Warhammer Wizard

Winters in Northrael are very cold, mostly snowy.

But today, it is an exceptionally rare sunny day. There is not a single cloud in the sky, and the blue sky is like a gem. The rising sun shines on the earth, and the snow and ice that fell last night reflected light, as if the whole city was wrapped in a layer of silver, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Millions of residents have already stood up and found that the number of patrolling guards on the streets has increased several times. All traffic nodes and every important institution of the empire have extraordinary soldiers sent by the Imperial Legion to stand guard, and the vigilance of the whole city has been raised to Highest.

There was a serious atmosphere among the people.

Today is the vote of the imperial parliament every ten years to elect a new consul.

Some older people have seen the general election several times, but they don't know what happened. Not once has it been as solemn as today. When everyone met, they nodded and greeted each other, and at most whispered a few words.

nine in the morning.

A loud magic bell rang out from Fubadon Castle, which spread throughout Northrael. People nearby looked up in the direction of the Imperial Council. They only saw the radiance of the Goddess of Magic. The city walls blocked the view and the Imperial Council could not be seen. "The Temple of Truth".

"here we go."

Many people thought silently in their hearts and looked at the people around them.

Ren set out from Maringa Manor. He did not use teleportation today, but rode in a low-key black car, surrounded by a team of Ultramarines, and under the awe-inspiring eyes of countless people on the road, the car arrived at Falberden. castle.

This huge castle was heavily guarded. The 20,000 Rick Praetorian Guards were all dispatched, one post at five steps, and one post at ten steps.

On the square in front of the castle, many imperial councils have already arrived.

When Ren's convoy arrived, whether it was the Rick Guard or the Imperial Councillor, everyone's eyes gathered and became the focus of the audience.

The car stopped, and Ren pushed the door open and got out of the back row.

His outfit today is no different from usual. A well-fitting mithril light armor has a simple and elegant shape, but it cannot hide his tall and strong body. A legendary Soul Eater is hanging around his waist. The large blood-colored cloak hangs down to the ankle, which does not appear exaggerated at all, but shows the domineering power of the peak powerhouse.

Ren went around to the door on the other side of the car, and opened the door very gentlemanly.

Viola gently supported Ren's men to get out of the car.

She got up early and dressed up carefully, with light makeup on her face, wearing a plain long dress specially made for formal occasions, wearing the "crown of green radishes" on her head representing the Pope's identity, and a delicate green garland set off her The face of Qingguo Qingcheng is even more beautiful, which makes many men unable to look away.

After getting off the car, the two walked side by side.

Heskator came forward to greet him with a kind smile on his face, and greeted warmly: "I have seen Speaker Ren, and I have seen His Majesty Viola."

"Commander Hesktor." Ren nodded slightly.

He glanced at the commander of the Rick Praetorian Guard, and the eye of the soul accurately grasped the other party's mind. On the surface, he seemed to be close, but in fact he was a little uneasy in his heart, and he was a little flattered.

The commander of the Praetorian Guard is generally the confidant of the consul.

Although this position is directly appointed by the Supreme Council and shoulders the responsibility of protecting the Consul, it also implies the task of monitoring the Consul, but if the Consul is determined to change, the Supreme Council will also listen to opinions.

The consul cannot replace his own people, but he can remove the commander of the Guards.

Moreover, Hesktor was suspected of dereliction of duty in the death of the previous consul, Geneus, and it has not yet been settled.

Even if Renn fails to run for the consulship, Hesktoll will leave in a daze with just one word.

Hesktor is also well aware of this situation.

He saw that Ren's face was very calm, and he didn't look at his greetings differently, and he became even more uneasy.

Actually, Ren was really dissatisfied with him.

It's just that there is no more suitable candidate at present. Hesketor's idea has not been replaced for the time being, but it may be in the future.

Viola also knew that Hesktoll's position was unstable, but out of respect for the holy-rank powerhouse, she still showed a slight smile and responded, "Your Excellency Commander has worked hard."

"It's not hard, it's not hard."

Heskett waved his hands again and again, just glanced at Viola and then averted his eyes, not daring to look further, so as not to cause Ren's misunderstanding.

Viola sighed in her heart.

It was the first time that she realized that a saint-level powerhouse was so humble in front of her, but she also knew that what Heskto really awes was not herself, but Ren.

At this time, the nearby Imperial Councillors came to greet him.

"Speaker Rennes."

"I have seen Lord Earl."

