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He was a special expert who had survived a hundred deaths, so he naturally could tell that the deceased's chest had been shattered by the pure force of one palm strike. To have such overwhelming power, one had to at least reach the level of a Golden Warrior. Was this still that Roland trash who was famous in the imperial city?

Hedda walked up to them and said in a cold tone, "Young Master Roland, Young Master Bolt, please give me a reasonable explanation." Seeing that he had arrived, Henry was immediately emboldened. "General Hedda, you came at the right time. It's this bastard …" Roland, you attacked me, my men were killed by him to protect me, please uphold justice, and punish him according to the law! " He had originally wanted to say the word "bastard." But thinking of how Werther easily killed the Bronze Warrior with a palm, he immediately became listless and hastily changed his words.

Werther shrugged. "General Hedda, right?" "Master Henry must have been scared to death. I never attacked him, but one of his attendants suddenly jumped out to kill me. I only acted in self-defense, and that's the result." Hedda's face was expressionless, but he was cursing inwardly. The two of them were both descendants of nobility, and it was impossible to judge their current situation. It wouldn't be good to offend either one of them. This problem was simply too thorny. Even the usually cold and impartial He Da began to feel troubled.

At that moment, a duck's voice called out, "His Majesty has arrived!" "Eight guards with sabers walked into the main hall in a line, one after the other. Soon after, like stars in the sky, an emperor walked into the main hall. He wore a yellow robe, was wearing a crown on his head, had a ruddy complexion, and had strands of white hair on his temples.

This His Majesty Klein VII was already over sixty years old, but he maintained his position well. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and occasionally he swept them with his gaze, as if he had a knife in his hand. However, at this moment, a smile was plastered on his face and he was accompanied by many people. There was Cardinal Anthony in the Great Hall of St. Berdoo, Sir Nicholas who had stayed in the empire for more than a year, and then there was the high ranking officials of the empire. The Minister of the Left was also included.

The emperor was chatting happily with the crowd. "Nicholas, I've gathered all of the descendants of the Empire's top officials here today. Let me see, which of these little things will make the atmosphere better in the future. After all, the Empire still belongs to them tomorrow, haha." Nicholas smiled and bowed slightly as he listened. Seeing the Emperor enter, all the nobles present kneeled down to pay their respects. Werther was no exception. In an instant, the sound of cheers resounded throughout the hall.

The old emperor said excitedly, "Forget it, there's no need to be so polite." When he raised his eyes, he saw a corpse lying there. With a frown, he could feel the aura of a Zi Emperor, "Hedda, what's going on?" His tone was light and indifferent, without any intention of anger, but the boundless majesty contained in his words was real. Even with the boldness that he had developed in the battlefield, he still could not bear it, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he reported everything that had happened.

The old emperor glanced at Henry and Werther separately. Henry felt his entire body go bone-chilling from the emperor's gaze, and he almost kneeled down. On the other hand, Werther actually saw a trace of benevolence and encouragement in his eyes and couldn't help but feel greatly surprised. Klein snorted, "Lord Left Premier, does that follower of your grandson have the status of a noble?"

Hearing what had happened, the Minister of the Left immediately knew that his grandson was the one who had angered him. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead as he hurriedly replied, "Reporting to Your Majesty, he is just a servant of this old official. He has some skills, yet he was transferred to serve in front of my grandson. He is just a commoner." A look of unhappiness flashed across the emperor's face, "Since it's a commoner who attacked a noble, no matter what the reason is, he will be sentenced to death. What else is there to be found!?" He was carried out and dealt with. He was laughed at by his esteemed guest! Hedda, you, as the commander of the Imperial Guard, have gone back to your post! "Humph!" Hedda hurriedly knelt, trembling, not daring to speak. The old emperor said, "You have ruined my good mood. Get out of here!" Hedda quickly ran out of the hall as if he had received a pardon.

