Chapter 1074
Looking at Knight and the soldiers kneeling down on the steps, as well as the night watchman Edward holding a saber and a crown, Brandon remained silent, as if his talking eyes were intently Staring at Loren.
Did you arrange this?
The silent black hair wizard met his gaze and pursed the corner of his mouth lightly.
No, but I know this is the case.
His Royal Highness, who frowned, blinked.
Then what do you think I should do, agree or not?
With a sigh, Loren's gaze dropped slightly, but his gaze still didn't take away from Brandon's face.
It's all up to you-make a choice, I will support you this time no matter which one.
Really?
Really, I promise Charlotte will not object.
Well, I believe you.
Two seconds...The two who ended this "conversation" very tacitly staggered their eyes and looked towards the opposite direction.
In the depressive atmosphere, all eyes were on Brandon's body; however, everyone with different expressions, with inexplicably similar expectations, raised a heart to their throats.
Standing behind Brandon, the silent Loren felt he was surrounded by countless "emotions", almost like being surrounded by thousands of speakers playing different songs. , The head is about to explode.
Alert and inexplicable, staring at the Byrne Knights on his side;
The Legions of the East Sackland countryside who are excited and even ready to cheer;
The guards of Duanjieshan with a bit of anger and resentment, but not opposed to this result, and the complex mood;
I don’t know what happened, just plan to join in the fun. Boys Hussars...
The chaotic emotions are like their eyes, concentrated on Brandon Desalion like a converging stream.
The expressionless prince pulled off the cloak and stepped towards the shield. The unremarkable boots suddenly became the focus of attention.
This is actually a certain "special tradition" of the Sackland Empire-the Supreme Emperor who was out on the expedition was too late to rush back to the Imperial Capital, and was lifted by the Legion soldiers over his head with a shield and completed it in the barracks. Own coronation ceremony.
In the beginning, this was just a way to stabilize the military's morale during warfare, a way for soldiers to continue to work hard and even motivate their morale. When the emperor returns triumphantly, he will "re-organize" a more formal ceremony.
But it didn’t take long for this temporary method to become a kind of "reservation"—especially some heirs who were controversial at the top of the empire often chose to use this kind of "Legion recommendation for succession." The method of "law" first inherited the throne, and then forced the Holy Cross Church and the imperial nobles to crown themselves.
Yes, the last emperor who did this was the "Queen of the Crazy Dragon" Charlotte I; with the support of soldiers from the East Sackland countryside, she was able to board as a woman for the first time The throne created the tradition of "female heirs can also be emperors".
Of course, Roland, the "Black Duke" of half of the empire with the power of the three duchy powers of Boye, Byrne and Arles, is also indispensable.
The situation that Brandon is encountering right now happens to have many similarities with Charlotte I.
They all have Legion who are loyal to them, they are all excluded by the upper echelons of the empire, they have no who-like relationship and are very casual, they all have the support from the Duke of Byrne, and the reasons for the support are not Driven by interests, it is friendship between each other...
"This scene...reminiscent of the past."
In a corner of the crowd, a horse was supported. Lake Center City count Lanmaros mumbled: "I said...Does any of you remember the story of the daddy and grandfather's nagging when he was a child? The Black Duke watched the story of the coronation of Charlotte I?"
"The ears have to hear the calluses..." Baima Peak count Rigeler muttered in a low voice, his eyes a little surprised: "I guess when we are old, we will make our children and grandchildren's ears become calluses."
"If we really live to be old..." Lanmalos shrugged.
Rigeler couldn't help but smiled softly: "And you have to have a grandchild."
"Yes, it's indispensable." Lan Mallos also laughed. Aloud: "The Centaur War, the Battle of Silverhelm Mountain, the Siege of Eboden, the Charge of the Blood Skeleton Valley, the Fall of Duanjie Mountain, and this one before and after... so many stories, I don’t know when the time comes. How much can I remember."
"Heaven knows …but this thing in the story is often just because you can’t remember it well, right?"
" Well said! I always think..."
Without waiting for the excited Ramaros to finish, the anger castle on the side, Count Eckert, stretched out his hand and interrupted him: "Everyone, quiet. !"
"Let the order go on and let all Byrne Knight keep quiet-before the Duke officially expresses his position, he is not allowed to say a word, let alone participate in it without authorization, understand?!"
The counts held down the sharp blade at their waists, and used their eyes to convey commands behind them; in the depressed atmosphere, the Byrne people seemed more and more nervous.
Everyone is waiting for Brandon to take the step of the shield.
Brandon closed his eyes, wondering what he was still hesitating.
The next second, the red pupils opened, and his eyes were extremely firm.
Everyone took a deep breath, even Edward, the night watchman with a stiff expression, trembled slightly with excitement, waiting for the historical moment to come...
"No."
Huh? !
The startled night watchman lifts the head subconsciously, and almost put the hands that raised the Sword King crown.
Not only him, but even the veterans holding shields and people watching the salute were taken aback, and the soldiers farther away still had their original expressions, and did not come back from the excitement. to his senses.
"No, I don't accept it." Brandon lifts the head abruptly, looking around the entire barracks, facing each pair of eyes that looked towards him, categorically cutting the railroad:
" I will never accept to become the supreme emperor of the empire in this way!"
"Everyone, have you heard that-I, Brandon Desalion, will never accept this In this way, I am embraced by you as the emperor!"
The audience was in an uproar!
It was like a rainstorm and thunder. The solemn and quiet military camp just now was enveloped by all kinds of noises.
The black hair wizard standing behind him quietly looked at Brandon's back, deliberately avoiding some look at him.
Edward, both shocked and angry, desperately suppressed his mood, and his hands holding the Sword King crown kept trembling.
Why...why did His Highness suddenly make this decision;
Is it you, Loren · Torino... Did you say something to His Highness?
