Chapter 327: Quiet Celebration

As the black aura spread, the temperature around the royal mausoleum seemed to be gradually dropping, and the drop was getting faster and faster.

A chilly feeling rose from deep in the hearts of the guards guarding the mausoleum, making people shudder. This breath seemed to have life, wriggling and spreading madly. It constantly eroded the surrounding objects and life, making all those things withered and decayed.

"ah……"

The guards around the mausoleum were the first to be affected by the black aura. Many of them fell into deep pain and felt their vitality slipping away madly.

Their originally strong bodies quickly withered and became thin, and finally became like mummies.

Shrouded in the breath of death, everything around the mausoleum seemed so fragile. The guards fell one after another, the grass and trees completely withered, the originally smooth ground gradually broke, and the sparks of life were extinguished little by little under the suppression of this breath, leaving only deathly silence and desolation around the mausoleum.

And outside Lingshu stood a terrifying shadow.

There was a cold and cruel light in his eyes, as if he wanted to bring the whole world under his control.

If Byrne and others saw him, they would be shocked.

The old King Syat did not truly rest in peace, but turned into the terrifying King of the Undead, silently waiting for the opportunity to be reborn in the darkness!

The King of the Undead who stood up again did not lose the dignity and power he had in life!

However, unlike when he was alive, the King of the Undead exudes an aura of death that makes people shudder, and every movement is accompanied by gusts of cold wind, as if it is a cold wind blowing from hell.

His presence made the air around him heavy and oppressive, as if even breathing became difficult.

The old king Siat, who had already turned into a dead spirit, slowly spoke:

"From now on, I will no longer be the king of Syat."

"I will be the true patron saint of Syat!"

Even the Silver Hermit, the cardinal of the Church of Redemption, and many powerful monarchs including Aldrich and Byrne, could be very sure that King Syat was dead.

In fact, they were not wrong.

But no one knows that a very small number of people in the Order of Silence have gained the power of the Silent Singer's Gift, and can sing a very strange song that can temporarily transform someone into the dead.

It was the leader of the Silent Language, "The Speechless One", who, through that strange singing voice, temporarily transformed old King Syat into a dead person.

"Aldrich, even if you are a smart person, a smart person can only analyze based on the information that is available. You cannot predict what a supernatural power that you are completely unaware of can do."

His eyes flickered and he sneered.

"Human wisdom has its limits. Only extraordinary power can truly rule the world!"

There is still some time for the transformation into the dead, but Old King Syat can't wait any longer.

He knew that arrangements for the grand ceremony must begin immediately.

At this time, a female figure who looked exactly like the "Silver Poetry" Afaf appeared, although the real "Silver Poetry" was witnessing the birth of the new king in the palace at this moment.

She had long silver hair and looked very calm. She took out a letter from her bosom and handed it to Old King Syat.

Old King Syat looked at the letter calmly. It quietly turned into ashes, and those ashes formed letters one by one.

"Haha, very good."

He nodded, having learned about the situation of "The Speechless One".

"The Speechless One, your plan and mine are about to succeed."

"Let the ceremony dedicated to the Singer of Silence begin from this moment!"

——

Because the old king had just been buried, the celebration of the new king's coronation was delayed until seven days later.

Seven days later.

The celebration of the new king's coronation was filled with enthusiasm and solemnity. The whole city was dressed in festive attire, the streets were hung with flags, and the people flocked to the square in front of the palace early in the morning, looking forward to catching a glimpse of the new king.

The celebration began under the bright sunshine, with a deafening salute in front of the palace that echoed throughout the city, symbolizing the beginning of the new king's era.

A team of mighty soldiers marched out of the palace. They were dressed in gorgeous military uniforms and marched with firm steps, demonstrating the majesty of the royal family.

Then, the new king Noah walked out slowly surrounded by many ministers.

He was dressed in a dazzling royal robe and a crown on his head. He had an expressionless face and a determined look in his eyes. The appearance of Noah immediately aroused cheers from the people of the capital of Syat. People waved small flags in their hands and shouted the name of the new king.

"Your Majesty Noah!"

"Your Majesty Noah!"

"Promise, Your Majesty!"

The new king Noah ascended the high platform in the Civic Square and delivered his coronation speech.

"I promise to work for the prosperity of the country and the well-being of the people..."

The speech aroused warm applause from the people, and people's expectations and confidence in the new king reached its peak at this moment.

The celebration reached its climax.

