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Volume 4 Violet Tower 752 Levitation

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    At this moment, Modcic felt keenly that David was slightly unhappy.  But this emotion was fleeting, and David dispersed the crowd as if nothing had happened, and went over to talk to Vila?o.  Modsic also continued the work at hand, instructing the chamberlains to arrange the gold and red lion flags on both sides.  This was the most shabby coronation ceremony in the history of Snowton. Even the "Golden Lion" Bi Lie invited all the tribes on the grassland when he founded the country.  But now, the ceremony was held in a small square in the palace, with only a few hundred people watching, because Vilano was worried that people outside the palace would be too distracted to control the situation.  When the setting sun melts gold, the enthronement ceremony officially begins.  Under Vilannoo's order, Modsic read King Nachini's edict in public, and then those present came forward in batches to swear allegiance.  The mages and warriors under Vilannoo were watching eagerly from the sidelines. If anyone refused, they would be taken into custody.  After some cleaning, the number of people in the stadium was reduced by one-third, and many of them were familiar to Modcic.  He sighed secretly and stood by with the edict in hand, watching the farce.  After everyone had finished taking the oath, Vila?o personally put on the crown for David, which was temporarily found from the palace treasury.  "It's really ridiculous. Many of the ministers shook their heads secretly.  Did Vilano think he was the Archbishop of the Holy See, who wanted to crown the monarchs of the countries under his rule?  The last time this happened was back in the Dark Millennium Period.  David didn¡¯t say anything. He raised his head proudly and accepted the cheers from everyone.  However, due to the small number of people, the applause was sparse and seemed a bit shabby.  "Next, the king needs to appoint the chief officers of the six provinces and three divisions to form his own royal court." Modsic reminded him softly. He still knew something about the relevant process.  "This" David looked at Vilanno in embarrassment.  Each successive crown prince has his own staff, and a suitable list can be drawn up before he ascends the throne.  But he was unprepared if he had to catch a duck.  It's bound to make a mess.  ¡°Forget it, we¡¯ll make the appointment in a few days,¡± Vila?o ordered, waving his hand.  "Skip this link." "Determine the king's name and king's flag," Modsic explained in detail, "For example, the former king's name was 'Thunder Lion'. The king's flag has a black background, a golden body, and a silver mane.  Twisted into the shape of lightning" "I know," David interrupted impatiently.  He pondered, "As for me how about I be called the 'Fire Dragon King'?" "The Snowton royal family. It is lion blood that flows, not dragon blood." Modsic corrected.  "The king's name is 'Fire Dragon and Lion', the flag is also black, with a fiery red lion emblem, two wings and a curled dragon tail." Vilanoo spoke, his tone unquestionable.  "Also. The flag is decorated with silver stars," David thought for a moment and added, "to show the master's achievements." Vilano glanced at him and nodded, "Okay, that's it.  "Now that everything is confirmed, the next step is the dinner" Modsic looked around. As the sun went down, a cold wind blew up in the square. Poor old and frail officials were rubbing their hands and stamping their feet.  It couldn't dispel the bone-chilling chill. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? They had a day and didn¡¯t eat even a grain of rice.  Cold, hungry, and the future uncertain, on this occasion that should be celebrated, there was no joy on everyone's faces.  "Let's have a banquet here." However, Vilanno was not considerate.  Seeing that Modsic was hesitant to speak, the old magician hummed, "What, can't you?" "Yes." Modsic took the order and left, instructing the servants to temporarily arrange tables and chairs in the square.  Serve dishes.  All civil and military officials, red-eyed with hunger, swarmed forward, even ignoring the order of precedence.  "If the weather is cold, drink more wine," Vila?o smiled slightly, his voice echoing throughout the audience, "After the banquet, each of you will write a letter home, and I will send someone to send it to your house to say that you are safe.  ¡± The originally noisy banquet room suddenly fell into silence.  The later nobles and citizen leaders finally realized that they had boarded a pirate ship. They looked at each other in confusion, and the delicious food in their mouths was now tasteless.  "Prepare some tents for them to live in," Vilanno pointed casually, "This place is empty, just set it up on either side for easy management." This enthronement ceremony was truly unprecedented.  