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Chapter 1207 Opening (Part 1)

Regrettably, although William has full confidence, Kieran can give him a VIP seat on stage.

But in the face of Her Majesty's pinching little hands everywhere, and the pleadings of the middle-aged aristocrats wishing to hug their legs and howl, he still failed to make the trip after all, and only got himself a seat in the corner of the stage to watch the ceremony up close.

In this regard, I can only say that no matter which world people are from, their temperament still likes to reconcile and compromise after all.

I want to go to the stage to watch a play and others don't allow it, so if I put a harsh word, saying that I will sit on the round and firm thigh of the Pope of Light to watch this play, then he will have to rush to move a chair for me.

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After looking at the back of the middle-aged nobleman "moving the chair" like burning his ass, William first observed the positions of other forces, and then asked for a leave of absence from the helpless Avril, and walked around with his hands behind his back. Strolled to the opposite side.

Ignoring the "don't come here" expressions on the faces of several elves, William walked around the seat allocated to the elves for several times, but he didn't see anyone he wanted to see, and finally he was pulling the hips of the goddess Under the guidance, he found his target behind a cloth curtain.

"Your Highness, your complexion is much better than last time."

After saying a few polite words to the elf prince with a stiff expression, William tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth, trying to put on a smiley expression, and asked:

"Where is Her Majesty the Queen? Will she come today?"

"..."

After hearing William's question, the elf prince first looked at the cannon carriages in the distance, and then at the looming "lewd smile" at the corner of Wei's mouth, and couldn't help but shivered violently.

"Not coming! Absolutely not coming!"

Mustering up all his courage, after standing straight in front of the "Elf Calamity", the elf prince said with a vigilant face:

"Mother, she... She has traveled a long distance! She is not feeling well! She will definitely not come before that day! If you want anything, you can discuss it with me!"

"Ah... so..."

Hearing that the elf queen didn't seem to be coming today, William could only sigh regretfully, and gave up his plan to discuss with the elves about the Plenty Cult's entry into Faran.

As for why he didn't discuss with the elf prince in front of him... Laughing, even among the elves who generally seldom experience the world, this elf prince can be regarded as a model of ignorance of world affairs.

Faced with this kind of super political noob, if he didn't even cheat and kill him, and signed two treaties that forfeited power and humiliated him, his heart would feel as uncomfortable as a cat scratching. But if the slaughter is really ruthless, not only will the enthusiasm of the Fengrao Cult be hit, but the elves may not recognize it... hey... I'm so disappointed...

After regretfully glancing at the seat reserved for the Elf Queen, William tried his best to restrain his thoughts of making trouble, and said goodbye to his own Elf Prince just like his father in front of him, then turned around and strolled to the seat of the Church of Knowledge, and found I saw a wretched old man in the corner who was flipping through little Liu Bei.

"Two hundred and five... um, His Excellency the Second Pope, you are also on a business trip? Hehe, your complexion looks much better than last time."

After finishing a formulaic opening remark that didn't distract him at all, William looked at the second-generation knowledge Pope Heroic Spirit whose eyebrows were twitching in front of him, and said cheerfully:

"The Church of Knowledge had such a close relationship with Fran before, how could you bear to do such a thing as leaving without saying goodbye? Did you receive some weird oracle recently? Can you tell me the specific content?"

"..."

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no! Absolutely not!

Just as William seized the opportunity to harass the Pope 250 crazily, a certain promising cook was hard at work reciting the speeches she had made when she was fighting for the throne the day after tomorrow.

And listening to her soft-spoken, pleasing to the ears, but without even the slightest bit of courage preaching, the current Patriarch of Aaron Rice's family was almost mad.

Even if our family has already withdrawn early and given up the plan to fight for the throne, why is it that the candidate for the throne proposed by one of the three high-ranking families looks like a doormat? Isn't this slapping our whole family in the face?

"Momentum! Momentum! Be more aggressive!"

Old Man Browning covered his throbbing head, and shouted at the cook who was sitting stiffly like a primary school student:

"Sit me more relaxed! Be more confident!

