Char didn't dare to talk much. Although he could understand the language spoken by the Babylonians, he didn't have the local accent.
He hesitated, ignoring the surprised shop owner and leaving.
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Walking on the mountaintop roads of Babylon is like walking on the clouds in the sky. Some roads are built according to the mountains, and some are directly suspended in the air with the power of magic.
Xiaya stayed on the 108th floor for a long time, and finally stood at an intersection leading to the highest floor.
It is no longer allowed to come and go at will.
The upward intersection is no longer clear, but is divided by a wall and a thick stone gate—this is also the first place with a wall that Char has seen since entering the city of Babylon.
Although there is no guard, the stone gate obviously cannot be pushed open at will. Xia Ya stood behind a shop for a while, and then waited until a man in white with black hair entered the stone gate. When the guy approached the stone door, the door panel automatically opened, and after he walked in, it automatically closed.
Xiaya immediately walked over and tried it by himself. Unfortunately, he stood in front of the door, but the door panel didn't respond.
Just as he turned around and was about to leave, a voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Hey! Why are you still here?"
A young man with the same black hair strode over, wearing a white robe, which was obviously different from that on Xia Ya, which was tailored more closely, and behind him was carrying a huge two-handed sword.
The long black hair was bundled into a bundle. The man who was obviously a samurai came to Xia Ya and frowned at Xia Ya: "It's time for the meeting, where are you going? Come in!"
Speaking of which, he seemed a little puzzled, staring at Xiaya's face: "Which mentor's disciple are you? Why haven't I seen you?"
Just when Xia Ya didn't know how to answer, the man stared at Xia Ya's clothes for a few moments before suddenly showing a smile: "You're wearing civilian clothes... I see, you must be a 'returner' who just arrived recently, Right?"
After remembering what Saint Laurent Garros had said, Xia Ya breathed a sigh of relief and nodded quickly: "Yes."
"It turned out to be a returnee." The man's face showed a strange and complicated expression: "Your accent, you came back from Byzantium? Which messenger did you come back with, and why didn't you teach you the rules here, As a returnee, you are destined to become a member of the guardian samurai, how can you walk on the streets wearing civilian clothes.”
Saying that, the man shook his head again, but still showed a friendly smile to Xia Ya: "My surname is Han, and my name is Han Bi. You can call me by my name, or you can call me senior brother."
Han Bi? Such a strange name.
Compared to the Byzantines, the Odins, or the Landis, the names are all very long, and this guy's name is indeed so weird, not only shorter, but even the pronunciation is so strange.
"My name is... Xia, Xia Lei Ming."
Xia Ya didn't give out a fake name, and no one here recognized him anyway.
"Xia Yaleiming?" Han Bi was stunned for a moment: "Are you a person with a compound surname? It's rare to see a compound surname, Xia Ya... Why is this surname so unfamiliar to me, I only know one with the surname of Dongfang and the other with the surname of Situ. Oh By the way, there is another guy from Simon, but I hate him."
Xia Ya laughed dryly, not knowing how to answer.
Fortunately, this guy didn't mean to ask questions - it seems that in the holy city, black hair and appearance are the best proof, and there will be no doubts at all.
"Let's go, Junior Brother Xia Ya." Han Bi grabbed Xia Ya's arm and took him to the stone gate. The stone gate opened automatically. The man dragged Xia Ya and strode in, smiling to himself. Said: "The messenger who is in charge of picking you up should be punished! For throwing you on the street so casually and telling me his name, I will complain to the Council of Elders and let that guy be punished. We are distinguished black haired people. Humans are noble guardian warriors!"
Xia Ya still laughed dryly.
But after walking into the 109th floor, he stared at everything that appeared in front of him, and he didn't have time to think about Han Bi's words.
What a palace!
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The entire holy city, under the 108th floor, all the buildings and streets, even the paving stone slabs, are a special kind of huge white stone, which is said to be something called "white jade".
But the one hundred and ninth floor is completely different.
In front of you is a huge palace. The building is not very tall and magnificent, but the palace wall is built with red walls and golden roof tiles, which is magnificent and magnificent.
The shape of the palace is also something that Xia Ya has never seen before. The roof is pointed, the eaves on both sides are also pointed, and there are flying eaves.
The round columns are all red, with gold floors and steps.
What surprised Char the most was that these pillars were engraved with a strange creature that Char had never seen before.
It was something like a serpent, but it had golden scales all over its body, and its head was like a horse, but it had a pair of long horns—like the horns of a reindeer.
The strangest thing is that there are four claws.
He was entrenched in the clouds and mist, showing a fierce and domineering arrogance.
There are huge long banners on the palace, but they are made of black wood. The words on it are like squares, and they are not any kind of words that Xia Ya knows.
