Public trial?You deserve it too!

The emperor came to a conclusion flatly.

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"Your Majesty wants to see me? Why are you in such a hurry? Didn't you say that we are going to prepare a triumphal ceremony and a celebration banquet, and let us stay outside the imperial capital for a day?"

Claude looked at Jung in front of him with a strange expression.

"I don't understand either, but His Majesty calls you to have an audience with the decree passed down from the palace."

Jung also had obvious doubts. It wasn't even the guards or court servants who came to deliver the message, but the members of the mage group.

"Just me? No one else?"

"No, it's a court mage who came, you just need to enter the palace with him."

Jung shook his head, then hesitated for a moment, and still urged.

"Remember, you can answer whatever your majesty asks. Think about the question I asked you. I didn't have time to elaborate on this lie detection method. I learned this method in the palace. It must have made them more proficient in using it. , So if you have anything to say, even if you don’t want to be a guardian knight, His Majesty asked, you have to tell the truth.”

Claude listened to his words, and his face became a little nervous, but it quickly dissipated.

"Okay, I will definitely remember your teachings."

He wanted to pretend to have a relaxed smile, but it looked a little ugly.

After all, he was still a young man, so he was always nervous to see His Majesty.

Jung thought so, and quietly approached Claude's ear to exhort him.

"If you feel that looking at His Majesty will make you too nervous to speak, just kneel down on one knee and bow your head before speaking."

After the old man finished speaking, he saw that Claude's face was unnatural for a while, and then he suddenly realized again.

"It turns out that this is not rude."

He touched his scar with an inexplicable meaning in his tone.

"Of course not. How can you young people easily bear the majesty of His Majesty the Emperor?" Jung laughed and pointed to the carriage outside.

"That's the carriage of the palace, hurry up, don't keep His Majesty waiting."

The original sentence I wrote is obviously [university and imperial capital political struggle], right?How can this be understood as a political struggle in the academy?A military academy can have a fart political struggle, it's not the student union in the university now.

Originally, I wanted to turn from the knight confrontation to the treacherous and turbulent, to bring everyone a sense of expectation, but in the end, I was stunned as if I was going to play house. I am too lazy to read this book, so I posted it All deleted.

In addition, I wish all the friends who take the postgraduate entrance examination to get good grades. Anyway, the book will be settled on Monday, so everyone will take the exam seriously first, thank you for your support.

PS2: Someone asked me how much I ordered first, I laughed to death, there was no update at all. Q group:: Yiliu 8 177 [-] Yiliu

The Wind Rises on Europa: Chapter 77 Chapter 74 Passionate

Claude looked at the mage who was silently leading the way in front of him, feeling a little helpless in his heart.

On the way in the carriage, he asked several completely reasonable and compliant questions that he had carefully considered, but he didn't get any response from him. The other party just stared at Claude with a dead face. , as if he was afraid that he would run away, and then Claude was also silenced by his gaze. It was not until he got out of the carriage with the mage that he finally let go of the dead man's stare and walked to the palace without any danger.

"Your Majesty, Claude Kaos has been brought here."

An old man came out, he glanced at Claude, nodded, turned to the young mage and said, "Go down, I'll take care of it next."

"Yes!"

The mage immediately left without looking back.

"follow me."

Claude's heart moved, and the other party looked at him, obviously recognizing who he was, which meant that he must have observed him for a while before.

But the boy had no impression of this person.

[In the college, he is a professor, he pays more attention to you than ordinary students, but he didn't come to chat with you, or have any abnormal behavior, so I didn't report it. 】

Claude nodded silently in his heart, did not ask aloud, just followed up pretending not to know.

The two walked into the palace in silence, until the old man in front stopped, saluted, and then stood aside, Claude realized that the one in front of him was the supreme ruler of this country.

"Claude Chen, I have seen His Majesty."

He immediately knelt down on one knee, lowered his gaze, and said respectfully.

[The same magic detection as Jung, but more comprehensive, and it doesn't seem to come from the same person]

Claude got tired of it for a while, and Jung's serious face really deceived him before, co-authoring that's all, it's still the same old way.

"Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Claude stood up, but his eyes were still stubbornly glued to the ground.

"Why don't you dare to look at me?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, I'm a little nervous. Before entering the palace, Mr. Jung mentioned that if you are speechless due to His Majesty's aura, you should lower your head. This is not rude."

"Hmph, what if I ask you to look up at me?"

Claude moved his gaze up and looked at the emperor.

An old and vigorous lion.

This is Claude's evaluation, but it just makes him feel a little strange. So did Jung, and so did the old mage just now. Does the emperor even have any BUFF that he and his subordinates get stronger as they get older?

He lowered his gaze again, but straightened his waist.

"What? Are you not nervous?"

"Going back to His Majesty, I'm still nervous, but I can talk now, but I just feel that it's too rude to keep staring at Your Majesty."

"Really? However, I think it would be more impolite not to reveal your real name."

"That's really rude." Claude nodded in agreement, then raised his head, only to find that the emperor was staring at him.

"Your Majesty... Are you talking about a minister?"

Claude didn't even let the system cheat, because he is really confused now, and he has no idea how he became a pseudonym.

It's broken, am I the substitute?

"Isn't it? I don't know that there is a nobleman named Kaos, and you keep saying that you want to revitalize the family. Is this your real name?"

The emperor also frowned, and the whisper in his ear told him that the young man in front of him was really confused.

"Chen... His name is indeed Claude Kaos, and there is no other name. As for the status of nobleman, it was indeed a long, long time ago."

Claude immediately pushed the system frantically in his heart.