You are the blood of the Ferrell family! You are the heir to the Aaron Reese family! You are qualified to compete for the throne of the strongest human empire! Do you know what your identity means?

As long as you are willing, a casual sentence can mobilize a huge wealth of millions of gold, and even start a war against a small country, deciding the lives and deaths of countless people! I just don't understand, what are you afraid of? "

"me…"

Startled by the bulging veins of the old man in Chinese clothes, the cook subconsciously shrank back into the chair, then grabbed the corner of her skirt and whispered:

"I... I think about lying in front of so many people, I... I get nervous..."

"Afraid of lying?"

Hearing this, the old man in Chinese clothes couldn't help but unfold the manuscript in his hand, and angrily recited:

"Because of my origin, I was brutally hunted down and persecuted, and I had to leave the hometown where I was born. Hungry and hungry, I hid in a truck with cold wind leaking everywhere, and went to a completely strange country with eyes full of fear.

Perhaps from then on, I made up my mind to never let what happened to me happen again...not to let any child from a noble family lose...again because of fighting and persecution...

Other than that... unite with me! Accept the guidance of the great God of Light...I will, under the will of God...lead you...fight for...obtain...allies...prove why the Holy Empire is the greatest country on the Austrian continent! "

After reading the nearly 1,000-word speech at a very fast speed, the old man Browning shook the paper in his hand angrily, and shouted in a low voice with veins popping out of his forehead:

"What did you lie about? Let me ask you! What did you lie about?"

"Are the things about your past true? Are there no lies? As for the promises you made after you came to power, those are things that haven't happened yet! How can things that haven't happened be called lies?"

"That... that's also a lie."

The cook whispered anxiously:

"I can't do the things you wrote. How can I talk nonsense about things I can't do? And...and if someone is really deceived by what you wrote and chooses me After that position, what should I do if I find that I can’t do it?”

Choose you? Where is such a stupid person? !

The old man in Chinese clothes took a few breaths, calmed down his overactive heartbeat, and said with a dark complexion:

"You don't have to think about this kind of thing! Unless all the other candidates are dead the day after tomorrow, they will never choose you as long as they are not blind! If this kind of thing really happens, I will pay you this old life OK!"

"As for now... Now you have memorized this thing for me! Show me your confidence and courage! If you don't know what to do, just look at me! Also, give me a good performance when the time comes, at least the same! Otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel!"

While speaking, the old man in Chinese clothes dragged a chair from the corner and smashed it opposite the cook, then he sat down heavily, and ordered with a bad expression:

"First of all, sitting posture and eyes! Put your legs up for me! Your buttocks are not allowed to touch the back of the chair! At least leave me a fist distance! You have to lie down halfway, and you look domineering!

Lift my chin up too! Look up! Keep your eyes sharper! It's the feeling of seeing bugs on the side of the road...Damn it! What the **** are you doing? "

Seeing the look in his eyes that had just taken shape following his own guidance, but softened after a huff, the old man Browning said angrily:

"Looking like bugs in your eyes! Condescending! Plain! Turn a blind eye! And bring the confidence that you can control the other party at any time! Did you listen or not... Sigh! Forget it!"

After realizing that no matter how hard he tried, the cook didn't have the slightest bit of arrogance of a superior person, so the old man in Chinese clothes had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, and ordered through gritted teeth:

"Now! You start to stare at me! Use your strength! Be more fierce! Stare at me with your greatest malice!"

"Okay...Okay!"

Seeing the well-dressed old man's swelled like cooked shrimp, looking at his face as if it would explode at any moment, the startled cook couldn't help but nodded. Immediately imitating the appearance of the old man in fine clothes, he raised his legs a little stiffly, and leaned on the back of the chair so generously and even arrogantly, and while maintaining his majestic posture, he glared at him fiercely.

"Is this... is this fierce enough?"

"..."

Seeing the watery eyes in front of him trying to stare at him, but looking at the cook who looked like a frightened forest deer, the old man in Chinese clothes couldn't help closing his eyes in pain, and collapsed on the chair dizzily. inside.

That's it... Anyway, the benefits are obtained, shame or something... shame or something... shame or something...

