Chapter 325: The Dust of the Old Times
The sky seemed to have cracked open a huge hole, pouring down endless silver threads. The rain was like a crazy drummer, violently beating the earth, making a deafening roar.
The whole world was shrouded in rain, hazy and chaotic. The dense raindrops gathered into torrents that rushed and jumped on the ground, stirring up layers of white splashes.
The trees on both sides of the streets of the Syat capital swayed gracefully in the wind and rain, and the branches and leaves were crackling in the rain.
The master bedroom in a villa located in a wealthy area.
Marquis Rad, the "Volcano Dragon", was dressed in black and holding a glass of red wine in his hand. He looked calmly at his old friend, Marquis Samuel, the "White Spirit".
Ladd Castleton said calmly:
"It's amazing, isn't it? We just live a little longer."
"But in just a few years, we have become the two most powerful extraordinary nobles in this country, because the two old guys who are stronger than us were taken away by the god of death... Hehe, time is ruthless and terrifying, and fate is unpredictable. After all, no one can escape death."
"Not even those two legendary founders of the nation."
He stared into the shadows.
Marquis Samuel, the "White Spirit," stood in the shadows, wearing a white robe, his face shrouded in darkness.
The man in the shadow is like a lonely traveler. Although he is low-key and mysterious, his existence is impossible to ignore.
He never opened his mouth.
Marquis Rad also knew clearly that his old friend didn't like to talk, so he chuckled and continued:
"The new king will most likely be chosen from Prince Bain, the 'Rock Hammer', and Prince Noah, the 'Sword of Redemption'. The Yadley royal family has the blood of redemption, and their ancestors are saints recognized by the Church of Redemption. Even if the Yadley royal family has weakened due to the death of the old man, its status is not something we can easily shake."
Yes.
An important reason why the Yadli royal family was qualified to lead the Syats to migrate eastward and were protected by the church was that their ancestor had the blood of the Lord of Redemption and was also a saint recognized by the Church of Redemption.
In addition to possessing extremely powerful power, the symbolic meaning of the "Blood of Redemption" is also extraordinary!
The gigantic Church of Redemption is naturally the behind-the-scenes supporter of the Syat royal family.
Marquis Rad began to analyze the situations of the two candidates.
"There are actually many differences between Prince Bain and Prince Noah. Prince Bain is an old man who is loyal to the royal family, has a strong sense of honor, and is relatively conservative. If he takes the throne, he will most likely continue to use all past policies."
"But Prince Noah is different. He is undoubtedly obsessed with becoming stronger. If he inherits the throne, it is likely that the central power will be left vacant... Compared to everything else in the Siat Kingdom, 'Sword of Redemption' Noah Yardley hopes to break through to a higher level as soon as possible. In fact, he is indeed a genius. It is only a matter of time for him to break through to the middle monarch level. He may even have a chance to aspire to the upper monarch level."
The monarch is on the throne.
That level is what many extraordinary people want to reach, but so far, there are only a handful of top-level strongmen who have reached the position of monarch in the four eastern countries.
Marquis Rad knew very well that there was a high probability that he would not be able to become a monarch in his lifetime.
Especially when he had this idea, it became even more impossible for him to achieve his goal. Anyone who could truly become a top-level powerhouse was, without exception, extremely stable and resolute in his heart, and would never question his own way forward.
After a long silence, Marquis Rad continued:
"So, I think supporting Prince Noah is our best option."
"Only when the central power of the Siat Kingdom becomes vacant, will your family and my family have a chance to become the supreme family."
The so-called "Supreme Family" refers to the families that have become royal families on the continent of Oden.
Become the King!
Since ancient times, that has been the ambition of many people!
Almost all the great nobles have the desire to become the supreme family in their deepest hearts!
Even though they never talked about it in public, as a family of kings, they still knew the desire of those people to "be loyal" when they looked at their vassals.
The momentum of the rainstorm has not diminished at all. It rages across the sky and earth like a ferocious beast, covering everything under its tyranny.
In the distance, lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the dark night sky. The rumbling of thunder was like a war drum, interweaving with the roar of the rainstorm, forming a thrilling symphony.
Marquis Rad drank the red wine in one gulp and continued speaking.
"The Roman family, the Fussack family, the Jones family, and the new fisherman family will undoubtedly become our number one rivals."
He paused.
The murderous intent in his eyes gradually became more serious, and the glass in his hand gradually cracked due to the high temperature.
