Another old saint spoke with sharp words.
Charles VI's face flushed slightly, he was obviously very angry, and his fists were clenched subconsciously.
He really wanted to punch these old guys in the face, but he couldn't...
If you rely on your old age and betray your old age, you will be very angry.
"Forget it, don't embarrass my little brother, it's not his fault."
At this time, a woman with smoky makeup spoke.
She is wearing a blue V-neck dress, with fair skin and exquisite eye makeup. She is elegant without losing aura, and is full of femininity.
This is a royal sister, charming and wild at the same time, quite like a queen.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! She is also very strong. She holds her chin with one hand, her posture is lazy, her aura is deep and unpredictable, and her eyes seem to be burning with black flames.
Everyone seemed to give her respect, and after she opened her mouth, she did not continue to scold the king.
Someone helped to rescue him. Charles VI breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still a little irritable.
At that time, his father (Abraham III) was often made things difficult for him by his tribe. His father had a strong personality and forcibly attacked the sanctuary, but failed and died.
Earlier, his uncle Charlemagne was also troubled.
But his uncle was much more irritable.
One time during a meeting here, my uncle couldn't get angry, so he violently raised his fist and beat up several elders in the clan...
What is ridiculous is that some old guys were very happy after being beaten.
"The younger generation can beat us violently. They are very good. It is really a blessing for the family..."
That's right, these old stubborns won't accept anything but the power of others' fists.
As a king, no matter how strong your governance ability is and you manage the country in an orderly manner, they will still deliberately find faults and find trouble.
But if you give them a beating, they will have nothing to say, and they will even praise you...
'Strength, after all, this world relies on fists to speak.'
King Charles VI sighed in his heart.
Taking a deep breath, he stood up, looked around, and said seriously:
"Everyone, regarding the fall of Earl Maclay, I personally guarantee that my wife Katie was definitely not involved in it! She is also very guilty of this..."
What I want to talk about today is mainly this topic.
Director Karl stared at the king with his deep gray eyes, raised his hand to interrupt him, and said with a cold face:
"Your personality is worthless. Whether she had any involvement or not, we will wait until Bureau 7 completes the investigation!"
Charles VI: "..."
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This is too disrespectful.
Being slapped in the face like this, Charles VI choked instantly and his face turned red.
Isn't he the Purgatory Butcher? What's so great about it? I really want to punch him in the face...cough.
Charles VI was obviously a little afraid of this brother-in-law. After being slapped in the face like this, he didn't dare to fight back. He just said weakly:
"Brother-in-law, I may investigate, but my wife has nothing to do with this matter. I hope the clan can treat her lightly and not anger her too much."
Director Carl said expressionlessly: "It's up to you whether to express your anger or not."
Charles VI: "..."
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If you weren't my brother-in-law, believe it or not, I would blow your dog's head off with one punch?
"I think it would be better to abolish her altogether to appease the public's anger and give all the forces an explanation." At this time, Sister Wang, who was wearing smoky make-up, did not speak for the king, but looked sarcastic.
"Yes, that woman has been dishonest ever since she married into the royal family. She forms gangs everywhere, seeks personal gain, and keeps making small moves."
"She thought she had secretly cultivated the 'Dragon Seal Holy Body' and we wouldn't know about it? Don't forget, who provides her with the daily cultivation resources!"
"It would be better to depose the queen and throw her into prison for a few years to calm her down."
…
Everyone's words from you and me revealed the queen's past.
Charles VI was confused. He didn't even know that his wife had secretly cultivated the "Dragon Seal Holy Body".
It's his fault too, he hasn't slept with her in the past few years... cough.
The Dragon Seal Holy Body is a physical cultivation path with the red dragon as its totem. It is one of the methods mastered by the royal family that can cultivate the fifth-level holy body.
Charles VI's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. On the one hand, he was unhappy with his wife's concealment, and on the other hand, he was upset that his tribe wanted to abolish the queen. He said:
"Everyone, I know you don't like her, but after all, she gave birth to six children for the royal family. You should consider the feelings of the younger generations."
These words silenced everyone for a moment.
They don't have to care about the queen's feelings, nor are they afraid of the king's objections.
But we still need to take care of the young princes and princesses.
Director Carl looked at the king who looked a little uneasy and said expressionlessly:
"If that's the case, then she doesn't have to go to jail."
Charles VI: "..."
No need to go to jail, then what?
"Over in Merova City, Lucy and Baron Ackermann are already investigating the matter thoroughly. They will wait for the results before considering whether to retain her position as queen." A somewhat old royal saint said.