When the guards came up to carry the corpse away, the old emperor was seated on the throne. He looked at Werther with interest and asked, "You are James' son? Did you kill that person with a single palm? "You are quite skilled. Didn't they say that you can't practice magic or dou qi?" However, when he saw the old emperor, not only was he not as terrified and fearful as Hedda, but he even felt that he was somewhat familiar with him. He liked to be close to the old emperor, and felt that the old emperor's eyes were full of affection and affection, so he bowed and said, "I am indeed unable to practice magic and combat power, but I was specially hired by my father to find a master alchemist.

The old Emperor nodded. "Hmm, from a waste of magic fighting to killing a bronze warrior with one palm, it looks like you've suffered a lot. Don't forget that your father dotes on you too. " He turned to Henry and said, "Are you Philip's grandson? Why is it so pussy! Let your follower take the lead, what level has your battle qi reached? Your grandfather is my most important subject, and your future prospects are limitless. Don't disappoint me. " It was obvious at a glance. Henry was too frightened to speak, so he hid behind his grandfather.

The Minister of the Left coughed, and smirked, "Young Master Roland, you could say that you ascended to the heavens in a single step, to think that you have already achieved such a high achievement, it is hard to hide it from us. I wonder, was that assassination caused by Master Roland? " This question immediately attracted everyone's attention. If that Dark Elf was really killed by Werther back then, then there would be a lot more tricks involved.

"Lord Left Premier must have been joking. When I was assassinated, I really didn't have the slightest ability to protect myself, only until Master Calton came to the imperial capital and made me a medicine did I manage to cultivate battle qi. Master Calton's arrival was indeed after the assassination; at this point, the Lord Left Premier can go to Lord Calton to verify this matter and see if I'm lying."

There was a little commotion in the hall as soon as he heard the name 'Carton'. Apparently, the name of the saint alchemist was not small. A lot of people knew about him. Even Archbishop Anthony revealed an expression of surprise. Ever since he knew that the youth who killed the bronze warrior was the young master of the Roland family who he had deemed to be a cripple in magic and martial arts, the expression on this archbishop's face grew richer. It was unknown if he was regretting it or something else. When Nicholas first laid eyes on Werther, his eyes shone with a warm and strange light. He naturally recognized this youth as the one who had blocked Santos at the city gates. It had only been a short year, but his cultivation was at least twice as high.

Werther felt Nicholas's gaze, smiled at him, and looked proud. The Minister of the Left cursed inwardly. Since he had brought out Master Karton, how could he ask for confirmation? He let out a dry laugh. This time, he pointed the gun at James, "Count Roland, when you took over as the Public Security Bureau, you said that you wanted to capture the mastermind behind the assassination of your son. More than a year has passed, I wonder how it is going to turn out?"

James smiled faintly, "The Minister of the Left did not mention it. I too would like to report this matter to His Majesty. I have already found out who the real culprit is! " The Left Premier's eyes narrowed as he raised his eyebrows, "Oh? "Sir James, please tell me, who is the real culprit behind this?"

James glanced at him and asked curiously, "Since it was the Dark Elves who assassinated him, the real culprit behind this is naturally the Dark Elves as well. Does Lord Left think that it's a human?" Zuo Qi laughed, realizing that he had lost his composure. He hurriedly said, "Your Grace, please continue."

James said, "Your Majesty, just a few days ago, my men, together with the experts from the Nature Elves, ambushed two of the Dark Elves who escaped from the land of exile. One was the princess of the dark elven tribe, Betty, and the other was the elder of the dark elven tribe, Fanny. Currently, the two Nature Elves' princes and elders have already chased after them. I believe that there will be good news soon. "

The old emperor said, "Mm, very good. You have to keep an eye on this. Archbishop Anthony, regarding the reappearance of the dark elves in the continent, I have long since notified the Divine Hall. I wonder what the Divine Hall will do this time? "

At the start of the Dark Elves' assassination, the Deities Templar only had the intention to watch the show, not to put too much thought into it. This time, two high-ranking officials came running out, and Anthony could not help but take them lightly, saying with a smile, "Your Majesty, please be at ease, I have already asked His Holiness to send the law enforcers of the Ecclesiastical Tribunal to the Empire. When the words' Ecclesiastical Tribunal 'was mentioned, the faces of the nobles present were not too good. It was obvious that this notorious institution was already a rotten egg on the continent. People hated it when they saw it.