"In fact, too many trade-offs are futile!"
"Sooner or later, there will be a battle between the powerful under power."
Marquis Samuel in the shadows still didn't speak. He seemed like an unfinished oil painting, profound and mysterious.
His figure was wrapped in the thick curtain of night, leaving only a vague but firm outline, like a candle swaying in the wind, flickering and full of uncertainty.
The face of the "White Spirit" was hidden in the shadows, revealing only a pair of deep eyes.
"Fischer."
Rad was stunned for a moment. When he heard his old friend mention Fisher alone, he immediately recalled Byrne and Chris whom he had met.
"We should pay special attention to Fischer, as they are the most troublesome ones."
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The funeral begins.
The heavy rain has stopped, and in the dim light of dawn, the grand funeral of the king slowly began. The entire city of Syat was immersed in solemnity and sorrow.
The sky was covered with thick clouds, as if even the heavens were mourning the passing of this great monarch.
The breeze blew gently, bringing with it a hint of coolness, blowing the flags and white banners fluttering at the funeral, making a rustling sound, as if it was a wail between heaven and earth.
The streets of the city were flooded with crowds of people. Almost everyone was wearing black mourning clothes and had sad expressions on their faces. They walked silently in the procession, holding flowers and candles in their hands, to see the king off. On both sides of the street and on the tall buildings, black elegiac couplets were hung, filled with words of mourning for the king.
In the palace square, a huge coffin stood there, covered with white silk and gold decorations, looking solemn and dignified.
Around the huge coffin, countless soldiers, nobles and officials stood in line, their faces mostly filled with grief and respect.
Byrne and Chris and Darren are also in the team.
They were dressed in black mourning and remained silent.
Byrne had noticed Prince Bane and Prince Noah among the group.
Prince Bain was still the same gloomy-looking old man as always.
He clenched his hands tightly, tears kept flowing from his eyes, and he was unable to suppress the great grief in his heart.
Prince Noah was a young man with long golden hair. He was thin but nearly two meters tall. He looked very indifferent and there seemed to be no human emotions in his eyes.
"Sword of Redemption" Prince Noah?
If Aldridge's guess is correct.
He will most likely be the new king of Syat!
At this moment, the blond Noah suddenly turned his head and looked at Byrne with an expressionless face.
The two sides nodded to each other and then looked away.
A huge golden holy grail was quietly suspended above the coffin, symbolizing the king's supreme power and dignity, but at this moment it became a witness to his death.
As the ceremony began, solemn funeral music sounded, echoing throughout the square.
The soldiers in the royal capital sang the national anthem in unison, their voices loud and firm, as if telling people the king's greatness and indelible contributions.
At the same time, a group of priests of the Church of the Redeemed, dressed in white robes, began to pray for the king.
One of the cardinals of the Church of Redemption, Siat's hidden patron saint, the Silver Hermit, slowly came to the spirit shaft and spoke in a voice that no one else could hear.
"I didn't expect that you would be ahead of me after all."
"When you, the Roman family and I came here, the three of us were busy with our careers day and night, but we never thought about how we would die."
"After I lost my power, I just watched you two lead this country forward."
The Silver Hermit was silent for a long time, then muttered to himself:
"Perhaps, this ending is also a perfect ending for you."
"In the end, you didn't go crazy and do anything that betrayed your original intention because of the price of the forbidden artifact."
"The great Redeemer will protect your soul..."
"I will help the Yardley royal family move on and choose a suitable new king, not only because you have the blood of redemption, but also because of our friendship over the past hundred years."
Some people in the crowd were sobbing quietly, some were praying silently, and everyone was expressing their mourning and respect for the king in their own way.
In the team, Byrne knew deep down in his heart that this funeral was not just a farewell to a country's monarch, but also the end of an era and the beginning of another.
As the great sun slowly rose and illuminated the entire square, the king's coffin was slowly lifted up and carried by the soldiers towards the distant mausoleum.
At that moment, the entire capital fell silent, with only the sound of funeral music and the orderly footsteps of the soldiers echoing.
After the king's coffin entered the mausoleum, the entire Syat kingdom observed a long moment of silence.
Then, the many noble members present raised their heads, and they finally heard the old and powerful voice of the Silver Hermit.
"Guardians of the kingdom, head to the palace, where we will choose a new king for Syat!"
"The legends of the past have been buried in the mausoleum. From now on, Siat will enter a new era!"
(End of this chapter)
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