Did the lord get rid of poverty and become rich today?

Olga's palace complex is very majestic, and Joe can see the spiers of the castle towering towards the sky from a distance.

And the huge white tower, which symbolizes the supreme authority of the God of Light, is located halfway up the mountain not far behind the palace complex.

The royal palace does not allow carriages to enter, so Qiao Yi and the others got off at the gate.

The wide field in front of the gate was already full of waiting carriages and coachmen.Servants and guards were not allowed in.

The sabers of Qiao Yi and Lando were also removed.The king does not allow anyone to enter the palace with weapons.

The aristocratic ladies in gorgeous dresses were helped out of the carriage by their male companions, and the foreign lords and dukes who came to the meeting also put on their best dresses to welcome this annual event.

As soon as Qiao Yi and Lando got out of the car, they attracted a lot of attention.

There is no other reason, Qiao Yi and Lando's appearance are too outstanding.

Moreover, the Great Court has been held for so many years, and no one has ever seen any nobleman who can join hands with an elf companion to participate in the meeting.

Some sharp-eyed people noticed the dresses on them.

It seems to be the same style, one black and one white, but there are some small details that are different from the other.

They can't tell exactly what the two sets of clothes look good on, and the differences between them, but this does not prevent them from being amazed from the bottom of their hearts when they first see them.

"Which territory's Duke is this? I haven't seen it before. Is it the new heir of which territory?"

"It looks like it should be from the richest counties...that's an elf."

"No, no. Don't you think that kid—does he look familiar?"

"... am I the only one who cares which tailor their clothes are from?"

"..."

Everyone looked in Qiao Yi's direction, and there was a little commotion in the crowd

Until an old aristocrat wearing an old dress that had been worn for an unknown number of years touched his chin and narrowed his eyes: "Hiss—why does he look so much like that old fellow Stuart?"

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Black hair and black eyes - Stuart's logo.

Everyone in the meeting looked at each other, and after three seconds of silence in the air, it exploded with a "coax".

"??! ∈ Cai Ci Xie Ai. Is the survey┓缌槳 Huang Qiao in trouble??"

"Damn it! How could it be Storm Neck? The place so poor that even pirates don't bother to rob??"

"Speaking of which, is old Stuart dead?? This is his son... I seem to have a little impression."

As for the old duke who woke everyone up, he touched his old Iraqi-colored dress and smashed his lips with regret and distress: "Old Stuart borrowed my sapphire cloak last year, and he hasn't returned it to me yet. Just gone??"

The business network of Stormland has not been able to extend to the south for the time being, but it has only gained some fame in the north, so all the nobles from the south were stunned.

Only a small number of northern nobles who had heard a little about Mrs. Dole figured out the key point after a little thought.

Then Mrs. Sellarel and his wife arrived, and their extremely gorgeous dresses caused a commotion again.

Noticing the bright eyes of the noble ladies staring at Mrs. Cerrael, Joe knew that his goal had been achieved.

"Clang-clang-clang-"

The bell sounded from a distance from the white tower on the high place, which represented that the time had reached nine o'clock.

The closed gate of the palace slowly opened, and a red carpet stretched from the gate to the palace inside.

Long tables were placed on both sides of the red carpet, filled with fine wine and food, and beautiful girls in uniforms stood on both sides of the road with smiles on their faces.

Joe Yi didn't eat breakfast.

So when the nobles at the meeting were chatting with each other with smiles on their faces, only Qiao Yi had already started eating with drinks and snacks.

The nobles who watched Qiao Yi's movements from the corner of their eyes suddenly showed contemptuous expressions.

Ha, the poor and the poor are the poor and the poor, even if you have a rich elf friend, you can't change your despicable demeanor in your bones!

Qiao Yi can naturally feel these bright eyes.

But he doesn't care.

I eat my free breakfast, you do your business and entertainment, what you do is none of my business, and what I do is none of your business.

Don't mess with me.

As for Lando, the elf with the highest status in the proud Jalan Nord elves, he usually doesn't even give them alms.

All his attention was on Qiao Yi.

Just eating and drinking like this until nearly 10:30, the emperor came late.

The gate of the deliberative palace finally opened, and the nobles and ministers filed in.

Qiao Yi and Lando lazily fell at the back, and when they turned their heads, they saw Lorraine and Karl who also didn't want to squeeze forward.

Several people looked at each other and nodded slightly, but didn't speak.

The interior of the conference hall was very large, and they stood at the back, looking at the huge golden throne at the end of the resplendent hall from afar.

There was a young man crooked on the throne, with a sluggish expression and deep eye circles, and an appearance of excessive indulgence due to kidney deficiency.

The dukes of each territory began to report the situation of the territory in the past year one by one.

As soon as Qiao heard the sentence that the god of light blesses, the weather will be smooth and there will be no disasters, except for some insignificant small rebellions launched by the rioters who were bewitched by the devil, and they have been suppressed, he just wanted to laugh.

Earthquakes, floods, severe droughts, people displaced and in exile, if there is no way out, which peasant is willing to risk his life to rebel?

However, the emperor was very happy to hear it, and with a big wave of his hand, he gave a large reward to those nobles who sang carols with their eyes closed.

Everyone dressed Emperor Andre in an invisible and non-existent emperor's new clothes. They ignored the suffering of the people and only wanted to exchange those absurd lies for the emperor's reward.

Until it was Joe's turn.