"Snapped!"

After he slapped his forehead heavily, thinking of the family he had devoted his whole life to, the old man in fine clothes who could not face reality in the face of the entire Austrian Continent the day after tomorrow, he used another Clutching his overwhelmed heart with his hands, he ordered weakly:

"Anyway... Anyway, there are other people around. I won't follow when the emperor is elected the day after tomorrow. You... you can play freely!"

Hearing that this vicious and despicable old man would not be there, the cook, whose body was as stiff as a stake, couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, then seemed to suddenly remember something, and said with some worry:

"I will definitely remember your words and behave well! But...but if I screw up and lose my face, you...you must not hurt Daisy and the others!"

"Hmm...I promise you..."

After waving his hands as if he had no bones, the old man in Chinese clothes who seemed to be ten years old suddenly stood up slowly, wrinkling his old orange-peel-like face with a smile and crying, turned around unsteadily, walked towards the door, and left To say the least, this house shortened his life for more than ten years.

So be it…

Relying on the name of the Ferrer family, after attracting a large number of middle and lower-ranking nobles, the result of this emperor election has been settled, and there will be absolutely no mistakes. As for the embarrassment...

Hehe, I don't think there is any situation that can be more embarrassing than launching such a weak heir in front of the entire Austrian Law Continent!

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No! I was wrong! I was so wrong! Nima actually really has it!

Feeling the strange sights cast towards him, a certain old man who said he would never be there, but still quietly sat in the corner, couldn't help stretching out his hand in great pain, and firmly blocked his face.

If God gave him another chance to do it all over again, he would definitely choose to go back to the night before yesterday and stab to death that self who was desperately trying to teach others what courage is!

How silly of me, really!

When I taught her how to sit properly, the chairs I brought randomly had straight backs, so I told her never to put her **** on the backs of the chairs. In order to make the nobles sit more comfortably during the long emperor selection ceremony, The backs of the chairs on the podium are all tilted backwards, so...

Peeking through the gaps between the fingers, I saw Ge You lying on the chair in front of me like a paralyzed, stupid woman who was trying to open her big wet eyes and stared at the nobles angrily. She didn't know how ridiculous her posture was. , the old man in Chinese clothes couldn't help but sighed, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and get in there.

It's over, the glory of our Aaron Rice family for more than a thousand years has been ruined by her!

For the Aaron Rice family, who value inheritance and glory, this behavior of making a fool of themselves in front of the entire Austrian continent is tantamount to an extremely cruel public execution.

Unable to bear the more and more strange gaze, the old man in Chinese clothes stood up from his chair, wanting to escape from this place that made him feel ashamed.

As a result, just as he took a step, he was dragged back by a huge force, and he pressed back on the chair quite roughly.

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"Don't move!"

After slapping the old man who kept moving around, even though everyone was sitting in the same area on the stage, and they were all supporters of the cook, William still gave him a dissatisfied look.

What are you doing! It's okay to lean forward and backward for a while, cover your face and sigh for a while, why do you leave the stage early on such an important occasion?

How old are people! Why does it look like there is a big hemorrhoid growing on the buttocks, so I don't have the slightest honesty! Don't you see so many people looking over here? What if it delays my cook becoming the emperor? Can you afford it?

The old man in Chinese clothes who lost his lord was already in a very bad mood, but now he couldn't help but become even more angry, and he bounced up and glared at him:

"Presumptuous! Do you know me..."

"Shut up!"

After pinching his cheeks and throwing the old and disrespectful guy back on the chair, William narrowed his eyes slightly and warned softly:

"Don't make too much noise! ​​Is it Miss Zhanning's turn to speak? Do you know how to be polite?"

"..."

Hearing the dissatisfied scolding in his ears, Browning, who was pushed back on the chair again, opened his mouth, and remained silent for a long time...

I don't even know me as the head of the family, and I'm still sitting in the place of Aaron Reis's house... Nima, where did this stunner come from?

Also... Although I am old, I am still a seventh-level professional, right? Why is this person pressing me like he is pressing a chicken?