What did you do? !
Why did this happen? !
Standing on the platform, Brandon looked around the noisy barracks, looking at the pair of eyes that lost one's head out of fear because of "things change", either surprised or angry, slowly Slowly raised his hands...
"pa!"
Then he snapped his fingers lightly.
"Boom——————!!!"
One red and one black, the giant dragon Mirasis and Grum fell from the sky, their wings spread like dark clouds In general, the entire military camp was shrouded in their shadow.
dragon roar roars like thunder.
The barracks are finally quiet.
Where the dragon's eyes passed, the soldiers held their breaths, and even the sound of breathing could not be heard in the silent barracks.
"Very well, everyone is finally quiet."
After a pause, Brandon grinned slightly, and glanced at the crowd with a slightly mocking look: "No intention Offensive, but only when you are quiet can you hear what I am saying."
"So in order to make sure everyone hears it, I will repeat what I said just now-I will not use In this way, you are recommended as the emperor."
"But! Please don’t make any misunderstandings. This does not mean that I don’t want to, nor does it mean that I have any dissatisfaction with your actions; of course I I want to become the emperor of the empire. As Desalion, this is also my lifelong dream!"
"And I am very grateful for your willingness to recommend me to be crowned emperor, although..." After a pause, Brandon’s smiling face was a bit playful:
"I know that your purpose for doing this may not be as simple as it seems."
"Yes People...Although they may be very resentful and dissatisfied with me, but out of helpless reasons, I have to accept such a result-because you are so loyal to my beloved brother, and he absolutely does not want to see the empire split It’s."
Under the steps, the defenders of Duanjieshan headed by Drexis clenched their fists, and their gnashing teeth lowered their heads;
"Some people …I hope to express your loyalty to me in this way, because you followed me at the earliest, and you are eager to see me become the emperor of the empire—because only in this way can you have the opportunity to climb to high positions. After all, this is the reason why you will follow me. , I can understand, really."
Edward, and the officers of Legion in East Sacrament are trembling with fear, they dare not even breathe;
"Some People... are alliances based on friendship and interests. We are in the same camp. Of course you want to see my banner go further, or you can make a big part of it."
Byrne's Knight and wizards are expressionless, their eyes are always fixed on the black hair wizard's every move.
"Because of these various reasons, or the instigation of some guys, you all gathered here to hold such a'spectacular' coronation ceremony for me in this way, I am very grateful, but... "
Brandon has a smile on his face, and shook his head with his usual calm relaxed appearance: "Please forgive me for not accepting this result-nothing else, because it's the same as I thought Not the same."
"Do I want to be an emperor? Of course I do; but it must be'because I want, so I get'; not the other way around, because there is who or reason to persecute, let me' I have to'become your emperor."
"Maybe you will ask, is this important? This is important. For me, the difference between this is very! Important! Yes!"
Facing everyone's eyes, Brandon almost roared with gnashing teeth: "If you really want me to be your emperor, then you better remember this."
"Forever, forever Don’t think that you can force me to do anything, and never try to use your ideas to understand me—your emperor, first is Brandon Desalion, and then the supreme emperor of the empire!"
"I will not be an emperor who makes you happy, nor a good emperor like the beloved Imperial Brother, nor will I be an existence like my father; I...that's me, Bran Den de Salion, the thirteenth generation crown prince of the empire, the future fourteenth generation emperor!"
"If you really intend to recommend me, then please be prepared for this first. I won’t regret it again when the time comes!"
In the cold wind and snow, the atmosphere changed.
“So, I don’t accept your recommendation-not because I don’t want to, but because it’s not what I want;”
Brandon opened the mouth and said again "What I want is the guys who once despised me, hated me and hated me, kneeled in front of me respectfully, put the iron crown and the sword of power into my hands, and shouted three times, "Long live the emperor." , Crown me."
"This is what I want, this is what I have to get-not this kind of like hiding in secret, playing with my companions'I am The emperor’s self-entertainment game is like compromising with those guys who look down on me!"
"I will never compromise. I want them to cry and laugh, I want them to stare. With trembling eyes lying on my feet, I want them to lick my boots, how humble and humble!"
"For this, I need your strength!"
"People who follow me, hope to get benefits from me, people who realize their wishes, I need your strength!"
Brandon pulled his cloak abruptly, opened his arms, and shouted in a deep voice. Said: "Now that Xiong Yingwang has been beheaded by the Duke of Byrne, the North of the Empire has no worries anymore-it's time for us to go south to help the imperial capital's peeing cowards!"
"Yes Time to let the sound of our iron boots play in the Imperial Capital Avenue, let the song of triumph be played on the Sky Dome, let the enemy kneel down between the palaces, and let Golovin once again witness it after a lapse of three hundred years. A great and sacred victory!"
"Sacklanders, tell me! Is this what you want?!"
"Bynes, tell me! This Is it what you desire?!"
"Boy, tell me! Do you want to drink the Horse Jewel River too?!" The camp of tens of thousands of people suddenly became Brandon's "stage" alone, and the soldiers who looked up in front of him were his audience.
There have never been so many soldiers...or "people", willing to listen so attentively to the speech of this "humiliating prince", to listen to the voice of his true ambition and desire.
So Brandon got even more excited, his arms wide open as if he was about to embrace everyone, so excited that every muscle in his body was shaking violently:
"I Brandon Desalion, the thirteenth generation crown prince of the empire, and the fourteenth generation legal successor, I solemnly promise you here-I will only fight for my own ambitions and desires, but I welcome Anyone join me and share this desire with me!"
"If you admit that I am your emperor, I will fight for you! If I become the emperor of the empire, I will fight for you! Fight for the empire!"
"Follow me and lend me your power! I will give you everything you want--!"