The Past of the Speaker of Parliament (Part 2)

It snows in the North all year round, and the cold snow covers half of the city centered on the Holy City. In the era before the Black Mist, the North was also called the Breath of the White Dragon. It is said that a group of white dragons live here, and their breath brings frost when they are asleep, so the country guarding this place is also called the Kingdom of the White Dragon.

But that was a long, long time ago. The ancient country has been buried by the black mist, the skeleton of the dragon has decayed, and only the Holy Kingdom stands on the ice and snow, praising the power of the Lord of All Things and All Powers.

The Pope strolled through the icy courtyard, where low-ranking clergy were sweeping the ground. Seeing this high-ranking team, the young clergy hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at the faces of the people who came. He heaved a sigh of relief when the boots in his sight moved away, picked up the broom in both hands and continued to sweep the snow.

Only when we were far away did the Pope speak: "You know, Huell, most people in the church don't know me. If I take off this dress, they will probably just think of me as an ordinary person who comes to worship."

The priest who followed him immediately replied: "This will not happen. You are our shepherd, and everyone knows your majesty."

"No need for compliments. I'm not testing your loyalty."

The Pope looked far away and said, "How sad! They recognize the crown on my head and the title of Pope, but they may not recognize me personally."

These words were too bold, cold sweat trickled down Huell's forehead, and he lowered his head even lower. As the youngest high priest promoted by the Pope, even though he had the qualifications to stand beside the other party, Huell still could not understand the other party's thoughts.

"You are the leader appointed by the Lord, the guiding light for us, the Lambs. How could someone not recognize you? If so, the Lord would certainly not favor him."

"As long as it carries the glory of our Lord, it doesn't matter if it's not me sitting here. The name of Pope is just a nickname and doesn't mean anything."

The Pope looked away. Judging from his appearance, he was just a child next door, but his young body exuded a sense of maturity that was far beyond his appearance, so much so that people had to bow their heads in front of him.

"What do you think of the Partington affair?"

"I think the most important thing right now is to find out the situation of the Speaker of the Council. Although the Noble Association and the Church are fighting, as the two major allies of the human camp, we must know where the Speaker of the Council is."

Speaking of this, Huell finally showed his ability. A trace of worry flashed across his face: "If something happens to the Speaker of the Parliament, we must immediately elect a new Speaker of the Parliament. This position must not be vacant."

Since the Dark Mist Age, humans have long been plagued by monsters and pollution, and their territory has shrunk year by year. This represents countless bloody numbers. The gods can no longer protect humans, and in the face of crisis, the original heroes stand up.

At that time, the Noble Association had not yet been established, and the first people to stand out were only the first generation founders of the association. Twelve representatives followed the example of the Twelve Gods and established an alliance. Later, due to their proliferation, they were also called the Twelve Round Table Families.

It is said that during the era of divine favor, the twelve gods made an agreement at a round table when they were first established.

The God of the Burning Sun said, we gather here today to celebrate the coming peace.

The Moon Goddess poured fine wine into the silver cup, the Goddess of Beauty performed a moving dance, the Goddess of Darkness ordered the stars to come and decorate her, and the God of War laughed and beat the war drum to accompany her.

The gods got drunk for three days and three nights, and agreed that the twelve gods would never fight each other and would protect the peace of mankind forever. This is also called the "Round Table Oath."

The Twelve Round Table Families got their name from this, meaning an immortal covenant.

But things did not go as planned. Even the gods would fight against each other and gradually die in the war between gods, let alone humans?

As time went by, the various families fought for power, dragging the entire human race into the quagmire of war. At this time, a new hero emerged, he was the first chairman of the parliament.

Bards often say that every age has its own heroes. According to this saying, the emergence of the first president of the council seemed to be a matter of fate.

He stopped the dispute of the twelve round tables and handled the crisis fairly, which won the respect and love of the people. The Noble Association once became a synonym for order. It was also from that time that the Noble Association established its leading position in human society.

In order to protect the civilians, the president of the parliament finally died with the monster. The second president of the parliament inherited his legacy and died while fighting against many enemies. The subsequent presidents of the parliament inherited his spirit and worked hard for the continuation of mankind until their death. The word has been shaped into an immortal monument through generations of life. It can be said that this name has long transcended its own existence and has become a kind of belief and sustenance.

The current president of the parliament is the strongest person in history. He has been the focus of everyone's attention since he was born, just because his father was the strongest person at that time and took office as the president of the parliament.

This is extremely rare in the lineage of the president of the council. The bloodline of the president of the council will sever ties with family, relatives, and friends, and devote their lives to the future of mankind. It is rare to form family ties with others.

The current president of the council is the only son of the previous president. Perhaps because of his father, the president of the council has shown outstanding talent and pursuit of justice since childhood. He is kind to others and serious about himself. He got to know the young pope and the head of the brainworm family at that time, and established his own power in the Bloodline Academy.

At that time, a large number of talents embarked on their own paths because of his encouragement, and there were many people who knew him well. Even the chief researcher of the Mechanical City had a close relationship with him. Later, the president of the parliament repeatedly saved people from danger in the trials and killed a large number of monsters. He was active at the forefront of the battlefield and once became a banner for his companions to move forward.