"Your Excellency Ren."

Various names came from the mouths of the members, but the same thing was that they all had smiles on their faces. Some members were even overly enthusiastic and looked a little flattering. While greeting warmly, they did not forget to praise a few words of Vio Beautiful pull.

Viola is an imperial parliamentarian and has participated in many imperial parliaments.

She is no stranger to these congressmen. Most of them can be called by their names and know their backgrounds. Each of them is a prominent figure in the empire.

However, before today, she had never seen such a side of the parliamentarians, and even in front of the Holy Soul Wizard, they were not on duty like this.

Because there were too many people, Ren couldn't respond one by one.

He could only nod his head slightly, or call out the list of Imperial Councillors to show his respect. Nonetheless, those councilors whose names were called all seemed to have won the lottery, with beaming smiles on their faces, and returned a warmer smile to Ren.

There were more members of parliament in the distance, maintaining their restraint and not surrounding them.

Viola could see that it wasn't that they didn't want to greet Ren, but that they were too far away, or one step too late to get a good spot.

At this moment, the half-elf fully realized Ren's status.

Ren's influence, Ren's attractiveness to those in power, is stronger in the eyes of imperial parliamentarians than any beauties, and beauty is not worth mentioning on this occasion.

"Members of the Congress, it's time for us to go in." Ren said.

Immediately, a member of parliament echoed loudly: "Yes, Speaker Ren is right, we can't delay the vote, everyone, go forward."

"Let Speaker Ren go first." Someone suggested.

"That's right." This proposal was immediately approved, "Speaker Ren should be allowed to go first, colleagues, please make way."

Ren didn't intend to do so, but the imperial parliamentarians in front had taken the initiative to move out of the way.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Unexpectedly, when he traveled to another world, he also enjoyed the treatment of "let the leader go first".

It's not easy to refuse at this time, Ren can only express his gratitude, and take Viola through the city gate to enter Fuberden Castle. A group of imperial congressmen followed behind, as if they were surrounded by two people, as if they were not coming to the Temple of Truth to vote, but to inspect.

Viola was a little uncomfortable with this scene.

Ren was calm.

He realized very early that the human beings in the world of Alanus have extraordinary power, but they are not much different from the human society of the previous life. Whether it is an ordinary person or an extraordinary person with a great power, there are always many people who tend to follow the trend, and there are countless generations of flattery.

As long as you are stronger and have an absolute advantage, you can completely treat the imperial parliamentarians as ordinary people, divide, suppress or win over, and use various means without too much scruples.

Go to the middle of the square, turn right, and come to the Temple of Truth.

Ren and Viola stopped in front of the statue of the Goddess of Magic, and as usual, silently prayed to him three times before ascending the steps in front of the temple.

Step by step, enter the hall of the temple.

The atmosphere of the Imperial Council Chamber was solemn, and the hundreds of seats were already half full. Most of the Imperial Councillors sat quietly in their seats, or chatted with the people around them in a low voice.

Suddenly, a large number of footsteps were heard from outside the door of the council hall, and the members couldn't help but turn around and saw Ren.

Whoa, whoa...

Many imperial parliamentarians stood up subconsciously.

Some members didn't want to get up at first, but when they saw everyone else standing up, they were too conspicuous when they were still sitting. They were afraid that Ren would feel disrespectful to him, so they could only stand up.

Loud noises are strictly prohibited in the Imperial Chamber. The members watched Ren enter through the gate, passed through the middle, and walked down to the front row under the rostrum step by step.

He didn't sit down immediately, but turned around and waved to the congressmen.

"You don't need to be too polite, please sit down."

Ren's voice was not loud, but his tone was gentle, which accurately reached the ears of every member of the council, making them feel very cordial.

The imperial parliamentarians took their seats again.

Ren also sat down herself, and Viola was a few rows behind him. She didn't have to turn her head, and she could notice that almost everyone was like herself, staring at Ren's back, and some whispered comments sounded from time to time. It's also about Ryan.

It was the first time that Viola sighed.

Seven years ago, when I saw Ren for the first time, it seemed like it was right in front of me. At that time, he was just an ordinary person under twenty years old, not even an extraordinary person. In addition to his handsome looks and superb talent, no one will take him seriously.

Seven years later, Ren is only one step away from reaching the pinnacle of imperial power.

With such a huge change in just seven years, looking at the history of Ellenus, Viola couldn't find an example of such a rapid rise as Renne.

