Chapter 761: Lionheart City's Triumph Palace
The capital of Xingti is called Lionheart City.
The most central building in Lionheart City is the Palace of Triumph, a castle built by the greatest monarch of the planet, Valentine I "Bashir Valentine".
According to the rules of Avalon, Iris, and the Hellasr Empire, such a monarch should be called "Bashir I", and the monarch with the same name in the future can be called "Bashir II", just like the Hanged King of Avalon "Tudor III".
But only in the world does Xingbi have different rules.
Because as an alchemist of common origin, the romantic and free Bashir Valentine had a special idea -
The name "Valentin" means "powerful," which was what Bashir's grandfather told him and was also a blessing for him.
For commoners, surnames were unimportant and could even be changed or altered at any time. For example, Bashir's father and grandfather's surnames were "Fabei," indicating that their ancestors were blacksmiths. His grandfather, hoping that he would not inherit the family business but rather have other possibilities, changed his surname.
His family started from here.
——In other words, the first "Valentine" in the world was indeed Valentine I.
It was precisely because this surname itself brought some divine inspiration to Bashir that he was able to write the mystical work "The Triumphal Chariot of Antimony".
This book showed alchemists another way - the possibility that "even the wildest antimony could be sublimated into the most sacred star antimony."
As long as the method is right, any mortal can become a god.
If we continue to extend this theory, we can also develop another possibility.
That is "Everyone can be king".
Because Bashir himself was born into a common people family, he emerged from the chaotic last Helasar Empire with a group of followers and founded his own country. He knew the power and potential of common people, and he valued the survival of Xingti more than the survival of his own bloodline.
Therefore, the first king left behind a rule that seemed incredible to people at the time, would cause great chaos, and has not been used to this day...
——The person who inherits the throne does not necessarily have to have Valentine's blood flowing in his veins.
Because "Valentine" is a surname that is passed down through strength - the true title of the Star Antimony Monarch is "The Powerful One", or "Valentine" or "Lion King". Each generation of Valentine is the "Lion King of the generation."
As long as the Red and Black phases agree, anyone outside the Star Antimony can inherit the name "Valentine." No matter what their previous surname was, they can abandon it and take on the name Valentine.
Because of this, Xingti's most fundamental principle is to promote the virtuous and capable.
- In theory, anyone could become the monarch of the Star Antimony and become a "Valentine". Similarly, if an heir is too incompetent, he may be stripped of the name "Valentine" by the Red and Black Phases, and his inheritance rights will also be deprived.
This also made all Valentines dare not relax.
They have to compete with their brothers and sisters, as well as with particularly outstanding outsiders.
If no heir can gain the approval of the two ancient prime ministers, and the late king did not designate an heir before his death... then it is very likely that the throne will be taken by someone from another family.
As the "Valentines" of the same generation, they are destined to be labeled as "unprecedented incompetents" in future stellar history books.
This is where the enormous pressure Szijjártó Valentín carries comes from.
At this moment, his father was asking another person in the Triumph Palace.
“—So, what do you think of Szijjártó?”
The white-haired old man sat in his dark golden study with a frown on his face.
He held a pen and wrote and drew on a piece of white paper.
Standing in front of him was a clown-like jester.
His face was covered in thick white paint, with exaggerated red eyeliner under his eyes, and his hair was dyed an olive green and puffed up like a broccoli. He was wearing clothes that only aristocrats would wear, but they were covered with colorful patches, and the word "genius" was written on the back in childish handwriting.
"Alas, my dear lord."
The Fool replied with a grin, his voice rising and falling, like reciting poetry or singing: "That depends on the standard of your evaluation;
“If you want to ask about his muscles, he is not a proper man. Even a female hyena can pin him to the ground.
“But if you ask about his level of alchemy—well, with all due respect, he can’t be called a genius by any means;
"But if you're talking about his level as a king, then I think he might be a good king, because he's kind and nostalgic, and he might give old Lalo a good job in his old age... Oh, when old Lalo is too old to stand up anymore, he might even have some slaves to take care of Lalo's shit and piss."