'That boss of yours is so unreliable?Gave me a false identity? '

[It's true, your family crest can be used as a testimony, and it can be found. 】

"Your Majesty, I have a family coat of arms, which can be used for research."

Carl got the signal and immediately walked to Claude.

The boy carefully took out the close-fitting coat of arms and handed it over.

"Is this... a withered flower?"

Karl was a little surprised. As soon as he got the coat of arms, he knew it must be real, and it was a very ancient method of making heraldry coats of arms. It was even extravagantly mixed with some mithril to keep it from being worn out. This is very interesting. It may have been left by the first emperor and the Pope in the first year of the Continental Era.

It is true that many nobles use flowers as family crests, but who would use a withered flower?This is too tasteless, right?

Wait, the family from the founding of the empire...the withered flower...the withered iris! ?

There was a look of shock in Karl's eyes. He returned the coat of arms to Claude, nodded to His Majesty, and then told his guess in secret words.

There was also a hint of surprise on the emperor's face, but he soon calmed down. He looked at Claude's face and asked.

"The wound on your face was left in the province of Provence? Use some medicine as soon as possible to make it recover. To become Leticia's guardian knight, the face is still very important."

"Maybe it will get better after a while, maybe it won't get better."

"Why?"

"Probably because the wound drawn by the blade full of resentment is difficult to heal."

"Resentment?" the emperor asked with great interest, "The people of the Church resent you for ruining their plan?"

"The person who slashed and wounded the minister was not a member of the Theocracy, but an ordinary civilian who chose to rebel after being confused and instigated by the Theocracy."

Claude said calmly.

"A commoner can cut down a knight of justice? Don't you explain it? Otherwise, I have some doubts about whether you are qualified to be a guardian."

"Your Majesty, I have nothing to explain, but if Your Majesty allows me to ask a question, then I may have an explanation."

"Say."

"A civilian who has no magic power and has never received any military training, and even the only weapons he has held in his hands before this is farm tools. How can he have the courage and determination to hold a sword and slash at a fully armed man? Knight's?"

The emperor narrowed his eyes.

"Is it because of the instigation of the Church?"

"The minister's explanation was that the minister was careless at the time, so it was indeed difficult for him to undertake the duty of protecting the princess."

"Hmph, you dare to come to me because I'm perfunctory for you?" The emperor snorted coldly, "Then I'll give you an answer, but if your answer doesn't satisfy me, then you should study hard in the future, how should you hold it?" Farm tools."

The emperor stood up and looked straight at Claude sharply.

"It's because of the oppression and exploitation of those nobles, which made them feel that they can't live anymore. Only the rebellion can have a way of life, and no matter how short this way of life is, it will be longer than continuing to be the subjects of those nobles!"

In the shadows in the corner of the hall, there was a faint sound, as if there were only a few figures, but there seemed to be nothing.

"Now, tell me why you got hurt."

"The answer of the minister is that the minister must bear this knife."

Claude knelt down on one knee and lowered his head.

"Following the iron rules of knights, I should protect the weak and uphold justice. As a knight, this is what my heart asks me to do, but as a soldier of the empire, I must eradicate all who are enemies of the empire , not to mention those who betrayed the empire. So I took this knife because I knew it was a disgrace as a knight, and then I killed him because I knew it was my duty as a soldier."

Inside the palace, there was silence.

The anger in the emperor's eyes disappeared, as if it was just a drama, he looked at Claude with appreciation for the first time.

"Raise your head."

The boy raised his head and looked at the emperor. In his eyes, there was no fear of offending the emperor or awe of majesty, but only calmness and determination.

"Aren't you afraid that I will really ruin your knight talent?"

"I'm afraid, but I can't hide my heart from His Majesty because of this."

"After all, you are a young man. Carl would actually say that you have no arrogance. It seems that he sometimes misreads you."

The emperor nodded with a calm tone, then sat on the throne again, raised his hand, and signaled Claude to stand up and speak.

"So, you have sympathy for those civilians?"

"Your Majesty, I'm still a commoner. It's just that I'm lucky and have some knight talent." Claude stood up, but didn't lower his head again. "I also planted land with my father when I was young. Because of my father's military status and military merits, he was able to exempt part of the tax, but other people did not have such treatment."

"I have seen the scene when the tax collectors came to the fields. An old farmer, facing a much younger official, knelt down on the land that belonged to him, with a humble but flattering expression, just to be able to Get a little more, the fruit of his labor after a year of hard work. Behind him is his wife and children kneeling there meekly. They are waiting for the final judgment, because that determines whether they can wait until the next day without hunger. One harvest, and the results are always not as expected.”

The emperor did not speak.

"My father would help some people who really had no food, but he never raised any criticism or questioned the taxation of the empire. He told me that the empire needed these grains, and enemies were everywhere, so I never doubted However, because we enjoy peace within the empire, we should naturally provide some price for the soldiers. But this time I went to the province of Provence, and everything I saw made me a little confused."

"Those lands, the fertile land, are uncultivated during the spring plowing, and the weeds are overgrown. I asked the survivors, and they told me that it was the land taken from them by the nobles. They can cultivate it, but all year round, one The food that a young man can fall into his hands is only enough for him to spend the winter alone, and then go to the nobles’ land to cultivate the next year. But for the sake of their families, no one is willing to do such a thing.”

Claude didn't continue talking, but lowered his head, looking like he was waiting.

"Are you blaming me?"

"The minister is just avenging grievances."

"In this Roman palace, you are the first to avenge the common people."

The emperor looked at Claude, but unexpectedly there was no sense of accountability in his tone.

"what do you want?"

"I hope that His Majesty will spare those bewitched civilians when dealing with the Provence Provincial Rebellion!"

The emperor chuckled.