Zongman started from grabbing girls with Wuhe Shidao

Chapter 420 IX The Fifth Person

The movement of the door opening made everyone look subconsciously. Seeing the figure of Natsuki Subaru, Emilia blinked in surprise, and subconsciously looked towards Lin Mu, and Lin Mu seemed to have guessed that Emilia would watch As if coming, they met their eyes all of a sudden.

Lin Mu shook his head slightly at Emilia, and Emilia breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up again, as if she didn't see Subaru Natsuki.

At this time, Priscilla led the strangely dressed man and Subaru Natsuki to the place where the knights were standing.

Al, the man in the helmet, naturally stood in line, while Subaru Natsuki still cringed a little.

Priscilla walked up to Lin Mu with haughty steps, showing an elegant and confident smile: "This mediocre man belongs to you, right? He insists on coming here. For your sake, I will bring him here." I~" After finishing speaking, Priscilla smiled lightly, and walked to the position of the king's candidate.

Natsuki Subaru looked at Priscilla at a loss, looked at Emilia's back, and looked at the trees, not knowing what to do for a while.

"Quietly stand here." Lin Mu said lightly.

Nayue Subaru immediately stood beside Lin Shu as if he had been pardoned.

"Um...that..."

Lin Mu glanced at him coldly, without words, but Lin Mu's voice echoed in Nayue Subaru's mind, "No matter what you want to do, hold back for me, if you destroy my layout, I will kill you and start over again. , but then you will be sealed and become incapable of action, purely a remedy tool.”

In an instant, Natsuki Subaru was stunned, his face full of disbelief.

"You guy..."

"To shut up."

The indifferent voice made Nayue Subaru feel like falling into an ice cellar. Looking at Lin Shu's frosty face, he felt very strange.

But of all the people present, no one paid attention to him, and no one cared about him.

In such an environment, he seemed so useless and redundant.

In front of that line of sight were the seats surrounding the throne, and those vacant seats were filled by the wise men who entered the arena, leaving only the central throne that only the king could sit on empty.

Then, neatly lined up in front of the elders of the Council of Wise Men was an existence that was born with brilliance and was known to others.

Headed by the orange-haired girl, several girls who were shining brilliantly lined up in a row.

Besides Emilia, there were three other people.

Priscilla standing in the center with her hands on her waist, proudly puffed her chest out and swayed the skirt of her pure red dress.Even standing in front of the sages who promoted the country, her expression did not waver in the slightest.

Standing on Priscilla's right was a woman dressed like a military uniform, with dark hair that was close to black, but if you looked closely, you would know that it was a lustrous green.Her long hair was tied with a white bow, and her beautiful and majestic face stared straight ahead.

The height is considered tall for women, but the thigh length is quite different.A sword hangs from her waist, and the sword is engraved with the lion's family crest showing its fangs. She is a beautiful woman who fits the adjective of a man's beauty.

And the person standing on Priscilla's left was far from the serious woman just now, a girl with light purple hair who gave off a lively and cheerful impression.

The hair that grows to the back is wavy, and the impression of softness is reminiscent of cotton candy.Compared with the other two, she is petite and wears a white dress decorated with a lot of fur. What is particularly noticeable is the white fox scarf hanging on the shoulders, and the huge double-pearl buckle wallet hanging below the waist, which looks like a spoof.

Each of them is a beautiful woman with different brilliance. Being here is obviously different from ordinary people.

As the armored knight standing on the stage—the man representing the knights present, resounded through the hall with a clear and loud voice, the parliament announced the start.

"—Everyone from the Council of Wise Men and the candidates for the king have arrived, and I, the head of the Knights of the Guards, Marcos, is in charge of the discussion."

"Well... I'm sorry to trouble you."

Folding his hands on the seat, an old man from the Council of Wise Men slightly lowered his jaw and nodded in response.Knight leader Marcus saluted him, and then faced all the members with a serious expression.

"This time, I would like to trouble you all to come to the king's city and gather all the sages of the sages here to elect the next king—that is, to convey a major announcement to the relevant people in the king's election."

Marcus' voice was not very loud, but it conveyed to everyone in the throne hall equally.Born with the voice of leading others, it fits perfectly with the title of Knight Commander.

"The cause of the incident was about half a year ago - headed by the previous king, the royal family blood died one after another, and the situation of a country without a king is the biggest dilemma for the kingdom, especially for the dragon kingdom Lugnica, which is also related to the "covenant" The issues are closely related."

Covenant—that is, a contract between a kingdom and a dragon.

This country exists by relying on dragons.

This is where the name of Qinlong Kingdom comes from.

"The Shenlong Polkenica is a dragon that keeps promises and values ​​righteousness. Even if the years change and time flies, he still takes care of our country from the distant waterfall."

Marcus's serious words came to an end, and Mycotov, the head of the wise men's society, touched his beard and nodded in agreement.

"Well, because of this, maintaining the covenant is closely related to the continuation of the kingdom, but the blood of the royal family is affected by the disease, it is really hateful, so the next dragon priestess must be decided as soon as possible."

"During the dragon-kissing ceremony to renew the covenant—exchange ideas with dragons and select qualified witches. The heavy responsibility that was originally passed down from generation to generation by the royal family will seek a new successor."

After saying so in a majestic voice, Marcus stood on the stage and put his hands on his chest in front of the sage meeting.

"For this reason, the Knights of the Kingdom will take over the order of the Sages' Association and will be responsible for finding the priestess chosen by Dragon Ball Glorious."

Marcus reached into his arms, with a small badge inlaid with gemstones on his palm.

It was a badge representing the qualifications of the king's election, and the dragon priestess held it, and the gemstone in the center would light up dazzlingly.

Marcos, who stepped off the stage, saluted the candidates lined up, and then raised the badge to the front.

"Everyone, show me the Dragon Balls—"

The girls answered the call, holding their badges in front of them.

In an instant, the brilliance dyed the throne hall colorfully.The source of the brilliance is the center of the emblem.

The knights all sighed, and even the deeply wrinkled faces of the members of the Society of Sages revealed a little peace of mind.

"As you can see, each candidate has the qualifications of the Dragon Priestess. After confirmation, we will obey the Dragon Calendar Stone..."

"...is that enough?"

The serious discussion was interrupted by a gentle voice.

Tilting her head in front of Marcus holding her breath was the girl who made the Dragon Balls glow blue.

The speaker was a purple-haired girl in a white dress.

"I understand that the head of the group wants to finish the sentence quickly, but the Lun family is also very busy. In Kararaki, there is a saying called [time is as precious as money]?"

The girl's tone was calm and her expression was gentle, but she directly expressed her request.She put away the dragon balls and showed a gorgeous smile.

"Rather than repeating what I'm familiar with, I'd rather hear the core reason for calling me together."

"Makes sense."

In the hall of the throne where surprise spread, the dignified voices of other women resounded.