Everyone nodded, indicating that they had no objection.
In this regard, Charles VI was helpless, but there was nothing he could do.
Then, Director Carr stood up, holding a stack of information sent by telegraph from Director Jones and Superintendent Parr, and said:
"Behind the fall of Count Maclay, it must be related to some big figures on the demon side.
At that time, Baron Ackerman killed a clone of a demon archduke, a vampire marquis, and 15 middle and low-level demons.
Based on the Seventh Bureau's files and Baron Ackerman's description, Parr determined that the demon should be Archduke Alberto of the Black Wing Clan. He is Prince Milo's confidant, and both are from the Black Wing Clan..."
Someone frowned and said, "So, Prince Milo is behind this incident?"
Milo, he is not the strongest Prince of Darkness, but he is definitely one of the most familiar Princes of Darkness on the human side.
A guy who is arrogant, cool, and extremely high-profile. He is afraid that others will not know that he is awesome. He likes to cause trouble. Even if nothing happens, he still has to force himself to make some noise.
He is currently one of the most active figures in the demon camp.
Charles VI asked: "Then what is his purpose of seducing and manipulating Count Macrae to fall?"
"It's not clear yet, it's still under investigation."
Director Carl's eyes were sharp and he said, "However, there is news from Carlos that the Demon Archduke Alberto has definitely entered the southern plains and joined Prince Milo."
"It seems that there is quite a conspiracy behind this matter." The old saint from the royal family showed a cold look in his eyes.
Count Maclay is the queen's father. His strength may not be much, but his status is extraordinary.
If Count Maclay is completely transformed into the Demon Marquis and is controlled by the demon high-ups, he can easily sneak into the Red Dragon Palace and other important places...
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The strong men of the royal family are not stupid. They quickly thought of this, and their faces turned cold for a moment, with murderous intent in their eyes.
Obviously, this time the demon descendant came for the Faroran royal family.
Seeing the murderous tribesmen, Charles VI felt a chill in his heart.
The greater the plot of the demon camp this time, the more serious Earl Macrae's crime, and the higher the possibility that Katie will be angered.
Compared to colluding with demons and plotting evil against the royal family, the death of those seven noble ladies was actually a trivial matter.
Karl said solemnly: "Fortunately, Baron Ackerman discovered the fall of Earl Maclay in time, otherwise the consequences might have been serious."
"I've seen that young man's profile. He's very good. He's a talented person."
"He has made meritorious service and should be rewarded."
"Just give him the manor under the name of Earl Maclay as a piece of hereditary land, and then grant him the title of viscount... We will wait until he comes to the royal capital to discuss the rest."
Originally, hereditary territory was not included in the spoils that a brave man could obtain by clearing up the traitors.
"Just give him all the property in Count Maclay's name."
"At the same time, let Katie publicly apologize in the name of the queen and the daughter of Earl Maclay, and then let her compensate and provide compensation to the families of the victims.
Over the years, she has been forming cliques for personal gain and lining her own pockets, so she must not be short of this little private money."
"Seconded."
"Seconded."
"Seconded."
Charles VI: "..."
In this way, Baron Ackerman can be said to have made a lot of money.
As for his wife, if she publicly apologizes and admits her mistake, not only will she not be able to obtain any property in her father's name, but she will also have to pay out of her own pocket to compensate the families of the victims...
This is just the beginning.
If the final investigation result is unfavorable to her, the position of the queen will be in jeopardy, and the eldest prince Edward may also be affected.
An hour later, Charles VI left the Meteorite Temple with a tired look on his face.
"I tried my best, but misfortunes never come singly."
…………
Two days later.
Merova City, noon.
"Violent elf! Become me and lend me your edge!
Please scatter my dusty thoughts in the universe.
Let it be like a dead leaf, promoting new life!”
Wren wore a black windbreaker and put on a hood to cover half of his face, humming poetry in a low voice as he walked on the street.
He was quite high-spirited.
There is no way around it. If you have money, you will be in a good mood.
All the property in Count Maclay's name, a magic stone that is infinitely close to the fifth-level quality, the blood core of a vampire marquis, bat wings and a roughly complete corpse...
These add up to about 70,000 to 80,000 gold coins.
This does not include the manor located in the western suburbs, a piece of hereditary territory that is enough to make countless people jealous.
But don’t get the illusion that it’s easy to make money. This kind of opportunity doesn’t come across very often.
It was purely because Count Maclay was too desperate this time, which was tantamount to having his house "ransacked" afterwards.