Dancers dressed in gorgeous costumes danced gracefully in the square. Their dance moves were light and elegant, expressing the joy of the new king's ascension to the throne. Musicians played cheerful music, and the whole square was immersed in a joyful atmosphere.

The Fisher family was also present at the celebration.

Darren said in a very unpleasant tone: "Haha, actually a few days ago, the whole country, oh, at least the whole Wangdu was still in sorrow, right?"

"Everyone adapted quickly! Or maybe they just became sad because of the atmosphere, and then became happy because of the atmosphere, hehe."

At the end of the celebration, the new king Noah came before many citizens of the royal capital.

He smiled and waved to the crowd, accepting their blessings and cheers.

The entire celebration ended in laughter and joy. Many people felt that this day was not only a celebration, but also the beginning of a new era, an era full of hope and dreams.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly, and when the major families left the capital of Syat one after another, Byrne in the black carriage kept thinking about Kano's prophecy.

He was well aware that Kano's prediction was a "certain prophecy", that is, a prophecy that would basically happen if certain preparations and changes were not made.

Byrne heard Darren's voice sitting next to him: "Let's go to the nearby port and take a boat back to Nasir City."

He nodded and said, "Yeah."

Darren smiled and continued, "To be honest, I have always had some dark thoughts in my mind, such as the Redemption Church and the Yardley Royal Family joining forces to capture us all in one fell swoop."

"Some of the preparations I made are no longer needed, but that's a good thing," Byrne said calmly.

He paused, and continued, "But we shouldn't be too happy too soon. Many dangers haven't appeared yet. Perhaps we just haven't seen them clearly, or they haven't really arrived yet."

In the sunny weather, the sunlight in the port shines like golden silk, giving the busy dock a warm sheen.

The sea sparkles, the breeze blows gently, bringing a faint salty smell and the whistles of distant ships, interweaving into a very harmonious harbor symphony.

A towering clock tower stood at a corner of the harbor. The Fischer family and their entourage could hear the melodious sound of the bells and the exquisitely carved window frames sparkling in the sun.

Byrne pulled aside the curtain of the carriage and looked outside calmly.

The workers at the dock were busy loading and unloading goods. Their figures cast long shadows in the sun. Many boxes were stacked neatly aside, like building blocks.

In the distance, several ships were sailing leisurely on the sea, and seagulls were circling in the air, making crisp calls.

Byrne and others could smell the salty smell of sea water in the air and the faint aroma of coffee coming from a cafe in the distance. He got off the carriage and came to the path to the harbor, where he heard the sound of waves hitting the shore in the distance.

At this moment, they saw the carriage of the Roman family, and soon "Dragon Tamer" Aldrich and "Fire" Amos also got off the carriage.

Byrne pointed to the steamship on the sea and said, "Mr. Aldridge, Mr. Amos, it's great to see you again."

He smiled and continued, "Our family's ship is there. We will be heading back soon. We will see you again later."

Darren and Chris also nodded to the two people from the Roman family.

In fact, the great nobles wanted to stay for a few days to discuss many future policies of Syat with the new king Noah. However, Noah said that he did not want to make any immediate changes for the time being. He decided to solicit opinions from all parties in Syat after a while, investigate the specific conditions in various places, and then make some targeted reforms.

So after the celebration, members of the great noble families began to return home by various means.

Aldridge thought for a while and smiled, "The new king Noah said that he will soon absorb everyone's opinions and investigate the situation in various places. It seems that he is actually more capable than we thought."

At this moment, a carriage with the mark of the Holy Grail slowly approached the crowd, and all five of them looked over.

An envoy from the royal family of Yardley stepped out of the carriage.

He was dressed neatly and gorgeously. He took a deep breath and said seriously:

"His Majesty the King asked me to convey his order, asking Lord Aldrich and Lord Byrne to return to the capital. He decided to discuss the specific details of reforming the Siat Kingdom with the two Lords!"

Byrne and Aldridge looked at each other, wondering what King Noah was going to do.

Darren frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "With King Noah's behavior, is he determined to exclude Marquis Rad, the 'Volcano Dragon', and Marquis Samuel, the 'White Spirit', from the center of power?"

Byrne fell into deep thought.

At this moment, Chris suddenly said: "Don't go back, I feel the breath of death."

Byrne was stunned for a moment, and recalled everything mentioned in the prophecy, blood, throne, skull...

He said categorically:

"If you don't go back, we'll leave immediately!"

(End of this chapter)