No one knows that man better than the Pope.

The person who understands you best is your enemy, and the second best is your friend. And he happens to be both.

If the Pope were to describe him, he would probably be described as "legendary" just like everyone else.

From the moment we met, the Speaker of the Council was a person who was so perfect that it was amazing. This word always carries a hint of worship when used to describe a living person, and it was even more so when applied to that man.

At least in their time, the Speaker of the House was a well-deserved leader. In a sense, bloodline ability can reflect a person's inner heart. The Speaker of the House's bloodline [Judge] is a reflection of his inner heart. As long as the justice he upholds is immortal, he will not despair.

Facing the Speaker's concerns, Huell was not worried: "The Speaker is the strongest man in the world and has once ventured into the depths of the black fog on his own. You don't have to worry too much. The most important thing right now is to solve the aftereffects of the Partington Mutation."

Even if something really happened to the president of the parliament, the death of a strong man like him would definitely cause a shocking change that could not be hidden. Therefore, no news is the best news. Either the Noble Association deliberately concealed it, or the president of the parliament was really seriously injured, which is better than the worst result.

"That's what I'm worried about. That person shouldn't be in this situation. He has always been at the forefront."

Whether there was something wrong with the Speaker of the Parliament or someone was plotting against him, it would bring shocking turmoil to mankind. The Pope looked into the distance, and the snowflakes covered the earth. He sighed softly.

“Just hope everything is alright.”

Humankind has suffered enough disasters and hardships and cannot withstand even the slightest storm.

......

At the western border, in the Viscount’s mansion.

In front of the warm dining table, Mason was still trying to pry open the corner of the parliament president.

"Mom, what would happen if the Speaker betrayed humanity?"

Faile tapped his forehead in annoyance. "If even the shield that protects humanity betrays humanity, many people will surely despair. Just tell your parents about this, but don't let anyone outside hear it, or they will be taken away. The Twelve Round Table Families are the most loyal supporters of the Speaker. If you spread this kind of talk to others, be careful that someone will come to your door."

Mason sighed helplessly in his heart. This was a dead end.

The successive presidents of the council have created a glorious image, and the power struggles involved are enough to make one's scalp tingle. If the monster lord brings external troubles, then the president of the council brings internal troubles.

He probably left quietly because of this. As long as his identity is not exposed, he will still be the leader of the association even if he disappears. Without decisive evidence, people may not believe his betrayal. This is a monument that generations of leaders have built with their lives, and it can even be called a stereotype. It is extremely difficult to overturn.

The more this happened, the angrier Mason became.

The Speaker not only betrayed the living, but also let down the dead. Everyone thought he would bring hope to humanity, but the Speaker personally pushed humanity into the abyss.

According to the intelligence of the Merchant Guild, many people with mutation symptoms have appeared in Partington now. There are too many of them to be eliminated directly.

The ability of a bloodline is related to its own pollution level. The higher the pollution level, the stronger the bloodline ability. High pollution concentration will certainly reflect on the body and mind, causing mutations.

After all, there are only a few people like Bai who can maintain their sanity after mutation. He is an excellent experimental subject that Margarita has researched after repeated experiments, and he is the only lucky one among hundreds of sacrifices. The Partington people are directly catalyzed by high-concentration black mist. The principle is similar to that of the City of Insects, and the success rate is extremely low.

Bloodline people were fine, as they were used to coexisting with pollution. Except for some bloodline people who were already on the verge of death, others would not go crazy even if they mutated. But those ordinary people who suddenly mutated did not last long before they mutated again, and most of them had been dealt with. As for those who lost their minds, there were countless of them. Even if the profiteers took action in time, I am afraid that the entire Partington would be reduced to a dead city.

And this is just the beginning. When the storm sweeps across the entire human territory, the consequences are completely unimaginable. All this is just the beginning. The Speaker's strategy is entirely based on a large number of sacrifices. If, as he said, human progress must be sacrificed, who will ask those bones whether they are willing to sacrifice their lives?

These dead were not heroes, they were just people trying to live.

The spoon made a slight sound when it touched the bowl, and Fayrel gently reminded, "A guest is here to see you."

"I didn't disturb you from eating, did I? I came to discuss the departure with Mason."

Aurelius poked his head in through the door with a cynical smile on his face. The flax-haired boy stood up hastily, shouted, "I'm full!" and ran out the door.

"Really? This kid hasn't finished his meal yet."

The mother couldn't help showing a distressed expression when she saw this. Abner smiled and said, "Let the child do whatever he wants when he grows up. He will do very well."

Faile gave him an annoyed look: "Do I look like such an unkind mother?"

The other party quickly begged for mercy: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my dear, you are the most gentle and lovely woman in the world."

As they chatted, the boy walked out the door, his expression calming down.

"Let's go."

He said this and walked out the door without hesitation.

The red-haired youth, the mechanic, and the silver-haired saint were waiting outside the door. They all had the same expression as him, which was extremely resolute and serious.

When we walk out of here, we will face a new storm, but one thing is very clear.

If this is the future that the Speaker of Parliament wants to see, then forget about this future!