NCCnovel Chapter 164 The Royal Family’s Intention
Chapter 164 The Royal Family’s Intention
"Do you know what happened to Charlemagne's family thirteen years ago?"
Tiguwei, who was leading the way, asked. Maybe it was because she was wearing heavy armor that her steps were slow, but it was hard to hear her footsteps in the empty corridor.
"Thirteen years ago?"
Ling Yi thought for a while and then narrated: "Are you asking about a national teacher who poisoned Charlemagne's royal family? He killed several royal relatives and the crown prince, and was caught by Zevaang, the all-seeing eye."
"That's the story. The next king of the Oberic Empire will be chosen from the three grandchildren," Tiguwei said. "I said this because I want to know what kind of cooperation you will give to the empire. After all, Charlemagne's royal family has been like that for more than a decade and doesn't easily trust sudden new forces."
There was a red carpet on the ground and flowers arranged on both sides. There were no other people in the corridor except these few people. Portraits of royal family members were hung on the wall. The first one was the eldest prince, Norman Tambri Charlemagne, the second one was the second prince, Apoca Charlemagne, the third one was the third prince, Padokan Charlemagne, followed by Princess White Moon and the seventh prince, who Isabella was most familiar with.
"Does your empire want to cooperate with our Snow Elf Kingdom?" Shui Xi asked tentatively.
"It's not a collaboration with the country," Tiguwei continued, "The Snow Elf Country was conquered by your Saint Maiden Guild. In this era, it is undoubtedly the strongest organization. It kills any monster quickly. Let me ask you, which emperor of the empire would not be shaken?"
Isabella sensed that there were several high-level magicians in the hall ahead.
Came to a double door.
Two court swordsmen wearing golden magic armor with white patterns raised their heads to salute Tiguwei and the three distinguished guests. The two on the left and right each opened a three-meter-high white door with golden flower carvings.
The space inside is 500 square meters, with two rows of pillars. There is a large round table for sixteen people to sit around in each of the four corners of the hall.
There was also a large round table in front of the gate. After opening the door and taking a look at the crowd, it was found that all the people seated there were royal family members of the Oberic Empire and court nobles above the rank of marquis.
"Wait a moment..."
Tiguvi said, turning to walk to the middle of the hall and announcing the arrival of the three distinguished guests to the members of Charlemagne's royal family.
Isabella saw the king, an old man with gray hair and a sapphire crown on his head. He was thin and had many wrinkles on his face, especially on his forehead. He was wearing a red cloak with only the blue lining of the collar showing.
Isabella actually favored the king's crown. The middle section was an exquisite sapphire inlaid with gold, the second layer was two golden triangular corners, and the third layer was two golden headbands inlaid with scarlet agate.
Isabella didn't have any thoughts or nervousness. She just felt that the scene was a little more grand, and she just felt a little sad: this was Inberius Charlemagne, the King of Oberic.
In the hall, more than fifty people looked at the three people outside the door, and the king also asked them in a warm and kind tone to come in and take a seat with Charlemagne and the royal family.
Isabella walked over to Tiguvi and she murmured, "Don't forget your manners."
Isabella knew it of course, and Ling Yi was also very clear about it. However, when Ling Yi started working at the Almighty Eye, she had never seen the king of the empire.
When Isabella and Ling Yi saluted, Shui Xi, who was a little slow, followed suit, stiffly tiptoeing to lift her skirt...
However, Isabella deliberately spoke in a false voice that made her sound older, in order to avoid being recognized by Princess Baiyue and the Seventh Prince.
In the eyes of the king, it was a different feeling: the Dragon People... the Saint looked up to the Guild Master, and the Saint... I had only seen them through the projection crystal in the intelligence of the Almighty Eye, but from a close distance, their temperament was not comparable to that of an ordinary national-level magician.
Standing behind the king was a magic warrior wearing an indigo armor, the shiny armor looked like a polished gem. Sitting on the king's left were four family members of Duke Azbodi, including Tek. On the right, except for the eldest prince, everyone else was present.
"Come, come, take a seat." As the king said this, the court maid pushed the dining cart and placed tableware for the three latecomers.
In the palace meals, everyone had the same dishes, and each person was allocated a portion of their own meal.
Isabella chose to sit next to the Duke of Azbodi's family to avoid contact with the Seventh Prince and Princess Baiyue. She decided in her heart to say less and let Lingyi and Shuixi answer any questions.
Soon after they sat down, the king began to ask about the three of them's well-being.
"...Sir Shui Xi, have you always been living in the dragon realm? I heard that you appeared in the territory of the empire last year!" Among the three visitors, the old king was most curious about Shui Xi from the dragon tribe.
"I haven't lived in the Dragon Realm for a long time," Shui Xi glanced at Isabella's reaction and said simply and obscurely, "I have lived in another space for more than two thousand years. Except for the early period of the Dragon War, I only appeared last year! I don't know a lot of things that happened in this world."
When Shui Xi was speaking, the whole place was silent. Everyone couldn't help but take a deep breath as they listened to her narration of two thousand years.
Everyone realized that the person in front of them was a dragon man who was more than two thousand years old!
The king also showed an ugly face in fear, and the crown on his head lost its color; Is that so? No wonder the Saint looked up to the Guild and could easily kill the King-level monsters... She is five times the age of the Oberic Empire, which has existed for 400 years!
"Then... may I ask how the Saint knew Lord Shui Xi..."
The king calmed himself and asked tentatively.
Isabella was silent for a few seconds and did not answer.
Shui Xi immediately said: "The Saint is in the same space as me, and appeared in the Oran Heights of the Empire at the same time."
Isabella paused for a second, nodded, and replied in a false voice, "Yes, Your Majesty."
The most mysterious person in front of the king is the saint: She is actually at the level of a primary magician? She must have deliberately suppressed the source of magic power! Lord Shui Xi and Ling Yi deliberately kept it at the national level to prevent everyone from feeling pressured, right?
When the king thought of these possibilities, his emotions quickly stabilized, but Princess Baiyue, who was standing beside him, stared straight at the "Saint", which frightened Isabella so much that she sat upright and elegantly without moving.
The seventh prince lowered his eyes and trembled as he looked at the plate in front of him. He suppressed his trembling body in his heart. He didn't know whether it was due to nervousness or the physiological reaction of encountering a monster: This is not a dragon race, it is clearly a monster! Her eyes are like those of a wolf, and her head is like that of a demon... If I look at her for a second longer, I always feel like she will eat me! And she has a face as beautiful as an angel in a painting! How can there be such a perfect person in the world!
Padukan Charlemagne looked at Bai Yue and Poluninger, and sighed deeply in his heart: Is he still nervous about such an occasion? It is simply delaying the continuation of our empire. Xia An is a little lucky. Who else wanted to attack him that night besides me? Instead, it was the Duke of Nilamo who suffered...
Princess Bai Yue was filled with ecstasy, and she could hardly suppress the smile on her face: The Saint looked a little smaller than Isabella, and she looked so cold while sitting quietly. I wonder if the Saint looked at me under her mask? Would she like me?