Chapter 281 Parliament Opening

Four days later.

When the first rays of morning light broke through the clouds, Helen was almost done with her exercise.

She changed her movements, slashed with her sword, and the heat continued to seep into her body, soaking her body with sweat. This discomfort was intertwined with the pain caused by muscle tearing.

But she seemed to be unaware of it, and continued her daily sword practice homework in a rigid manner.

Helen still did not give up her knight training, although most of her time was spent on the potion book.

But she would still get up early every morning to exercise, trying not to delay the progress of potion learning.

Or rather, she would not let the teacher see it, because the teacher seemed to dislike her wasting time on knight training.

She once commented that her behavior was putting the cart before the horse.

But it was difficult for Helen to just give up the swordsmanship she had practiced for twenty years and her childhood dream.

Kagami-shin Akechi-ryu - intermediate swordsmanship.

This is the swordsmanship she is currently practicing. It was taught to her by her teacher's coachman, Knight Mark, and it is said that it was created by the teacher himself.

Kagami-shin Akechi-ryu is divided into elementary, intermediate, and advanced levels, corresponding to the three levels of knight squires respectively.

She has a solid foundation in swordsmanship, so she has already learned the elementary level, but the intermediate level is difficult and she learns slowly.

"Jingxin Mingzhi Ryu... I don't know how Teacher Lu He can create such a powerful swordsmanship!"

This set of swordsmanship is the strongest she has ever seen, even the top Xidejia swordsmanship in the academy before can't compare.

Not only can it fully exercise all levels and details of the body, but it also has extremely strong practical ability.

Helen panted and stopped to rest for a while.

She was wearing a cool and heat-dissipating exercise suit, and her long purple hair was tied into a bunch and hung behind her head.

The white long sleeves on the upper body tightly wrapped the protruding chest of the upper body, and the white hot pants on the lower body revealed the slender thighs and slender white waist, and the skin was covered with fine sweat.

After resting for a few minutes, she continued to practice.

And with continuous practice, she seemed to have finally grasped a hint of the essence.

The power scattered in various parts of the body began to integrate and concentrate, the sharp edge cut through the air, and the feeling of heaviness was looming.

The long sword was raised to the top, and then it was slashed down suddenly. The three-inch energy from the blade left a white line in the air.

She collapsed on the ground and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Although she was exhausted, she couldn't hide her joy on her face.

Then she suddenly caught a figure from the corner of her eye, and turned her head quickly to look, exclaiming: "Teacher!"

Lu He nodded, stepped forward and gently stretched out his hand, holding her waist and helping Helen up.

The warm and elastic smooth skin was soaked with sweat and had a moist touch, and a layer of goose bumps appeared.

"Too much is as bad as too little in the way of cultivation. If you train like this, you will leave hidden injuries, and too much accumulation will damage your foundation."

Lu He left after saying that and got on the carriage at the door.

The reason why he didn't recommend Helen to practice swordsmanship was simple, it was really a waste of time.

Whether it was swordsmanship or other weapon skills, no matter how strange and exquisite the changes were, it was actually just like that. In the final analysis, it was still reflected in the speed, strength and reaction of the flesh.

Fast, accurate, ruthless, and then it was gone.

Those fancy attacks are just to show off when beating the weak.

Only the addition of extraordinary power can break this physical limitation and enter another level.

The most important thing for Helen now is to be promoted to a real extraordinary, rather than wasting time on these details.

But it doesn't matter, let her toss around, only by experiencing it yourself can she understand the truth.

Anyway, I can cover her up.

It's still early, the sun has not risen completely, but the royal capital has begun to turn like a huge gear.

The news that the noble parliament will be held today has spread to every corner of the city and everyone's ears.

The royal capital is full of a solemn atmosphere. The armed forces outside the city have entered the city one after another yesterday, guarding important places and roads, ready to respond to sudden accidents at any time.

...

Royal Grand Theater, Yunguang District, Royal Capital

This huge black building, half the size of a football field, stands on the east side of the imperial capital. It looks like an oval bowl, surrounded by the golden flags of the Crescent Empire.

Outside the theater is a rectangular square, with rows of tall statues on both sides, all of which are white knights with giant swords in their hands, giving people a solemn and solemn feeling.

At this time, it was already filled with dense crowds.

The crowd was vaguely divided into several areas, of which three areas occupied the vast majority of the crowd and were particularly conspicuous.

The left area was the largest, nearly a quarter, led by three majestic old men in gorgeous clothes.

From the logo on the clothes, it can be seen that they are three grand dukes, and at this time, the three of them are talking about something interesting with a smile on their faces.

