Everyone was stunned when they saw the round table and twelve thrones that Ryan constructed with a wave of his hand.
Then they heard Ryan's question.
"I've never been to the Court of Nations. Is this what the Twelve Round Tables in the Council Hall look like?"
Hearing this, everyone nodded silently to Ryan. Although their appearances were quite different, the overall layout was almost exactly the same.
Otto thought more and came to Ryan, reminded him in a low voice and said.
"Ryan, the Twelve Round Tables represent the continent's highest council. They represent dignity and authority. This is not something to joke about."
Otto did not choose to transmit his voice, but spoke in a low voice so that the others could hear clearly what they wanted to hear.
䀴When the other people heard this, a trace of worry flashed in their eyes, and they took a few steps back from the throne.
Ryan laughed funny at Otto's reminder.
"Otto, I know the Twelve Round Tables represent the highest power on the continent, but this isn't the real Twelve Round Tables. It's just a replica at best."
"There are plenty of places on the mainland that have copied the Twelve Round Tables. I, Ryan, can handle this little round table meeting."
"Besides, everyone outside is watching what happens in our secret realm. If there was anything wrong, they would have warned us long ago." Ryan patted Otto's shoulder and comforted him.
Otto sighed lightly, smiled, and agreed with Ryan's words.
Then Ryan took Otto and Qitra to the round table in front of him.
"Everyone, please take a seat."
Ryan said after sitting down on a throne.
When everyone saw Ryan sitting on the chair and there was no reaction from the outside world, they breathed a sigh of relief and rushed forward.
Ryan, Otto, Joan of Arc, the Elf Princess Ophelia, and the blond man from the Church of the Six Deadly Sins took their seats as the four victorious parties.
Then Manuel from the Cangya tribe thought for a moment and found a seat to sit down.
As for Irving and Fletcher of the Dwarf Tribe, Wendia of the Magic Association, and Cyril of the Wolf Country, they stood aside very rationally.
After all, their current identity is prisoners, although they don't know why Ryan called them over.
Caird from the Far East also stood with them.
Seeing this, Ryan looked at the others and said.
"Everyone, please sit down. Why are you still so nervous?"
The people standing there looked at each other, not knowing what Ryan was going to do, but they still obediently chose a throne and sat on it.
At this point, eleven of the twelve seats were occupied, and one seat was empty.
But Ryan didn't find it strange and just waved his hand.
The Mist Lord Token and the Mist Token poured out of Ryan's magic device like a tide, like two torrents, one gold and one black.
The huge amount took Ryan several minutes to dig out.
Soon, the Mist Lord Token and the Mist Token were arranged neatly in the air behind Ryan.
47 Mist Lord Tokens and 863 Mist Tokens.
Like two square formations, they stood quietly behind Ryan.
The people sitting on the throne looked at the tons of neatly arranged tokens behind Ryan with shining eyes and slightly rapid breathing.
But due to Ryan's majesty and strength, everyone had no idea about the tokens behind Ryan.
Sitting on the throne, Ryan looked at everyone's expressions, smiled secretly in his heart, and tapped the table lightly with his fingers.
Immediately, eight golden lights fell from the sky and landed steadily in front of Otto's table.
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