Seeing Thearesia swinging her sword, Reinhardt, who was about to rush over, was suddenly stunned: "Wait a minute, this sword swinging posture..."
But he didn't have time to think about anything more.
Felt exclaimed, and then hurriedly ran towards the fallen assassin.
Yes, it wasn't until this moment that she saw the other person's face clearly. What kind of assassin was he? It was clearly Lord Rom who had been taking care of her.
"Master Rom? Master Rom!"
Seeing the other person lying in a pool of blood, Felut panicked and rushed over to call the other person twice.
It's just that the other person seems to have been seriously injured and unconscious, and he can't be woken up. Moreover, the wound is still spurting blood crazily, and it feels like it can't be stopped at all.
"Is this...actually Master Rom?"
Emilia obviously recognized the other party's identity and couldn't help but be a little surprised at this moment.
"Hey? Do you know each other?"
Now it was Thearesia's turn to be confused. She asked in a panic: "I...did I attack the wrong target? Is he not an assassin?"
"I think there might be some misunderstanding."
Because of the complicated relationship, it was difficult for Emilia to say something clearly for a while. She just gave a hasty explanation, and then squatted down. Under Felt's anxious gaze, she raised her hand to activate the healing magic, trying to
Let's help Mr. Rom stop the bleeding first.
It's just weird.
Emilia's healing magic seems to have failed.
The hideous bone-deep wound was still bleeding non-stop, and the wound showed no signs of healing at all.
"this……"
Emilia was a little confused when she saw this scene: "What's going on?"
"This is why I don't want to hold a sword." Thearesia next to her said with a look of guilt and self-blame: "Because the people I slashed can't heal..."
"What are you doing all this time?"
But before these words were finished, the members of the royal election waiting for the meeting not far away became impatient, especially the orange-haired aristocratic girl, who urged arrogantly: "Just drag it down for treatment and interrogation at this moment.
,can you please stop wasting time?"
"What did you say?" Felute immediately raised his head and glared at the opponent fiercely: "Master Rom is not an assassin!"
"Well, we also agree with Priscilla's proposal."
Just as he finished speaking, another member of the King's Choice next to him also spoke: "There is a saying in Karachi that time is money. We also hope to get to the point as soon as possible... There should be other important things for us to call upon this time.
Something, right?"
"you……"
When Felt heard this, he clenched his fists angrily.
"Lord Felt."
At this moment, the captain of the Guards Knights next to him slowly walked over: "Can you please explain the current situation? What is the relationship between this assassin and you?"
"I told you I'm not an assassin!"
Felute explained angrily: "Master Rom, he is my most important relative! He must have done this to protect me because he was confused about the situation!"
"What? Relatives?"
However, as soon as these words came out, the ministers under the throne suddenly started talking: "The assassin is a giant, right? And he is dressed like he comes from the slums... What is the origin of this kid recommended by the Astraea family?
ah?"
"Knight Reinhardt."
When the sages sitting above heard this, they also asked: "Can you explain how you found her?"
"I accidentally discovered Felt-sama in the slums about a month ago." Reinhardt explained: "After confirming that she could make the badge shine and was qualified to participate in the King's Selection, I protected her.
stand up."
"This! Is he really a street kid from the slums!?"
When the aristocratic minister on the other side heard this, his expression turned even more ugly: "Are you kidding me! How could such a lowly place be possible..."
"What's wrong with you in the ghetto!"
Felt was already extremely irritable, but after hearing what these people said, he immediately fought back: "Aren't you the ones who brought me here without permission? You are the ones who are really mentally ill, right?!"
"So why is this boring quarrel still going on?"
But at this moment, the orange-haired aristocratic girl over there... or Priscilla couldn't help it anymore: "Isn't it because of this that you were left in the slums as a street child? Can you please come back?
Are you going to the place where you are supposed to exist?"
"Do you want to fight?"
Felt's face immediately darkened this time.
"Disrespectful person." Priscilla slowly raised the folding fan that was covering her face, and waved it at Felt. Sparks instantly burst out with a heat wave: "...who do you think I am?!"
"I'm sorry, Lady Priscilla."
Fortunately, at the critical moment, Reinhardt appeared in front of Felt and blocked her attack.
"you……"
"Everyone, now is not the time for a fight, right?"
There was a stalemate here, but Emily raised her head anxiously and shouted: "Shouldn't we save people first? Why can't Lord Rom's bleeding stop?"
"It's so rare that a silver-haired half-elf is actually calling for help."
However, Priscilla's character is also really arrogant, and she really doesn't give face to anyone. At this moment, after hearing Emilia's request for help, she even sneered.