In the middle are nobles and officials headed by the royal family, but their number is less than half of the left.

The number of people on the far right is the smallest, only dozens of people, but they are all wearing black military uniforms with generals on their shoulders, exuding a solemn atmosphere, and they are all knights!

The rest of the empty space is the largest number of small and medium nobles who gather in groups of three or two and talk in a low voice.

In addition, carriages kept arriving, stopped in front of the white arched gate of the square, and got off and walked in.

"His Majesty the Emperor has arrived!" the herald shouted.

The old emperor, wearing a white crown, walked into the square surrounded by royal guards in golden heavy armor.

The people in the square bowed to the old emperor with smiles on their faces.

However, the old emperor seemed to be in a bad mood. He nodded expressionlessly and then strode into the theater.

A group of people in the middle area followed him in.

"Your Majesty is angry." Grand Duke Rip looked at the old emperor's back as he left, his mouth slightly raised.

"It's normal to be angry. The rule of the Alex family will end in his hands. It's the same for anyone else." Grand Duke Yunda's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible sarcasm.

"Not necessarily, that Sauron..." Vince, who was standing behind Grand Duke Rip, had red eyes and cold eyes.

"Humph! The general trend is that a little kid who hasn't even grown all his hair can still turn the world upside down!"

The old man who spoke was wearing a black tuxedo, his eyes were slightly curved and narrowed, giving people a somewhat mean and sharp temperament.

"Grand Duke Alisha is right. So what if Sauron is a sky knight? With Speaker Hosiman here, he can't turn the world upside down."

Vince complimented.

The main force of the constitutionalists is these three grand dukes, and Grand Duke Alisha is the most powerful among the three, even among the ten grand dukes of the Crescent Empire.

The other two grand dukes also chuckled, and they also didn't take Sauron too seriously.

Soon another group of people arrived.

The one walking in front was a bald old man, wearing a formal dress symbolizing a viscount, with a huge ruby ​​ring on his right thumb, looking very wealthy.

When the three grand dukes saw him, they all greeted him.

Many nobles in the square looked a little stunned, and looked at the behavior of the three grand dukes in confusion.

"Who is that fat old man!?" A baron from a province in the west asked in a puzzled voice.

It is unreasonable that the viscount at the bottom of the aristocratic system asked three grand dukes to greet him at the same time.

"Could it be..." He suddenly thought of a possibility.

"You are right. He is the father of Speaker Hosiman, the president of the Central Bank of the Empire, Viscount Will."

A viscount next to him who was also from the west looked at the fat old man with envy, feeling sour in his heart.

Although they were both viscounts of the Empire, his status and power were very different from Will's.

The reason was very simple, that is, there was a son between the two of them, a son of a famous Sky Knight.

Old Will felt the various meaningful gazes coming from the square, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

His expression was slightly proud and he seemed to enjoy the feeling of being the focus of the whole audience.

Facing the three grand dukes coming towards him, he just bowed slightly, but the arc of his mouth became more curved.

"Earl Sauron is here!!!" At this time, the herald at the gate of the square suddenly shouted loudly.

Before the words fell, there was an uproar, and the nobles of all sizes whispered and looked towards the gate.

Will frowned and looked over.

A black carriage slowly stopped, and a young man in purple-black knight uniform got off.

The young man was slender and well-proportioned, with an indifferent face. His fair skin faintly glowed with a metallic luster in the sun, and his scarlet eyes exuded a hint of strange and cold breath.

As the young man stepped into the square.

All the nobles who had not yet entered the theater stopped talking and focused their eyes on the young man.

Some of them bowed slightly to salute, some showed vigilant hostility, and some looked at him with curiosity.

But they all made way for passage.

The old Earl Bryce looked at his good grandson, his mouth grinned unconsciously, and after talking to a few old friends next to him, he walked out of the crowd and patted Lu He on the shoulder.

Without saying anything, he took Lu He into the theater.

No matter what his position was before, at this moment he chose to support his grandson and stand with him.

And Viscount Phil in the crowd hesitated for a moment and quickly followed him. He also made his own choice.

Sauron, the Knight of the Sky, is his daughter's foster brother, in other words, his foster son. If he doesn't support Sauron at this time, he feels like a fool.

After the two left, the square immediately buzzed, as if countless flies were constantly flying around.

Sauron is undoubtedly mysterious to most people, except for a few, this is the first time they have seen him in person.

Everyone has long known that this Knight of the Sky has just graduated from high school, but after really seeing him in person, they found that he is younger than they imagined, so young that it is incredible.