"Okay, Lalo. Okay. I know what you mean."
The old king sighed and put down his pen. "Weak, silent, soft-hearted, and most importantly, lacking the talent for alchemy... As expected, he's no match for it."
The paper in front of him was still blank, with no writing on it.
Because the pen in the king's hand was not dipped in any ink at all.
"No further tests are needed, Your Majesty?"
"Well, no need. A mediocre person is always a mediocre person, and what Xingti needs is a genius who can solve all problems. But the girl he knows..."
The old king pondered seriously. "From that description, it's exactly the same as the 'Aleister' we fabricated earlier. Could she be the glove of His Holiness the Pope?"
"It's possible. Maybe the rumors have come true! How terrifying! A demon that only exists in rumors has appeared and wants to kill people. Wuwuwu..."
The jester Lalo had a sad face, and he danced and acted in a funny way.
The corners of the old king's mouth rose slightly, but soon returned to calm.
"Go and tell the Rosicrucian community this news. Tell them that Aleister appeared in Leipzig and see how they react. My intuition tells me that she was the one who completed the ceremony to elevate the host."
"You mean, there's a traitor within the Rosicrucian Order? That's terrifying, hahaha..."
The Fool couldn't help laughing. "Lady Kingsford, I suppose?"
"Most likely. Otherwise, how would 'Aleister' know that the 'liver' left behind by 'Dionysus the Fool' was stored in the hands of Count Dawn? Aside from me, the principal, and Jacob, only a few of the academy's higher-ups knew of its whereabouts. It's been out in the world for less than twenty years, and it was only when Jacob, in gratitude for the Rosicrucian's help, forced the opening of an Imperial Vault that it was retrieved."
"From what I understand, Pomponazzi has wanted that liver for a long time... He originally sent Heinrich to join the Rosicrucian precisely to get it.
"—After all, without a liver that can be used to 'relieve alcohol', The Fool can never become a complete 'God of Wine'; and Zagreus, who is one with the God of Wine, can only ever be a 'host of feasts', never a 'master of feasts' or a 'master of wine'..."
When the old king said this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly with satisfaction, and he couldn't suppress his smile.
Although the Banquet Master's power has long surpassed that of Shadow Tiansi...but if he wants to ascend with Dionysus, he must unseal this liver.
Although the Fool failed in his challenge to the Beast Master and his body was torn into pieces, his heart was still preserved by the Beast Master as a gift.
The Feast Master stole and ate the Fool's heart, allowing Dionysus to be resurrected within his body... However, Dionysus, who had previously refused to become an Apostle of the Pillar God, did not wish to survive in this way. Therefore, he hid the location of his last body part, forcing the Feast Master, who had been promoted to an Apostle, to spit it out.
——That was originally the fool’s final prank.
Long before the final battle, he removed his liver in his spirit form, preserved it, and threw it into the sea.
The deep sea is a secret area that even the Nine Pillars of God cannot explore.
If he were defeated—and he certainly would be—and the Beastmaster planned to devour him, he would find that he couldn't find his most delicious liver, and that a vital piece of his soul was missing. This might anger the Beastmaster...
This is the "last joke and resistance" he prepared.
In fact, even if Dionysus did not hide his body parts, he would have no idea where they drifted to.
"Pengbonazi was originally a follower of the Banquet Master, and as the first generation of the Moon's Son, Blood Celestial Master is also the Banquet Master's son. If he can break the seal, he can allow the Banquet Master to sense the location of the liver, allowing him to seize the last remaining piece of the Fool's soul and fully ascend to the status of Banquet Celestial Master.
"There's no doubt that this achievement is enough to elevate him to an apostle. But...hahahaha..."
The old king laughed heartily, obviously in a very happy mood: "Hmm... Although I don't know what ritual Earl Dawn planned to use to steal its power, he is dead now.
"That Aleister completely ruined Pomponazzi's plan—I think this might have been the lady's scheme. Now that Earl Dawn has been exposed, it's better to destroy him directly.
"—Based on my understanding of Pomponazzi, I'm afraid he's already smashing things and cursing at people."
(End of this chapter)
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