Otherwise, Ren would just act like a gangster and rob him. At most, he would have 20,000 to 30,000 gold coins in his account, and he would have to carry a wanted warrant, and he would never even think about inheriting the territory.
After making a lot of money, he put his hands in his pockets and walked leisurely on the street.
On one side of the street, a group of students from Melova University were sitting on a bench by the roadside, waiting for the public carriage.
A boy held a newspaper with the title "Count Maclay colluded with the devil and was killed" and sighed:
"Collude with demon descendants and hold blood sacrifices... It is unimaginable that Count Maclay would do such a thing."
The female student next to him shed tears and said: "There is news that the talented and beautiful singer Miss Gina was killed by him, that beast!"
"I heard that a female student in our school was also killed, but the name was hidden in the newspaper."
"incredible."
"Ugly, disgusting..."
"His title and territory have been deprived of him, which is very satisfying."
An office worker looked at the title of the newspaper in his hand and laughed, seemingly relieved.
"The King ordered that Earl Maclay be deprived of his title and his territory be taken back!"
"Master Ackerman killed the fallen, destroyed the demons, and was named a viscount by the king"
"Many nobles were interviewed and expressed that they were shocked, angry and unforgivable at the depravity of Earl Maclay"
""City Hunter" Master Ackerman, looking back at the growth of the top geniuses in the Kingdom of Faroran"
…
Even though two days have passed, the scandal about Count Maclay is still on the front pages of many newspapers, journals and magazines, and it is extremely popular.
This incident not only caused a huge sensation in the Kingdom of Faroland, but also attracted great attention from many nearby countries.
Renne has also become completely famous and is easily recognized by people walking on the street.
In order to avoid trouble, he must cover up his appearance.
A young and beautiful female student shook a magazine in her hand and said, "Baron Ackermann is so handsome. Look at this picture in the newspaper. It was taken by a reporter who was stationed at the Brave Mansion recently.
This side face is simply perfect, even Prince Edward is not as good as it is. It’s a pity that I didn’t take a picture of his naked body... cough."
Lane passed by the roadside and glanced at "Urban Style" magazine.
Damn, isn't this Yellow magazine? What does it mean to publish his photo?
"He's the Viscount. Also, don't be a nymphomaniac!"
"It's amazing. He actually killed so many demons and defeated two royal knights with one punch. The teacher said that Master Ackerman may have cultivated the Holy Body."
"What is the Eucharist?"
"Stupid, it's the Totem Road. Didn't you go to the library to check the relevant information?"
…
Listening to the chatter of the students, Ren reached out, lowered his hat, and walked away quickly.
There's nothing he can do about it. He's handsome. Too many girls have been pestering him recently. Half of the noble ladies in this city have sent various invitations.
There are also a lot of ambiguous letters sent by some ladies with lipstick marks on them - this means that they can have sex with him.
But he ignored them all and ignored them all.
He came all the way to Wilson Manor at the end of Daffodil Street.
In the promenade by the lake, Lucy was throwing bait to feed the carp in the lake.
She was wearing a strange dress, which seemed to be some kind of retro clothing, but also added some modern sexy elements.
The light-colored top is painted with exquisite flowers and plants. The lines of flowers and plants follow her feminine curves, perfectly reflecting her devilishly narrow waist and graceful female figure. A blue flower is decorated high on her chest.
Open on the curve, people can't help but daydream about the scenery inside.
Elegant, sexy, fresh, hot...all kinds of elements are almost perfectly integrated into the clothes.
Wearing this dress on Lucy, it also complemented each other perfectly. She looked like a goddess standing here gracefully, which even stunned Ren.
He instinctively took a few more glances.
After Lucy heard the noise, she turned around. Her crimson pupils were like clouds, her facial features were exquisite, her skin was as smooth and flawless as white jade, her figure was slender, and she had the charm of a mature woman.
She saw that he was absent-minded and said in a somewhat angry tone: "Hey, your eyes are a bit wanton."
"I think auntie is beautiful."
Ren shrugged, looked away, and said, "Everyone has a love for beauty."
In fact, he had some doubts in his heart, because Lucy's dress and aura made him feel familiar, as if he had experienced it somewhere before.
Of course, Auntie is very beautiful, so it's normal to look at her more. He doesn't have the Jian'an character or the ambition of a Cao thief, so it's just a normal appreciation.
After hearing his words, the corners of Lucy's mouth raised slightly, and her smile was beautiful and moving.
No woman doesn't like to hear others compliment her on her beauty, especially if it's sincere.
Ren was confused, thought about it, and asked:
"Auntie, I think you are a bit special. I mean nothing more. Do you have elf blood?"