Just under the palace, there were already hundreds of black-haired people standing there. They were divided into two sides. Wearing a black robe.
There are old and young, there are men and women, but it seems that there are slightly fewer black-haired people in white clothes.
There are slightly more black-haired people in black, but when Han Bi pulled Xi Ya through the crowd of black-clothed people, the other party stepped back a few steps to salute, but Han Bi held his head proudly and looked blank. Squinting, striding past.
When I came to the crowd of people in white clothes, this guy named Han Bi seemed to be very popular. Many people in white clothes and black hair took the initiative to say hello to him, calling him senior brother. Seeing that, Han Bi was quite well-known among these people in white clothes. He also took Xia Ya by his side and smiled to the others: "This is Junior Brother Xia Ya, a new returnee, and he is still a little unfamiliar with us at the moment, all of you are his senior brothers and senior sisters, please take care of them in the future. This new apprentice is good."
His words attracted a lot of response, and many people greeted Xia Ya enthusiastically. For a while, Xia Ya didn't know how many times "Junior Brother" was called.
Just as everyone was chatting, there was a sudden movement on the steps of the palace.
Several huge leather drums were pushed out, and several tall giants were naked, each with a bald head and drumsticks in their hands. The six drums were played at the same time, and the intense and rhythmic drum beats came. The hundreds of people below all cheered up, and even the brothers and sisters around Han Bi stood up.
Soon, several people in robes walked out of the palace gate. Most of these people looked quite old, some had pale hair, and the youngest looked at least forty years old.
The robes these people wear are of various colors, black and white, gray and red, and very mixed, but the only thing they have in common is their appearance, which is all black hair.
Xia Ya counted the number of people silently. There were eight people in total, but she heard someone talking in a low voice beside him: "Why is Mr. Du missing? Mr. Du can be a senior elder. How can there be less Mr. Du in today's Presbyterian Church?"
Presbyterian
Xia Ya immediately cheered up.
"Mr. Du is..." Xia couldn't help but whispered.
A man in white next to him glanced at Xia Ya and said in a low voice, "Junior Brother Xia Ya is new, doesn't even Mr. Du know? Mr. Du is the leader of our guardian samurai group and a member of the Council of Elders. The gatherings of our Guardians are indispensable for the leaders of our guardian samurai group to come forward.”
The person next to him couldn't help but whisper: "Yes, Mr. Du is not here, it's a bit strange! Hmph, these Presbyterian guys are just afraid of some tricks, these parasites in the Holy City!"
"Let's see what the hell they are doing! Even if Mr. Du can't tell them in the Council of Elders, we still have Lord Saint Laurent Garros! Humph!"
The last person to speak was Han Bi. He really had a lot of prestige. As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone else immediately quieted down.
Above the palace, among the eight elders, there was already an old man in a black robe who slowly took a step forward and said in a hoarse voice: "It's all here, let's start announcing it. A few months ago Although only a few people know about what happened, it can't be hidden now. The messengers sent out over the past few months have retrieved many candidates, and some returning samurai have also been brought in. We have tried our best, but despite this, the injury of the honorable city lord is still... I am afraid that the unbearable thing is imminent. After that tragic incident, we tried our best to recover from Among all the candidates for , sixteen successors with pure blood have been selected. All the candidates have been seen at the last meeting. The elders also understand the meaning, and make a decision as soon as possible. Because the city lord's body can't be dragged on anymore, then, the elders have now made the final decision, and we have selected the final successor..."
The elder's words were intermittent, old and weak, but everyone below listened quietly. When he said that he was going to decide the candidate, Xia Ya saw Han Bi beside him suddenly showing an angry expression Come on, strode forward, and shouted loudly: "Han Bi, the guardian of the holy city, has something to say!"
The elder seemed to have expected someone to interrupt, shut his mouth, and looked at Han Bi condescendingly. After a while, he said coldly: "Well, it's the boy of the Han family, what do you have to say?"
"This is not in line with the rules!" Han Bi met the other party's gaze and said coldly: "The inheritance of the city lord has always been designated by the city lord himself! Even if the current situation is special, the city lord himself cannot manage, but if the Council of Elders wants to decide the candidate, It is also necessary to have the consent of the guardian of the holy city! Since today is the decision of the candidate, why did Mr. Du, who represents our samurai group, not attend? Mr. Du has not expressed his attitude, so no matter what the decision is, the guardian of the holy city, the warrior, cannot admit!"
The elder looked at Han Bi with cold eyes: "The decision was made collectively by the Elder Council. Even Mr. Du is just a member of the Elder Council. No matter how his vote is decided, it must follow the collective decision of the Elder Council. ."