"you……"
Emilia hurriedly explained: "I have nothing to do with the witch!"
"Okay, be quiet."
Fortunately, at this time, a group of old men from the Sage Association above finally couldn't bear it anymore and took the initiative to stop the quarrel: "The King's Selection Meeting will continue to be held. As for this assassin... Since the situation is special, let's send someone to treat it first, without affecting it.
The conduct of the meeting.”
"yes."
The captain of the Guards Knights here responded, then turned around and shouted: "Felix."
"Meow."
Hearing someone calling him, the brown-haired cat girl here stepped out of the queue, and then walked quickly towards Lord Rom: "Don't worry, please leave this kind of injury to me!"
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The short interlude ended, and everyone in the Sage Association continued to host the king selection meeting.
Not long after, it was the turn of the members of the King's Choice to make their own declarations, which was to briefly explain their philosophy of becoming king, and then the nobles and knights would decide who to support. Of course, to put it bluntly, this was just a formality.
After all, those who should stand in line have already finished standing.
The first person to appear was the noble girl from before, Priscilla.
"The king's election is meaningless at all. Only I am the one most qualified to sit on the throne!" The other party's speech was as arrogant as ever: "...you just need to bow your head and surrender!"
"The moment I become king, I will immediately cancel the covenant with the dragon."
Soon the second member of the royal election also began to declare, which was a girl with long dark green hair dressed in men's clothing: "Luknica is only a pro-dragon kingdom, not a dragon kingdom... This is a country that belongs to us!"
"We are greedy people, so we want everything."
The third member of the royal election, the gentle purple-haired girl, smiled and said: "Just doing business and becoming the president of the Chamber of Commerce is meaningless, so we want to take the kingdom into our hands."
"Oh! It's coming, it's coming!"
Seeing that the first three members had finished speaking, Subaru Natsuki immediately became excited: "It's Emilia Tan's turn soon. Brother Dongwen, what do you think she will say?"
"She wants everyone to go and have sex with her."
Fang Mo said casually.
"What the hell is that?!" Natsuki Subaru directly raised his forehead: "We agreed that the King's Selection scene should be more serious? Brother Dongwen, I want you to be more serious..."
"That's Tata Kai!"
Fang Mo suddenly shouted with a fierce expression: "On the other side of the sea... is the enemy!"
"Chiji!" However, when he heard a tower opening, the little red sticky ball on Fang Mo's shoulder also became excited, and the two small tentacles waved back and forth: "Blood...jiji...blood...god!"
"Hey, you're quite excited?"
Fang Mo also turned to look at the little guy on his shoulder, and poked it twice cheerfully: "Let me see if it turns into a scarlet skull..."
"grumble!"
"I only have one wish."
They were chatting here, but Emilia, who was under the throne, also spoke: "That is to eliminate all the injustices now, without discrimination or harm...so that everyone can live happily, I will create
An absolutely fair country!”
"right!"
As soon as they finished speaking, Fang Mo suddenly shouted together: "Fair! Fair! It's still fair!"
"???"
This sudden voice immediately stunned the nobles in the palace.
"Lady Emilia, is this one of your subordinates?" The captain of the Guards Knights next to him was also confused, and subconsciously turned to look at Emilia: "...What's going on with him?"
"Well."
Emilia froze when she heard this, but she could still handle it to this extent, so she politely replied: "Yes, he is my supporter."
"Oh well."
The captain of the Guards Knights didn't say much, he just greeted Felt: "It's your turn, Lord Felt."
"I don't want to be a candidate! Bastard!"
However, Felute just gave up the fight: "You were the ones who caught me, right?! Lord Rom is also injured now. I will never spare you..."
"What nonsense!"
However, after hearing this, the nobles below also immediately started to criticize: "You dare to talk nonsense in such a serious meeting of the King's Selection. What is going on with the Astraea family? The strongest swordsman in the world has recommended such a person.
Something?"
"Well... indeed..."
Not only this group of nobles, but also an old man from the Sage Association started to frown at this moment: "Not to mention the ridiculous actions of the Astraea family... Border Count Metzas is also outrageous, and he dares to elect a half-demon as the king.
, it’s really stupid.”
"It's an old custom to call a half-elf a half-demon."
Roswaal reminded with a smile.
"Don't come here!" Someone here suddenly said: "Forget about being a half-demon, she still has silver hair. Doesn't this look exactly the same as the jealous witch?"
"That's right! It's absolutely filthy!"
How dare you ask for the throne without any knowledge of yourself! How ridiculous!"
"..."
