Chapter 571

The federal calendar is 290 years, and the Empire Antonio has been in power for 18 years.

January 1st.

The grand celebration was held in the imperial capital Sartre as scheduled.

As early as a few days ago, the most elite guards of the Empire entered the capital and carried out large-scale rectification and cleaning up, opening the way for the upcoming floats and parades.

The nobles took out their most gorgeous dresses and attended the celebration with celebrities and ladies.

In the streets and alleys, there are also free food distribution points arranged by them, which provide unlimited bread and juice, which is enough to make the beggars in the slums rejoice and live the only happy day or two in decades.

In front of the night King's palace.

The color shed has been set up, and the first seat is naturally the emperor of the Empire - Antonio Caesar.

Around him were the nobles and imperial dignitaries, who surrounded him like stars and the moon.

Even if there is a decline, the Chris Empire at this time is still the most powerful human country in the world.

Other little nobles looked far away at the most central venue, and some were still humming songs praising the Empire.

"Oh... Great Chris, you are glory, you are light, you are the dawn of the world."

"You are like a sun that never sets. You will always hang high in the air and rule the world..."

……

"Oh, great Chris."

Emma wore a tunic skirt and a top hat with white feathers on her head. A hazy white veil fell and covered her face.

She wore a layer of white gloves on her hand and was holding a folding fan made of peacock feathers, which was fanning violently.

After humming for a while, she complained to her brother Blu: "is it still a winter day in Sartre? Why do I feel like I'm in the plantation in the south?"

"Please be patient."

Looking at the crowded seats and heads around, blue smiled bitterly.

There are too many little nobles in the Chris Empire, and the Farrell family is not very prominent among them, but having a seat in this huge square is much better than those civilians who can only stand outside.

He looked left and right and suddenly asked, "where's your father?"

"He should be going to perform his duty... But it's nice to watch the celebration closely with those big people." Elma said proudly.

"But... Baron Farrell is just the most peripheral guard. Maybe he has to guard the deserted palace today. He has no chance to watch the celebration at all, ha ha..."

A shrill laugh came from a fat noble girl who was covering her mouth with a folding fan.

Blue glanced at the plump figure of Lennon's second daughter in disgust and quickly turned away.

The barons of Lennon and Farrell family have the same status, but their daughters are naturally wrong and like to satirize and compare with each other.

Just as those noble women show off to each other how beautiful their manor is, how luxurious their jewelry is, and how prominent their husbands and sons are.

"Vulgar..."

Blu felt some deep sorrow: 'has my sister become such a person? Or... Is this the so-called aristocratic demeanor? "

"You're talking nonsense!"

Elmerton was like a kitten with fried fur: "you're just jealous, because Lord Lennon lost to my father when he was selected."

"You're nonsense."

The tit for tat between the two girls made the weather seem hotter.

Blu reluctantly wiped his sweat and inadvertently glanced at the color shed: "all the big people have entered, eh?"

He rubbed his eyes and felt a little dizzy: "the six gods are on the, what do I see?"

His mouth was wide open, as if petrified, staring at the direction of the color studio.

"Brother... What are you doing..."

Having had enough noise, Emma gasped deeply and looked at her brother next to her.

"You... Look..." blue squeezed out two dry words from his throat.

Following his eyes, Emma saw her father, Gregory Farrell, who was impressively invited to sit down in the shed. Next to him were the Minister of Finance and the Minister of military affairs.

"Oh, my God!"

Emma fanned excitedly. "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"Felina, look!"

She proudly said to Lennon's second daughter, "that's my father... He must be reused."

"Yes... Crazy King's favor." Ferina stared for a long time, but she couldn't find any argument. Her lips moved for a moment and spit out a sentence in an ant like voice.

"Hehe... You're just jealous."

Emma felt in a great mood. She had never been so proud of having such a father.

……

"Baron Farrell."

The chancellor of the exchequer sitting next to Sulu stared at him in surprise for a moment, with an ambiguous smile on his face: "our emperor, your majesty, really likes surprises."

"Maybe... But today's protagonist has just entered, hasn't he?"

Sulu put his right fist on his cheek and quietly watched the Pope of the six Orthodox churches enter the venue.

"Mother Earth church Pope Britney Spears, the God of knowledge Pope Conrad, the God of the sea Pope Corey, the God of fire Pope Cody, the God of war Pope Cyril, and Darcy, the last lady of the storm..."

Sulu listened to the roll call and watched the six Pope take his seat. He couldn't help looking at it secretly.

"With the exception of the Church of the goddess of light, the Pope of other churches came in person, which is enough to show his attention to Antonio... In fact, the people of the White Eagle Federation should also come, but they are just hiding in the dark."

"Welcome to the six crowns."

Seeing that everyone was here, Antonio stood up and greeted everyone: "now... I declare that the celebration officially begins!"

Bang!

The salute exploded.

The noise spread far away.

"The boiling tide of the people is also a kind of faith... I feel the cohesion of fanaticism."

Seeing this, Pope Conrad, the God of knowledge, whispered.

As the Imperial Emperor and the peak representative of kingship in the world, Antonio was also in a strange state at this time.

With the cheers below, only high-level professionals can find that the aura lingering on him is becoming stronger and stronger.

Under the shed of the six shepherds, light and shadow are distorted, and a dark conversation is going on.

"Cyril, make a choice!"

The Pope of the God of fire sighed, "is there another holy war to be made?"

The result of the last sacred war was that the new world completely separated from the colonial system of the Chris Empire and established the White Eagle Federation.

Not only that, the focus of the goddess of Light Church completely shifted to the new world, and the original seven God belief system began to split.

"Antonio is crazy. He is working with evil gods. Don't you believe the evidence you see?"

The Pope of Mother Earth preferred women, and Britney Spears advised in a gentle voice.

"We all know... That we serve God and pray for God's care."

Cyril whispered, "but did the gods really pity us? Why... Don't they create a native God who really loves us?"

The expressions of the other five shepherds suddenly became dull.