When the official notification of the attack on the Imperial Council reached the Typhon, Griffith was discussing the information provided by Pilotis with Galadia and Erza.
"At the same time, the echo hub of the Senate and Beyelan was attacked. Beyelan's command system also fell into silence..."
Griffith looked solemn and sank deeply into his chair, holding the notice from Beyelan in his hand. There were two restless psychic crystals on the table in front of him.
Harandil took the initiative to take some sailors to stay on the wrecked battleship to verify the situation and place the wounded. The selected people who were originally aboard the battleship were beaten away by Pelotis, and the emblems they held were also sent to Gri.
Feisi’s hand was regarded as a meeting gift after a long separation.
The unexpected joy of harvest was quickly diluted by the shock of assassinating the king. The horrifying news spread among the officials and the people, and then was received by the Typhon, copied through magic, and presented on parchment.
"Rebellion! Shameless conspiracy! The assassination of our beloved Majesty Aurelius!"
"His Majesty the King is injured! General Fromm was unfortunately killed!"
"His Majesty Aurelius decrees martial law and calls for troops to enter Beyeland to search for the assassin and his accomplices!"
"The Praetorian Guards are on the move, searching the whole city and hanging the traitors!"
These proclamations were accompanied by some images - the Praetorian Guards obtained large pig-killing hooks from slaughterhouses, hung nooses made from piano strings on them, and hanged the captured assassins.
Galadia only glanced at it and hurriedly threw away the paper with the image on it, covering her mouth in disgust.
"That's not right, there is something wrong with this announcement," Griffith said with a frown. "The strength of the National Guard is strong enough, and with the assistance of the investigation department and the military police, catching the rebels is just a matter of a team of policemen and a few ropes.
Why must we mobilize the army?"
Erza sat opposite him with a calm expression: "The king's physical condition was not very healthy in the past, and it is even weaker now. His mental stability is even more worrying, after experiencing the Duke's backlash and
The assassination has been completely destroyed. The madness and anger are fully vented through the physical wounds and can no longer be restrained."
"This is a baseless guess!" Griffith jumped up. "Until I get His Majesty's confirmation, I can't read a word on these scraps of paper."
Galadia and Erza looked at each other and then at the irritable knight: "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," Griffith replied, "I can't bear the thought of someone using His Majesty's name to cause chaos. The citizen representatives from other provinces are negotiating with the Senate and the Arcane Council. If they cannot compromise, civil war will be inevitable. In this case
During the critical period, any behavior that may irritate all parties must be restrained. How could His Majesty the King not know this, and why would he summon legions from other provinces to aggravate the situation?"
Erza stood up and grabbed the knight:
"You are not the only one who is troubled. Calm down, Griffith, and let us first listen to what others think. Galadia, let's excuse ourselves for a while."
Today is the first day of January, the day when Mr. Hermit convened a party. Griffith followed the Huntress and spread the psychic barrier. Galadia watched them take a few steps up the steps, and then
Disappeared in a cloud of light and mist, disappearing without a trace.
Miss Elf didn't expect this to mean the excuse. She stared dumbly at the stairs where the two disappeared for a while, rubbed her long hair, and pinched her ears to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
"So they meet every month without telling me!"
…
Griffith once again came to the vast hall like the starry sky.
Mr. Hermit's party is held once a month. Guests attending the meeting exchange information, trade with each other, and share occult knowledge. The host of the party, Mr. Hermit, occasionally comments or provides enlightenment. Overall, this is a peaceful time.
An eventless and very relaxing gathering.
However, according to Griffith's test results, the Lord of the Rings from Mr. Hermit may be connected to the will of this mysterious being. If the ring holder is not firm enough, his body may be taken away and he may become a slave of his will.
Miss Magician was already waiting for everyone at the round table. She stood up, lifted up her skirt, and greeted the two of them briskly and charmingly: "Good evening, Miss Fengxiang, Mr. Death Knight~"
Miss Mirantis seemed to be in a good mood. Wasn't he worried about the attack on the king? Griffiths murmured in his mind while saluting the future princess.
Brunave, who had not seen him for a long time, grinned widely and asked with a smile: "Hey, brother Death Knight, I heard that your chief was killed by the minions of the Death Knight. Could it be that you did it?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Hidden Priest Lady Aslante criticized the orc, who immediately stopped talking.
Griffith shook his head and sat down in his seat.
"Huh? Didn't you do it?" Miss Lover Iletia tilted her head towards him curiously, "I just added fifty points to you, but it's not... I'm a little disappointed, I'll take it back now."
Hiss——! This sister is probably a Shoggoth. What are you going to do to give me extra points? I don’t dare to think about it. Griffith rubbed his forehead, and the mental shock of witnessing Pelotis has not completely subsided.
, just a thought made him fearful.
Soon, other people arrived and greeted me warmly or coldly.