"If it's a normal thing, it's naturally like this! But the inheritance of the city lord of the holy city, according to the iron law, this kind of extraordinary inheritance, the leader of the guardian has the power of veto! After all, the succession of the city lord must get all the guardians of the holy city. The oath of allegiance! If you don't get the guardian's approval, you can't succeed the city lord!"
Han Bi argued hard.
"Mr. Du alone can't represent the meaning of all guardian warriors." The veteran said lightly.
"Mr. Du is the leader of the samurai group, and he is our representative!" Han Bi calmed down a little: "Respected elders, I don't want to oppose your decision, just... Yuli Yufa, this Let alone what the resolution is, it must be made in the presence of Mr. Du."
"Even if Mr. Du is not present, aren't you members of the samurai group also?" The elder looked at Han Bi coldly: "It is very simple to have the guardian's admission, I will tell the decision of the elders, and then The samurai group chooses whether to agree or not, and if most of them agree, then it’s fine!”
Han Bi was stunned for a while. Although he felt a little inappropriate in his heart, he really couldn't say any reason for his objection. After hesitating again and again, he couldn't help but say, "But Mr. Du..."
"Mr. Du is unable to attend due to important matters. As for the reason, this is a secret of the Council of Elders and cannot be announced to the public." The elder above shook his head.
"..." Han Bi sighed, looked back at the many companions behind him, and finally closed his mouth.
Seeing that Han Bi was no longer speaking, the elder above seemed to relax a little, then looked at everyone below, and said slowly: "The decision made by the elders will be the heir to the new city lord, we have chosen..."
Xia Ya suddenly and keenly noticed a detail. Just when the old man was about to announce, the other elders above seemed to have a somewhat relieved expression on their faces.
But at this moment, before the elder could say the name of the heir, he heard a clear and indifferent voice from afar.
"No matter who the name comes out of your mouth, I refuse to give allegiance to this guy."
A red figure suddenly floated from the intersection in the distance.
That long black flying hair, slender and slender figure wrapped under the red robe, like a red cloud floating. From a distance, it looks like a fairy!
With an exclamation, the crowd immediately burst into an uproar!
Almost all the warriors in white knelt down on the spot, and many exclaimed, "Lord San Gallos!"
The woman who came, drifted through the crowd like a gust of wind, and finally landed under the steps of the palace. Her bright eyes swept across the audience, but her eyes were as cold as ice!
The warrior in white, led by Han Bi, suddenly became excited, and Han Bi was even more excited, and his eyes were full of admiration.
Only Xia, who was in a cold sweat, quickly lowered her head deeply.
The arrival of Saint Laurent Garros immediately changed the color of the elders standing on it. Some of them subconsciously wanted to bend over to salute, but they finally held back, and some were even more pale.
"Very well, today's people are quite uniform." Saint Laurent Garros' eyes were cold, and he swept away from the faces of several elders, and then showed a sneer: "Since they are all here, before you say that Before the so-called resolution, I have a few things to announce first."
As she said that, she raised her right hand high, stretched out her index finger, pointed at the elders, and pointed down from the old man standing at the front: "I, as a member of the Holy City Guardian Warriors, The Elders of the Holy City will file a complaint!"
"I accuse the members of the Council of Elders, Zhou Zhengdao, Wu Xiangxian, Slater..." Her fingers pointed at each of the elders: "Jin Daolin, Larenzo, He Xifeng, Gu Mingteluo, and... you !"
Her fingertips finally stopped at the elder who spoke: "Your Excellency Simon!"
Saint Laurent Garros took a deep breath, his eyes became colder and colder: "I accuse you of a total of eight elders for committing the crime of rebelling against the Holy City!"
"I accuse you eight elders of conspiracy and treason!"
"I accuse you eight elders of conspiring to murder a member of the Presbyterian Church!"
"I accuse you eight elders of trying to murder the contemporary city lord!"
Word by word, all the people present were stunned!
Saint Laurent Garros' tone was cold: "The above is my accusation! Then..." She seemed to pause deliberately, and continued: "I am Saint Laurent Garros, the guardian of the holy city, and according to special laws, the city lord cannot Director, I will temporarily act as the city lord, and for the above accusations, I will sentence you... to death!"
boom! !
There was no more silence below, there was an uproar, mixed with exclamations, screams, angry roars, shouts...
Xia finally raised his head, hid in the crowd while he was in the chaos, and secretly glanced at Saint Laurent Garros, but found a detail that made him frown.
Although Saint Laurent Garros was full of murderous aura, her face was cold and calm, and she raised her right hand to point at the elders, but her left hand was behind her back and her palm was hidden in her long sleeves...
And that sleeve seems to be trembling slightly, unknown to others!
A drop of dark red blood fell from the sleeve and landed on the white jade-like floor!
Xia Ya's eyes suddenly changed!
This Saint Laurent Garros seems to be injured