The long table was filled with people, but the parliamentary hall was silent.

No one is willing to speak, and everyone seems to be waiting. The Eastman Kingdom follows the ancient aristocratic parliamentary system. Under the constraints of the treaty, everyone's speeches have the same weight regardless of their status. Therefore, these people are not waiting for the end of the meeting, but are looking forward to someone taking the lead in making a statement.

Suddenly, a little orange-red Mars appeared in the darkness, accompanied by a deep breathing sound, and Mars flickered and darker.

The misty smoke filled the air.

Someone lit a cigarette as if no one was around in this solemn and solemn occasion. His face was intoxicated and his head was immediately wrapped in fog, causing the participants on both sides to turn their heads unconsciously.

This is a young man with deep facial features, at least it looks like this.

He did not arrogantly put his shoes on the table because there was a water cup on it; even though his straight formal outfit seemed to be put on a idle homeless man, his sleeves were rolled up and the buttons were only half-buttoned; the exquisite black neck tie was tied 180 degrees behind his neck, making his head look like a gift box.

What makes people hate the most is those eyes. Even though their owners' movements are very regular except for lighting cigarettes, they are very unhonestly turning around. Sometimes they look aimlessly, and sometimes they wander on the nobles, which is simply creepy.

"Do you have any ideas? Lord Duke." Someone couldn't help but sarcastically.

The person named seemed to be waiting for this scene. The duke of the kingdom and the king of the priesthood sat upright, looked around for a while, and then slowly lowered the cigarette. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth.

"I object."

However, before he spoke, a cold female voice spoke first. The voice was neither hoarse nor pleasant, but it sounded three-dimensional enough.

A round star pattern symbol popped up on the square table, indicating a vote of approval.

The woman said:

"To be honest, I object to such meaningless exploration, not to transfer the budget into my private pocket. First of all, since everything has its meaning, I think value is the embodiment of meaning... It has been sixty years since the beginning of the discussion. Has this plan really brought us and the kingdom?

No one responded, only the Duke, whose words were snatched, frowned and was about to retort, the lady combed the black brown hair on her temples and added slowly:

"Secondly, I'm sorry, I always don't like to see others smoking such inferior cigarettes in front of me. Duke Messetori, please please improve your taste. Do you know there is something called a pipe?"

“…”

The atmosphere became weird for a moment.

The young duke's face turned blue and white.

At this time, a long suit stood beside the head of the board of the meeting table. Sir Norman, who was the clerk, coughed and reminded: "Ms. Tracy, please do not talk about things that have nothing to do with the theme of the parliament."

The theme of the Kingdom Noble Conference was the reconstruction of the tunnel in the Morris Mountains. A few days ago, due to unknown reasons, a large-scale sinking occurred there, which forced the soon-to-be-finished Kingdom Railway to be temporarily put on hold.

However, the railway project that lasted for sixty years was destroyed overnight, and the losses caused were immeasurable. The parliament was discussing whether to continue.

This obviously has nothing to do with the pipe.

The Duke of Cigarette raised his eyebrows and glanced at the opposite side with a sharp female nobleman from head to toe, and sprayed more smoke from his nose: "I agree."

The symbol immediately jumped, looking a little more complicated, and became darker again.

Such obvious provocation made Tracy look contemptuously, but it seemed as if a table of mummies sleeping in the coffin was awakened. The nobles began to vote one after another, and the atmosphere became strangely and enthusiastic.

Sir Norman lowered his head to record.

When he stopped writing, the symbols on the table had turned into a miniature star ball. Countless shiny star chips were flying around the white body, and light golden star patterns were intertwined, like brilliant works of art.

Since the first vote is against, white means that there are more votes against than favor, but it does not represent the presentation of the advantage.

When voting is the most frequent, it bounces around like a ball, and those light spots fly with it.

At this time, only a few people were left without voting.

The conference room became quiet again, and even the wind changed, and the shaking of the window curtain gradually slowed down.

"Wait, Mr. Messetori, I hope you can consider your position and make a statement, not for the sake of momentary indignation."

Suddenly, a gentleman said.

The duke of Cigarette, who was named, was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked towards the end of the long table. The third person in the lower place was a rich gentleman, who spoke softly, slowly, and seemed to be a little warm.

This is a respectable pastor, wearing a thick black robe with a cross star embroidered on his chest. The golden thread surrounds the neckline and the edge of the garment, which is a hymn symbolizing the goddess.

The gentle pastor had a very high status. As soon as he finished speaking, the young Duke showed hesitation. He seemed to have really hesitated because of this sentence, but everyone here was not a new and tender young bird. Of course, it can be seen that even without Tracy's sarcasm, Messetori would not choose to object.

The one who really made the Duke, who was extremely casual, seriously weighed whether to change his position was the black-robed priest himself who spoke.