It's time for the storm collar's routine sell-out session again. In the past, only old Stuart would sell out at the conference, hoping to get help.

But he has sold miserably for many years and has never succeeded.

"Last winter, the storm led to a snowstorm, and many people were crushed to their houses and died in the snowy night."

"The harvest has been bad, and the weather is too cold to grow."

"...In the summer, there was an earthquake on the mountain, and the flood broke the embankment, destroying most of the manor..."

Joe remembered the rainstorm.

And those people who were shining in despair under the flood: the mother who lifted the baby out of the water, Werther who sent his father ashore but was washed away, the housekeeper Old Gener who protected little Annie... and his countdown to life The grand coming-of-age ceremony in the rain before.

His eye sockets turned slightly red.

"...more than [-] mu of land was lost, and the number of casualties was not counted..."

If Miss Marsh Ghost hadn't reported the letter, if he hadn't still had the system available, what would have happened that night, Qiao Yi didn't dare to think about it.

Seeing Qiao Yi's negative emotions that did not seem to be fake, the nobles all showed pity.

Tsk tsk tsk, how miserable.

But what does it matter to me?

Andre on the throne crossed his legs, propped his chin in a comfortable position, and lazily said: "But I heard people say that there are often large ships transporting goods to and from Stormwind..."

"That's the elf's ship," said Joe.

This is not a lie, the Northern Forest was indeed bought by the elves.

Andre nodded, threw a grape into his mouth, spit out the skin of the grape "bah", and said disdainfully: "This is the consequence of you not believing in the God of Light. The people abandoned by God will inevitably suffer revenge from the devil. You go down. Don't let this happen next year."

No condolences, no assistance.

The fluffy sentence that this is God's revenge was scribbled away.

The kingdom is coming to an end.

Joe thought so.

It's just that Qiao Yi didn't expect that he was the only one who also reported the disaster.There is also the Lord of Lorraine of the white water collar.

As expected, Lorraine was reprimanded and did not receive a gift from the king.

In the words of the king, those disasters were punishments brought down by the God of Light for dissatisfaction with Lorraine, and they should not be rewarded.

After being scolded, Lorraine returned with a calm expression, as if he had expected such a result a long time ago, and was completely disappointed in Andre.

The complicated and lengthy "debriefing meeting" made Joe feel twice as bored, and he almost fell asleep leaning on Lando.

Looking back inadvertently, good guy, Lorraine has already fallen asleep on his uncle Carl.

It was past noon when the emperor finally dismissed the debriefing meeting with a wave of his hand.

The banquet just started at night, and Qiao Yi didn't bother to participate in the hypocritical entertainment of the nobles, so he simply went back to the carriage and slept until dusk.

When the bright lights illuminated the entire palace, a carriage stopped in front of the palace gate.

Girls in white collars and black robes jumped out of the carriage one by one, and finally a woman in a wheelchair came out.

It was the girls from the St. Mark's choir who had just been to the Temple of Light during the day and came to the banquet at night.

Dean Belika noticed Qiao Yi's gaze keenly. She turned her head and saw Qiao Yi.

Qiao Yi smiled and nodded towards the other party.

Belika nodded hesitantly, then turned around again.

She couldn't figure out what that beautiful boy meant, but the disgusting faces of those nobles for many years made Belika's heart full of panic for almost all nobles.

Today marks the first appearance of the choir of St. Mark before the God of Light, the Pope and the Emperor.

... What will happen to her children after tonight?

Belika clenched her fists tightly, a flash of determination flashed in her eyes.

She will never let her children suffer any harm!absolute!

……

The ball was still boring. If it wasn't for trying the royal roast goose, which was said to be the best in the southern kingdom, Joe wouldn't want to come at all.

But Qiao Yi was disappointed when he ate it.

So Joe squatted in the corner, drank wine and ate snacks with Lando—the snacks here were really good.

The two women at the next table were chatting in low voices, and the word "heretic" seemed to revolve around the words.

Joe accidentally listened to it.

"...Are those crazy women still making trouble in your father's territory?"

"Yes. They are just a bunch of devils, burning priests everywhere, and setting fire to the monastery, and taking those poor girls."

"What are they doing with the girls??"

"It is said to be an evil devil ritual to kill young girls and let them bleed."

"My God, bless the Light. This is horrible!"

"..."

On the other side, the girls of St. Mark's choir had already started singing.

Behind them, Dean Belika was three steps away from them.

Not far from her was Lorraine who was holding a wine glass and talking to Carl in a low voice.

"Love and Grace from the Light"

"dissolve our sins"

"We offer pure hearts"

"Turned into a fountain of praise to the Lord"

"Give thanks to the eternal Lord of Light..."

The clear children's voice is like a clear spring of flowing water in the mountains, washing people's impetuous hearts.

Standing with them and singing in chorus, there is also the royal choir living in the palace.

It's just that compared to the group of lively girls next to them, the girls in the royal choir are almost like a group of puppets without souls, manipulated by ... to perform stiff and empty performances.

After the song was sung, Emperor Andrei came, surrounded by the queen and all the maids.

It wasn't until this moment that the stiff and empty pupils of the girls in the royal choir showed obvious fluctuations.

It's just that the emotions that appear in their eyes are fear, panic, and suppressed despair.

As soon as Qiao looked at the two completely different groups of girls on both sides of the sub-station, his heart sank suddenly.

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