Chapter 1074 (1/2)
Looking at the Knights and soldiers kneeling on the steps, and Edward, the night watchman with a sword and crown, Brandon said nothing, as if his talking eyes were staring at Lauren.
Did you arrange this?
The silent dark haired wizard met his eyes and gently sipped the corners of his mouth.
No, but I know that.
The prince with a frown blinked.
What do you think I should do, promise or not?
With a sigh, Lauren looked down slightly, but his eyes still didn't move away from Brandon's face.
It's all up to you - make a choice, either way. I'll support you this time.
really
Really, I promise Charlotte won't object.
Well, I believe you.
Two seconds... The two people who ended the ”dialogue” opened their eyes and looked in the opposite direction.
In the oppressive atmosphere, all eyes focused on Brandon; People with different expressions, but with inexplicably similar expectations, raised a heart to their throat.
Standing behind Brandon, without saying a word, Loren felt surrounded by countless ”emotions”, almost like being played by thousands of speakers with different songs, and his head was about to explode.
Vigilant and inexplicable, staring at the Byrne knights on their side;
Excited, excited and even ready to cheer, the local legions of East Saxony;
With some anger and resentment, but not against the result, the defenders of duanjie mountain are in a complicated mood;
I don't know what happened, but Boyi Hussars who intend to make a fuss
The chaotic emotions were like their eyes, like a converging stream, concentrated on Brandon de saleon.
The expressionless prince tore off his cloak and stepped towards the shield. The humble boots suddenly became the focus of attention.
In fact, this is already a ”special tradition” of the saxophone empire. Because the supreme emperor who went out to fight had no time to return to the imperial capital, he was held overhead by the Legion soldiers with shields and completed his coronation ceremony in the barracks.
At first, it was just a means to stabilize the morale of the army in the war, a way to reassure the soldiers to continue to work hard and even boost morale. After the emperor returned in triumph, a more formal ceremony was ”held”.
But before long, this temporary means became a ”reserved program” - especially some heirs with great disputes at the top of the Empire, often chose to inherit the throne in the way of ”Legion selection inheritance law”, and then forced and coerced the Holy Cross Church and imperial nobles to crown themselves.
Yes, the last emperor to do so was Charlotte I, the ”Dragon Queen”; Relying on the support of soldiers from the countryside of East Saxony, she ascended the throne as a woman for the first time, creating the tradition that ”female heirs can also be Emperors”.
Of course, with the help of Boye, Bain and Arles, Roland, the ”black Duke” of half the Empire, gave full assistance.
Brandon's current situation also happens to have many similarities with Charlotte I.
They all had legions loyal to themselves, were excluded by the upper echelons of the Empire, were unpopular and casual, and were supported by Duke Byrne. The reason for their support was not driven by interests, but mutual friendship
”This scene... Really reminds people of the old days.”
In a corner of the crowd, lanmallos, the Earl of Lake City, who held his horse, muttered, ”I say... Do any of you remember the story of the black Duke watching Charlotte I's coronation when you were a child nagged by your father and grandpa?”
”The ears are going to hear the cocoon...” regrell, the count of white horse peak, murmured in a low voice and his eyes were a little distracted: ”I guess our children and grandchildren will have a cocoon in their ears when we are old.”
”If we really live forever...” lanmalos shrugged.
Regrell couldn't help smiling softly. ”And you have to have a grandson.”
”Yes, it's indispensable.” lanmalos also laughed: ”the Centaur war, the battle of silver helmet mountain, the siege of eboden, the charge of blood skeleton Valley, the fall of duanjie mountain, and this in front of me, plus... So many stories in the future, I don't know how much I can remember at that time.”
”God knows... But stories are often more wonderful because they can't remember clearly, don't they?”
”Well said! I always thought...”
Without waiting for the excited lanmalos to finish, the Earl of anger castle, Eckert, stretched out his hand and interrupted him: ”everyone, be quiet!”
”Keep the order and keep all the Byrne Knights quiet - don't say a word before the Duke makes a formal statement, let alone participate without authorization. Do you understand?”
The Earls held down the sharp blades around their waists one after another and conveyed their orders to the rear with their eyes; In the repressed atmosphere, the Byrne people seemed more and more nervous.
Everyone is waiting for Brandon to step on the shield.
Brandon closed his eyes and hesitated.
The next second, the fiery red pupils opened and their eyes were very firm.
Everyone took a deep breath. Even Edward, the stiff night watchman, was excited and trembled slightly, waiting for the historic moment to come
”No.”
Huh?!
The night watchman subconsciously raised his head, raised his sword and crown, and almost put them down.
Not only him, but also the veterans holding shields around and the people watching the ceremony were stunned one after another. Further away, the soldiers still had their original expression and did not recover from their excitement.
”No, I don't accept it.” Brandon suddenly raised his head, looked around the barracks, met each pair of eyes looking at him, and cut the nail:
”I will never accept becoming the supreme emperor of the Empire in this way!”
”Everyone, did you hear that - I, Brandon de sallion, will never accept being hailed as emperor by you in this way!”
There was an uproar!
It was like a rainstorm and thunder. Just now there was a solemn and silent military camp, which was shrouded in all kinds of noise.
The dark haired wizard standing behind him looked quietly at Brandon's back and deliberately avoided a look at himself.