He has surpassed those epic heroes.

He will create more miracles in the future!

Viola's heart was up and down. These days, she felt as unreal as in a dream. Until now, she can finally be sure of one thing, that is, she must hold Renn firmly and never let her leave her side. .

Thinking so, the half-elf looked at Ren's back with a little fascination.

There are constantly imperial parliamentarians entering the hall, taking their seats, and then looking at Ren, who is sitting at the front, like Viola.

After a while, the Imperial Chamber was almost full.

when!

As a magic bell rang, the door of the council hall was closed, and no one was allowed to enter or leave.

The three figures were teleported to the podium and suddenly appeared.

The one on the left looks very young, wearing a dark red magic robe, without a trace of expression on his face, the imperial parliamentarians did not look at his sharp eyes, the Duke of Redstone Kelston Calther.

The wizard on the right is dressed in a heavy black robe. He is tall and strong, with a shaved head and a sharp black beard on his chin. He looks majestic. In the past few days, the Imperial MPs have often been in contact with him. It is Tim Kay, Duke of Grey Eagle. South.

Standing in the middle, the old wizard has white hair and white hair, his face is gentle, his clear eyes contain wisdom far beyond ordinary people, and his breath is as dark as the sea. The imperial congressman is definitely not unfamiliar with him. The master of Wezeland floating city, Ansewo Master Dawes.

The three giants of the empire are here!

When the previous consuls voted, the leaders of the three major factions of the Supreme Council will be present, and one of them will preside over the voting process in turn, and the other two will supervise.

In the past, it was Master Ogulevi who stood in the middle.

This is a symbol of status. Now it has been replaced by Master Anxi, which can also reflect the changes in the pattern of the Supreme Council. The rise of the Modu faction has replaced the Nether faction and has become the largest force in control of the empire.

Tim Kennan glanced around the chamber.

Then he said, "There are 323 seats in the Imperial Parliament. Governor Hutts sacrificed himself and could not be present. There were three other vacancies, and the remaining 319 people were all present."

Regrets appeared on the faces of some Imperial MPs.

In the revenge operation half a month ago, four high-level figures in the empire died, three of which were resurrected by Ren with an artifact, only the governor of Suranye Province, Tehes, could not be rescued, he did not know where he was killed, the empire The Legion could not find the body and could not be resurrected.

"Today we will elect a new consul of the empire."

Tim Kennan, without any nonsense, looked at the dozen candidates in the front row and said, "Before voting, each candidate has one last chance to speak."

Members of Congress are familiar with this process.

In the previous voting, the last speech in the chamber was extremely important, and it could even be said to be the most important speech, because the opportunity to speak in front of all the imperial parliamentarians was only this time. In the final speech, the candidates for the imperial election reversed the situation in one fell swoop, changed the positions of the members, and were elected as consuls. Such examples have happened several times in the history of the empire.

The order of speeches has also become very important. The first to go to the stage and the last to go to the stage, these two orders have the greatest advantages.

In the past, candidates competed fiercely to be the first to speak. They made plans several months in advance. After many rounds of deals and compromises, the order of speeches was finally decided.

However, this year, nothing happened.

"Batura Unesta." Tim Kennan clicked a name casually, "Now is your speaking time, you have fifteen minutes."

Batura stood up and replied, "My lord the Duke~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I give up speaking."

The imperial parliamentarians were all surprised. Giving up the speech almost meant giving up the election. Although everyone knew that there was almost no suspense in this vote, and no speech could be reversed, it was a bit unexpected for Marquis Zelimu to give up directly.

Tim Kennan's expression did not change, as if he had known it before, he said, "Otiluk, it's your turn to speak."

"My lord, I also give up speaking."

Otiluk stood up and replied that he had just been resurrected, and when he sat down, he cast a friendly look at Ren.

After that, every candidate Tim Kennan called, without exception, gave up speaking.

After reading the names of more than a dozen candidates, it was finally Renn's turn, he was the last one. Tim Kennan said, "Raine Augustus, it's your time to speak. You have fifteen minutes."

"Thank you, Lord Duke."

Amidst the attention of all the people, Ren slowly got up and walked to the rostrum.

He looked at the more than 300 imperial parliamentarians sitting in front of him, with confidence and awe on his face, and said in a low voice: "Everyone, please remember this sentence: it is not my honor to be a consul, but to be in power. The honor of being an official. Today, every vote you cast for me will be the most important decision in your life in the future.”

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