Payton Forest, who was the pope of the Eastman Kingdom, and the agent of Goddess Jorgaia. Otherwise, there would probably be no clergy in the Kingdom who would have dared to sew hymns on his sleeves.

Even if everyone's speeches at the meeting were equivalent, not many people could ignore the position of the pastor without caring.

Not only the duke with cigarettes, but other great nobles also began to think about it, secretly comparing the advantages and disadvantages between the two options.

...

Above the sky, in the tower surrounded by clouds and mist.

"They stopped talking again. Sabina, it was done by that old pope!"

"I would rather they remain so quiet all the time, the camera just shook me dizzy."

The crystal ball is exactly the scene far away in the palace in the capital of the Eastman Kingdom. The nobles were discussing the topic seriously and were completely unaware that their every move was being broadcast live.

However, the crystal ball has a strange perspective, and most of the people projected are the upper body of the character. The recorder standing next to him can see his legs, but he only has half of his head.

"You're so disappointed, Sabina."

"Your interest is inexplicable."

"That's better than being eaten by books!"

A furry blonde girl moved her face away from a huge crystal ball. She stepped on the chair and turned around to look at the angle, then retracted, and made a "slightly" hateful expression to the girl holding the book through the crystal.

"We are here to record the astrological changes. How can we not take notes? You can use the viewing ball to see those useless things, and I won't lend you homework later." Sabina was wearing an astrologer's night sky robe, and a constellation diagram covered her whole body from top to bottom, and even star lines were painted on her arms.

She was originally lowering her head and writing and drawing on the notebook. When she heard this, she looked up annoyedly and saw a twisted and enlarged grimace sticking out her tongue.

"Ah!" Sabina couldn't help screaming. She came back to her senses and was so angry that she was crazy, "What are you doing!"

The girl with fluffy and explosive heads had her paws on the smooth surface, and she was persevering in making herself look more vicious through the crystal ball and the projection shown inside. "Sabina, do you think I'm scary?"

The astrologer didn't feel scary at all, but was startled by his companions' actions:

"Stay away from you stupid! The viewing ball is active, you are going to knock it down!"

The grimace saw Sabina's reaction only a short scream, and immediately approached a little dissatisfiedly, and the warning was filtered directly.

"KaKa——"

Just like a prophecy, Sabina just finished speaking and the chair swayed on the carpet, but it finally didn't fall down.

The girl holding the book raised her heart and fell down. She looked at the lion-headed trauma who was still twisting there, and clanged the book with a snap and shouted angrily: "Down here, Roma! I'm going to tell the teacher!"

"You know this!" Golden Retriever Roma shook the chair even more violently, and the crystal floating in front of her also shook, "The teacher doesn't care about me."

"Don't talk nonsense, Teacher Larson will ask you to clean up! Wait, I'll tell him now, you can use the coordinates of the viewing ball to peek!"

"Hey! I will tell him you've watched it too." Roma said unwillingly. She was about to get up with the crystal ball, and suddenly she felt her subordinate slipping.

The lion's head and the astrologer screamed at the same time.

...

In the conference room, people were quiet, waiting for Grand Duke Messetori to make a choice. The gentleman pinched off the cigarette in his hand, stretched his fingers to rub his chin, followed by the bridge of his nose; when he started pinching his earlobe, Tracy opposite him became impatient:

"Have you washed your face, Mr. Messetori? If you want to continue combing your hair with your tongue, I suggest you stay in the fireplace."

“…”

Sir Norman, holding the pen, suddenly coughed and quickly turned his head.

The corners of the Pope's mouth twitched slightly.

Now the Duke of Cigarette could not maintain his expression, and no matter how cunning he was, he could not endure such face-to-face humiliation. Of course, Duke Messetori's skin was far thicker than ordinary people, otherwise he would not be able to smoke in public.

But when it comes to angering people, Ms. Tracy is better than that. I don’t know what pain she accidentally poked. The Duke was so angry that his face turned pale and he slapped the table and was about to stand up.

Pick.

Just as the young man stood up, the brilliant planet on the table suddenly shattered without warning.

“…?”

So the eyes of the attending nobles moved from Messetori to the table, and then from the table to the hands of the young nobles.

The Duke of Cigarette raised his hand dumbly, "I didn't use any force!"

People looked at him with a uniform surprise on their faces.

Tracy spoke first, but she didn't look at Messetori. She turned her head and looked at Sir Norman: "Mr. Norman, what's wrong with the projection magic of the parliamentary stage?"

It was shattered... Norman almost blurted out this sentence. He was shocked and even forgot to cough. After being reminded by the female nobleman from Hei Cha, he realized that it was his own job to check the magic circle. He was a palace magic master.

"There is a misplaced magic text." Sir Norman quickly found the reason. When he raised his head, he saw that Grand Duke Messertori was still hilariously holding his hands, so he added: "Don't worry, Mr. Messertori. It's not your business, you won't break a shadow."

...

A scream of anger came from the tower in the clouds:
Chapter completed!