In the entire square, except for those agents, among those with noble titles, Sauron is the youngest.

The Royal Theater is a circular open-air theater, very similar to the ancient Roman Theater on Earth.

The walls around are exquisite murals.

Some are gorgeous and complex, some are simple and generous, some are domineering, and some are slender and beautiful.

At the top of the theater, facing the east, a row of seats has been moved, a total of more than a dozen seats, facing hundreds of seats in three directions below.

Behind the platform is a huge golden and stone statue 100 meters high. Crescent Knight Alex holds a stone sword and stands in the sky like a reef, looking down at the ground.

The old emperor was already sitting in the most central position. When he saw Lu He coming in, he stood up and waved to him warmly.

There were two people standing behind him. On the left was the seventh princess Olivia wearing a silver-white palace skirt.

Olivia was still radiant.

The tight palace skirt with a tight waist was prominent, and her legs were slender, giving people a tall feeling.

Olivia smiled gently when she saw him, and even performed an elegant skirt-lifting ceremony to him.

On the right is a bronze-skinned prince who looks very heroic, wearing a golden royal costume.

The prince's eyebrows are full of confidence. When he saw Lu He enter, he smiled gracefully and nodded slightly.

He gave Lu He a feeling of arrogance.

In addition to the old emperor, there were four other people on the seat, all of whom were old guys. Lu He took a glance and lost interest.

"Go, I'll be next to you." The old earl Bryce smiled and patted Lu He's shoulder again.

Lu He nodded, looked at the old emperor, smiled slightly, walked up to the high platform and sat down on the left.

Then, nobles began to enter one after another, first the remaining few of the ten dukes, followed by the earls in various provinces and the big men in the army.

Frye, a subordinate of Lu He, is a lieutenant general. In fact, he is also qualified to enter the venue, but he has no voting rights.

However, Frye has to preside over the construction of his wizard tower and did not join in the fun.

Then there are large groups of middle-level nobles, who are representatives of various large and small families and forces.

Among them, Lu He saw familiar faces.

For example, his adopted sister's father, Viscount Phil, and Viscount Mackinsey of Xiangmu City.

Finally, there were a large number of lower-class nobles. With their entry, the entire empty theater suddenly became lively, chirping like a group of sparrows.

Lu He sat on the high platform, leaning back against the chair, with his fingers crossed.

He felt countless gazes.

There were strong emotions in the gazes, and some of them were full of murderous intent, and the vicious eyes wanted to devour him.

Lu He ignored these gazes. There were too many people who wanted him dead, and there was no end to killing them.

These weaklings could only watch and fantasize in their minds. Lu He still had the grace to show them.

Suddenly, Lu He looked up and looked into the distance.

A silver beam of light flashed across the sky, and in the blink of an eye it came over the Royal Theater.

Then a silver beam of light was projected from above the theater, landing directly on the seat on the right side of the platform.

The figure in the beam of light appeared, a man about 40 years old, 1.9 meters tall.

His short silver hair was slightly blown by the wind. The man was wearing a silver robe, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes. He looked handsome, and there was a white knight sword hanging on his waist.

He was strong and slender, and seemed to have explosive power in his body, exuding a strange temperament.

His entrance made the entire theater quiet down instantly, and everyone shut their mouths, incomparably silent.

The Sword of Order, Huo Ximan.

Lu He looked at this person with interest. This was the first time he had seen the famous Speaker Huo Ximan.

Hearing about him is not as good as meeting him. He is indeed very strong, at least the strongest among all the Sky Knight-level people he has met.

Huo Ximan turned his head and glanced at him, but did not speak. He frowned slightly and retracted his gaze.

The old emperor glanced at Huo Ximan with a gloomy look, and nodded to the herald standing on the podium.

"The tenth enlarged meeting of the Noble Council of the Crescent Empire! Officially begins!!!"

The herald walked to the loudspeaker and shouted.

As the voice sounded, the middle and lower-level nobles below were slightly agitated, but they calmed down immediately.

The parliament officially began.

After waiting for a long time in the audience, Vince slowly walked up to the podium and bowed slightly to the people in the seats.

Then he turned around and walked to the loudspeaker.

He is the vice president of the Noble Council and will be responsible for presiding over today's enlarged meeting of the nobles.

He has waited for this moment for a long time. Although only five days have passed, he feels like a year has passed.

Sauron, I will make you pay the price!

Vince stood quietly in front of the loudspeaker, feeling his heart burning, boiling, and shouting, so that his old face showed unnatural slight distortion and twitching.