I know almost all the people at this party. Erza, the princess, Roland, my uncle, Brunave and Aslante, the seniors from Silver Moon Tower, are all my acquaintances...
Riffith's eyes swept around the gathering and landed on the arbitrator.
This gentleman whose identity is still a mystery appears to be human in appearance. He is gentle and well-mannered. His status should be high, but he has never revealed any clues about his identity. He seems to be very familiar with Aslante and has been involved in smuggling business a long time ago.
.
Who is he?
At this moment, Griffith suddenly felt a vast sublime aura. An indescribable existence arrived.
The guests present stood up one after another and paid tribute to the hermit. At this moment, everyone felt something strange as never before - if the hermit was as ethereal and elusive as mist before, now he is as substantial as he is, powerful and unfathomable.
The power of the description makes people want to kneel down and worship.
"Your power has become stronger, Mr. Hermit," the Arbiter said. "The time for you to return to the Holy See is near."
The hermit did not approve or object. He sat high on a throne-like seat and nodded to everyone.
"Then, let the party begin," the arbiter said. "As usual, we will first exchange information and then discuss deals, all under the watchful eye of the great Mr. Hermit."
Seeing that no one had an opinion, the arbitrator paused for a moment.
Griffith looked at him, feeling that this dignified and unpredictable man seemed to be sorting out his emotions and soothing his heartstrings, and was bound to say something shocking.
"The king, Aurelius, has been attacked," the Arbiter said, "and I heard that the Living Thread of the Void is behind it. His order and the Hand of God have been there since Odessa's failed arrival.
Seeking opportunities to cause disaster and turmoil. New strife and smoke are a necessary part of their divine descending ritual."
"Oh——!" Brunave banged the table, "I knew it must be these broken bones that did something good!"
"The evidence for this matter is not sufficient yet, and it is too early to say," Sidious, the stargazer, took over the topic. "The king has a tendency to support citizen representatives to check and balance the Senate. However, he was unconscious due to injuries and lost the ability to discuss matters.
Ability. The Senate, with the assistance of the Imperial Council, is acting in the name of the king. The defense forces loyal to the Senate will take action at any time to crush the struggle of citizen representatives for parliament."
Sure enough, I knew it! What a conspiracy! Griffith clenched his fist angrily.
"So that's it! I know, this is an attack by the Senate disguised as a cult!" Brunave shouted again, "This kind of thing is not uncommon among us, the enemy is the Senate! Death Knight
, are you right?"
Griffith couldn't help but nodded. Erza, who was sitting next to him, stretched out her foot and stepped on him hard under the table.
Aslante subconsciously covered her face.
"Hmph, naive, too young and too simple," the brave man who did not belong to this era, who was definitely Roland's undoubted guest, interjected brazenly, "citizen representatives are not easy to deal with either. They have been working together for a long time, and they have organized organizations in various places.
militias and armed groups. In order to oust the Senate, they will not hesitate to launch a civil war. Don't forget, the legions from other provinces have not yet gathered, and the towns of Bijerland and Bremi are already in a commotion.
Even a child knows that the army is going to take action.
"Citizens are already arming themselves and preparing to seize weapons depots and palaces to fight against the army.
"Just imagine, if the Senate really wants to take action, why not cover it up and concentrate the troops secretly?"
That makes sense. As expected of Roland, why didn't I pay attention to this detail... Griffith nodded secretly. Erza glanced at him and stepped harder.
"Aha——!" Brunave said in a longer tone, "Isn't that right! My little warg would hide quietly in the grass when catching rabbits, and would never be exposed until the moment he takes action.
Me. I feel that the brave master who does not belong to this era is right. The criminal who attacked the great chief is, Kaki... My dear, how do you pronounce that word just now?"
"Citizen representative," Aslante sighed, "can you stop becoming so fast~"
"You taught me a lesson," Brunave nodded repeatedly and shouted with his head held high, "My wife taught me a lesson!"
Miss Shadow Priest threw a fear spell, which made the orcs run away like rabbits. She retracted her hand and her eyes fell on Roland: "You can't say that you don't have a motive for murdering your Majesty, right?"
"Oh? Ah?" The brave man who did not belong to this era looked left and right, and found that Miss Magician and Sidious on both sides had moved away. He couldn't help but laugh twice, "I, save the world.
What bad thoughts can a brave man have?"
"Your Weifu coupon will expire soon. The creditors are all the most powerful monarchs, governments, popes and leaders in the world. If you still don't pay, you will have to hide in the abyss. Sorry, there are no guests there."
"It's full," Miss Shadow Priest said softly, "You are longing for a war, a war that affects the world. Only in this way can you save yourself. The situation in Beyelan is certainly critical, but without a spark, the fuse will not
It burned itself."
The inscrutable temple became silent, and it was as cold as water dripping into ice.
"What..." Brunave walked back to his seat from a distance and exclaimed in a low voice, "Roland is a criminal, he became a hero, and he also wants to be a regicide... Wow! This really messes me up..."