Of course, Emilia also heard everyone's discussion. At this moment, she lowered her head a little aggrievedly, and seemed to not know how to explain it for a while.
"Damn it...damn it!"
It's just that she held back, but Natsuki Subaru below couldn't hold back anymore: "These nobles, damn, bastards, I...I want to kill their whole family!"
"Yeah, yeah, that's right."
When Fang Mo heard this, he suddenly showed a smile of great relief: "This is what our Chinese men should look like!"
"Brother Dongwen, what should we do now?"
Hearing Fang Mo speak, Natsuki Subaru also asked angrily: "Are we still going to watch the show here?"
"Of course not."
Fang Mo suddenly laughed, and then grabbed Natsuki Subaru's arm: "It's our turn to appear!"
"Eh?!"
However, when Caiyue Subaru was caught so suddenly by Fang Mo, he was stunned: "No...Brother Dongwen, are you really going to kill me?"
"Shut up! Shameless old thief!"
Fang Mo ignored him and instead shouted loudly, then pushed past the crowd and walked outside.
"!"
When Fang Mo shouted out this voice, the entire palace was in an uproar, and the face of the sages sitting at the top changed even more: "You...are you talking to us?"
"I originally thought you were just blind, but now it seems you may still be a little deaf-blind."
Fang Mo didn't have any problem with the other person, so he opened his mouth and said, "Why, do you want me to repeat it again?"
"you……"
Several old men from the Sage Association couldn't sit still, and turned to look at Emilia: "Silver-haired half-demon! What do your followers want to do?!"
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Emilia is also a little confused at this moment. Mr. Dongwen clearly promised that she would not mess around.
"Hey, little old man, do you have any face? You will scare my children, right?" Before Emilia could come up with something to say, Fang Mo spoke again: "Look at you.
You don’t have a hair on your head, how can you and I pretend to be sages? I don’t know that our Buddha...the Kingdom of Lugnica doesn’t raise sages?”
"you!"
The other party was obviously really anxious: "Guard! Give me..."
"boom!"
But before the other party could finish speaking, a shocking aura suddenly erupted from Fang Mo.
Everyone felt their breaths stagnant for no reason, as if they were suddenly in an endless ocean. An overwhelming sense of oppression came from the depths of their souls. The nobles on one side instantly fell to the ground, even the knights on the other side.
Their expressions were also extremely ugly: "This... what kind of monster is this!?"
"So I said it a long time ago, otherwise we might as well just do the opposite."
After releasing the pressure, Fang Mo also turned to Emilia and said: "You obviously have this strength, why do you have to follow the rules... By the way, you have heard of our Meroway family.
Proverbs?”
"What is that?" Emilia asked subconsciously.
"They seem to have too many nine tribes."
Fang Mo spread his hands.
"Mr. Dongwen, please stop." Emilia was numb: "I, I don't want things to become like this..."
"That's not why this wrinkled old Bidden is causing trouble for me."
Fang Mo raised his finger and said upward: "Look at his stupid and incompetent look, how can he be a wise man..."
"nonsense!"
After Fang Mo kept pointing at his nose and scolding him, the old man from the Sage Association here also forced himself to shout: "I have contributed countless achievements to the kingdom! You judge a book by its appearance!"
"Oh, really?"
However, Fang Mo just smiled and asked: "The guy who judges people by their appearance...it's obviously you, right?"
"you!!!"
"What, does it mean that someone who looks like a witch is a witch? What kind of retarded logic is this?" Fang Mo said, and suddenly pointed at Reinhardt without warning: "Then what if I look like his grandfather! Is he
You have to kneel down obediently... and then call me "Master?"
"you……"
"Everyone, something is wrong!!!"
However, just at this moment, a voice suddenly rang out. It turned out to be the brown-haired cat girl running over: "The wounds on that assassin's body cannot be healed... It seems that there is some force preventing my magic from taking effect!"
"What?"
After hearing this, Reinhardt's expression really changed, and he hurriedly asked: "Felix! Is the wound bleeding all the time?"
"Yes...yes..." Cat Girl nodded subconsciously.
"The protection of the God of Death..."
Reinhardt's expression was extremely complicated, even more than when Fang Mo pointed at his nose and spoke. At this moment, he immediately walked towards the guard beside Emilia... which was of course Thearesia: "I'm sorry, but
Could you please take off your hat?"
"No, no!"
Thearesia was obviously panicking at this moment and quickly covered her hat with her hat.
"Then I would be rude!"
Reinhardt rushed forward without saying a word, raising his hand to overturn the opponent's bamboo hat, but at this moment, a big hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.