Modcic thought to himself while bowing and obeying the order.  However, Vila?o's eagerness actually verified his guess.  King Nachini must still be alive.  ****** The night is as cold as water, ice water.  King Nachini was tired and tired, but he couldn't sleep.  After walking out of the tent and back inside, I drank a glass of wine for half an hour, but still found it hard to swallow.  HeHaving returned to the military camp, he ordered the soldiers to leave camp early tomorrow morning and rush eastward to the "Fortress of Sorrow".  As Vilanoor said, this is the only hope left and the key to reversing victory or defeat. As long as the Elendil Corridor is reopened, reinforcements and food can pass through the Iron Wall Pass and move south continuously.  At that time, no matter what the "Lightstalker's Road" is cut off, no matter the Green River Valley Fire, Snowton's Southern Expedition can still sweep across Tiannan and regain its glory.  Really, will it?  King Nachini sighed and drank the remaining wine in the cup.  He blew out the lamp, lay down on the couch, and forced himself to sleep.  We must recharge our batteries. Even if we are to kill, we must fight our way out.  Moreover, although the "Fortress of Sorrow" is filled with resentful spirits, it has never expanded outwards. After so many years, the resentment should have dissipated, right?  With Vilanno¡¯s help, maybe we can really open up a north-south passage. ? ******? When King Nachini fell into a deep sleep, there were countless people tossing and turning in the small square inside the palace.  Every six people live in a tent, and they are not allowed to make loud noises or whisper to each other. Viranoo sends his cronies into the tent to supervise, and there are gold-robed guards patrolling back and forth outside the tent, making it foolproof.  "How many days will it take for the Barbarian Flying Cavalry to arrive?" Seeing David approaching, the old magician asked in a low voice.  "The day after tomorrow morning at the latest." David estimated for a moment and replied, "If it's quick, it will be late tomorrow night." "Order them to station ten miles north of the city," Vilannoo ordered, "Gradually take over the city defense to avoid causing trouble.  Panic." "Yes, Master, are you going to" Seeing that he seemed to be leaving, David was a little confused.  "Don't worry. I will leave the 'Dome of Stars' behind." Viranoo raised his hand and a light mist rose.  The entire palace is enveloped, and the blurred starlight is dotted throughout, making it extremely beautiful.  "The dignitaries in the city are all within the palace," the old magician said softly. "With the protection of the 'Dome of Stars', no one can invade here. You must make good use of them. Those who are perfunctory must use force to threaten and sway them."  He uses his power and position to lure them, and if anyone refuses to obey, he will kill them, so that he can control the whole city. " Pointing to the tents, Vilano turned around and walked into the palace.  Subsequently.  He chanted a spell and created a clone, pretending to be meditating, while the clone himself escaped into the void and disappeared in an instant. ? ****** ?Compared with Snowton Palace, the "Tower of Winds" is a more perfect prison.  There is no need for a "star dome" and there is no way for the prisoners to escape.  Because this is a floating island above 10,000 meters, except for the wind mage.  Anyone who jumps will be smashed into pieces.  Since that day, Onissa has never been here again. In the palace, only Allegri and Turanze faced each other every day.  It started with small talk, then heart-to-heart talk, and in the end, Allegri even taught him backgammon.  One of them wears a black robe and the other wears a blue robe. They can be torn off and kneaded into balls, which can be used as chess pieces.  As for the chessboard, it was made of the remaining spellcasting materials on Turanze's body and painted with water. The two of them had a great time playing, temporarily forgetting the troubles in their hearts.  "Brother, according to this theory, it seems that there is a more advanced way of playing?" Turanze was extremely talented, and he soon got back and forth with Allegri, and he also drew inferences from one example and raised such a question.  "Of course." Allegri raised his eyebrows, thought for a while, and began to explain the art of Go.  Turanze was obsessed with it, and he was eager to try it. He rolled up his robe and tore off strands of cloth.  "Brother, stop," Allegri quickly stopped him, "Tear it off again, and I won't have any clothes to wear." "Why should a dying person care about things outside of him?" Turanze asked.  "I want to leave a shroud, is that okay?" Allegri looked out the window and asked in surprise, "Where are we going?" From his position, he could just see the bright moon in the sky, with its ripples of light.  Ripple, boundless.  "That's the blue sea," Turanze thought for a moment and replied, "Since last night, we have been traveling westward, and now we should have arrived over Torm." "What are you doing in Torm?" Alai  Gerry was puzzled, "Could it be that Buada is here and there is any secret chess?" "Do you think they will tell me such a thing?" Turanze shrugged, and it had to be said that after this,  After hard work, his temperament has changed a lot.  "That's right," Allegri sighed, curled up and said vaguely, "I'll take a nap." Turanze nodded and stopped talking, but after a long time, Allegri could still listen.  There was the sound of strips of cloth being torn apart.  ??******?In this state, it is difficult to enter deep sleep.    Having just fallen asleep late at night and woke up again in the early morning, Allegri moved his sore joints and found Turanze sleeping soundly on the table, with large and small pieces of cloth scattered in front of him.  Allegri walked around and took a look, and couldn't help but laugh. The other party's mage robe had turned into a knee-length skirt.  He turned around and walked to the window, looking far into the distance. Under his feet were vast expanse of blue waves, and the continent was rapidly retreating.  "It turns out that their destination is not Torm, but the sea farther away," Allegri frowned and thought, "But there is nothing on the sea. Could it be that they are going to hunt sea monsters?" He shook his head  , I also find it funny.  As Turanze said, why should a dying person care about this?  "Come on, let's play a few more games." At this moment, Turanze also woke up. He shouted a few words first, then got up and walked to Allegri's side, saying in a very low voice, "Every day  At this time, the teacher will meditate for half an hour. This has been his habit for decades, and there will be no exception." Allegri was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and nodded calmly.  "Put it away." Tulanze's hand thrust a piece of cloth about a foot square under his ribs.  "What?" Allegri asked quietly.  "There are three attached magic circles on my robe, and this is one of them, the 'Levitation Technique'," Turanze replied softly, "Although it is of low level and has poor effect, it requires less magic power to activate.  If you can find a chance to escape, at least you won't fall to death." Allegri nodded silently. In his current state, even if the "Wind Wings" scroll is placed in front of him, he cannot activate it. Instead, it is a low-level "Levitation Technique".  ¡±, maybe give it a try.  "There is no need to try it now. The invisible 'wind barrier' covers the entire floating island," Turanze shook his head and sighed, "In the past, you and I could break through a small mid-level spell with just a snap of our fingers."  , But now, there is nothing we can do" "No matter what, thank you very much." Allegri put away the piece of cloth, thought about it, took out a pamphlet from his arms, handed it over and said, "This is for you.  You." "No, I can't practice fire spells either?" Turanze thought it was some kind of magic secret book, but when he took a look, he couldn't help but be surprised.  "Aren't you interested in that Christina, but she turned a blind eye?" During this period, the two of them talked about everything, and Allegri also understood their feelings, "This book can help you  A helping hand." "It's useful?" Turanze didn't quite believe it.  "Let's treat a dead horse as a live doctor." Allegri patted his shoulder, walked back to the stone table, and rested his chin in thought.  She ignored him when he asked him to play chess or talked to him. Turanze was so bored that he wandered around the palace in his knee-length skirt.  About an hour later, Rubian walked in, put a robe on the table, and said, "Sir, Master Fadreva, I want you to pay attention to your appearance." "Oh," Turanze responded casually.  Rubian had no intention of leaving, so he asked again, "What else is there?" "The master has told me that I will take the old robe back after sir changes his clothes." Rubian replied in a deep voice.  Turanze snorted coldly, changed his clothes after going to the corridor, then threw the torn robe to him, pointed to the rags on the table and said, "Do you want to take these back too?" "No, sir, keep it for fun.  ." Lubiang also felt that it was a bit excessive, folded up his robe, and left with it.  "Come, let's play chess." Turanze sat opposite Allegri and actively invited the game.  Allegri glanced at him as a sign of inquiry. It would be bad if Fadreva could see the clues and cause trouble to the other party.  Turanze smiled slightly and shook his head. Those strips of cloth were not for fun.  Allegri was relieved and looked out the window while playing chess with him.  ??The white clouds are long and the blue sea is misty. What is waiting for him at the unknown end?  ¡­(To be continued) ps: (Updated.)
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