The preparations for the throne ceremony basically take 2 to 6 months, and the cumbersome and even strange work contained in it is different from the procedures that must be followed. After all, Sardinia is one of the few ancient countries and royal families that have always maintained tradition. However, Her Majesty Queen Maria's current situation obviously does not allow her to wait for such a long time, and everything must be quicker and simpler. Two hours... No, no, in order to prevent emergencies, such as a sudden loss of voice or diarrhea of ​​an important assistant, a quarter of the time must be left as a buffer. Another reason is that people are unwilling to think about whether the speed of this artificial black hole will be accelerated?

The entire Sardinian capital was busy - the House of Commons, that is, the Congress first accepted the abdication issued by Her Majesty Queen Maria, and the edict of the Crown Prince Alexander Sallyeri Ferdinand. Although Her Majesty could not be read in person to the ministers, the preparations for the throne ceremony were also carried out. The Holy Family Cathedral in the capital of Sardinian capital is a place where royal members hold weddings, funerals, mausoleums, and crowns of the king or queen. There were hundreds of kings or queens wearing crowns here, which were maintained very well, but the decoration required to complete the throne ceremony would still make people breathless because of the urgency of time... Gundam alone

Hundreds of feet, wide and high, the fabrics hanging under the complex domes were desperate enough—the flags and streamers must have royal emblems and knight medals patterns passed down from the Middle Ages, and correspond to the dense seats below—fortunately, this problem has been similar to those similar, such as considerable cushions, silk blankets, ornaments, candles, wine, etc., trivial and troublesome preparations were taken by the nobles—no one knew more about the traditions than them, nor could anyone start preparing for today’s throne earlier than them—this preparation was not just custom dresses or something.

Within a few minutes after the Speaker of the House of Commons, holding the documents, ran towards the crown prince, which is the residence of the future new king, and submitted the resolution made by the House of Commons at the fastest speed, the crown prince, his close guard and his foster brothers walked out of the room and walked straight into the depths of the palace - one of the most important links of the throne ceremony, the crown prince was crowned only by the king (queen), whether present or future, to go in person.

"Do you really know where that crowned crown is?" asked Wilderger. "Why do I feel like I'm walking into a monastery cemetery?" The light that was already leaning towards the west was originally very bright and warm, but as they went deeper, the light in the corridor became dim and thinner, which was definitely not due to the direction and the change of time. And, what was rolling at my feet... the Necromancer could be sure that it was a bit of a complicated negative energy, not the dust accumulated over time due to the negligence of the staff.

"You feel right, child." When the last syllable at the end of the Crown Prince's guard's words was still echoing between the dome and the floor, an old and cold, slower than the Necromancer's voice sounded immediately - two dark wizards in dark gray robes walked out of the shadows under the wall, they gathered their hands between their chests and abdomen, bent down towards Alex, and one of them turned to Wilderge after the salute: "You can't go forward anymore, this corridor can only allow the king of Sardinia to step in." He said clearly in a lighter and slower voice than before, neither gentle nor fierce - his actions and breathing were filled with an indescribable fatigue and gloom, as if a corpse was excavated from the grave and forced to continue working.

He was referring to the other end of the corridor where they were connected. Unlike the others, there were no windows or lights in that corridor, and the dark walnut sidings and scarlet carpet seemed to absorb all the light. Alex nodded to Wilderger, signaling him to wait, and then passed the two dark wizards who gradually disappeared in the portrait and threw themselves into the darkness he knew and loved.

The negative energy gradually became pure and rich, completely gathered the undead in his arms. The undead raised his head slightly and slowed down slightly. This negative energy mist that could almost suffocate an ordinary living in an instant made him feel comfortable and very comfortable, like a lost deep-sea fish returning to the bottomless trench - he arrived at the bottom of the corridor lightly and silently as if he was floating, and opened the door, and the dark corner cabinet was still as if Her Majesty had seen, still motionless, quietly in the corner of the room.

Alex opened the cabinet door, and the gorgeous and heavy crowned crown sat upright on a velvet cushion. The crown has always been the symbol of the wealth and power of the royal nobles. Whoever possesses the crown has boundless wealth and surrendered majesty - and the crowned crown has a completely different meaning. Sardin's crowned crown is one of the two medieval crowns that exist in the world. The base is simple in shape and pure gold. It weighs 2.8 pounds and is about one foot high, which is as high as the elbow to the fingertips. It is lined with marten fur on white background and black spots. Unlike other crowns, it is inlaid with various colored gems and diamonds as much as possible, and pearls. Its eight arc-shaped arch arms are only inlaid with small but excellent quality diamonds. They are like rivers formed by fire, forming a tower-shaped base at the center of the gathering, holding a flawless emerald.

This emerald is the size of a dove egg. It is thick and clear, without a trace of cracks or impurities. It seems to turn into the lou water or mist in the forest at any time. In the early morning, when you appreciate the newborn leaves through the drops of water hanging on the branches and leaves, humans will be lucky enough to see the same beauty as it; and to make this identification, there is no need for magic, experience or knowledge. As the poet said, "Even if a most ignorant savage meets the emerald in the wet dense forest, he will deeply realize the bright and crystal beauty and preciousness of the color."

It is like a heart belonging to forests and rivers, full of vitality, and huge power can flourish anytime and anywhere - this power is not positive energy, and of course, it is not negative energy. It is peaceful, stable, calm, and calm, and even accommodates darkness and accepts light.

The undead have stopped, resided, and even explored near it more than once, but have never felt it, and its power and soul.

This is a strong and strong soul.

***

Wilderge lazily leaned against the last floor-to-ceiling window, hiding himself in the shadow of the satin curtains while looking out - from this angle and direction, he could not see the entire palace square, but at least he could see the statue of the Virgin who had once displayed the holy traces.

The edge of the square was crowded with people - they were busy building satin tents and decorating flowers. At the foot of the Virgin statue, the center of the square, a large area was empty. An old man walked over with a white cloth pocket with an ancient style and rich colors, and the people made way for him - there was nothing inside. Wilderge stared at him with interest. He walked to the Virgin statue, then put it down, lifted his pocket, and poured out the things inside - it was mud, dark brown soil, mixed with scattered blades of grass.

The undead had extremely good eyesight. You can see that the tiny grass leaves were still green. The soil should have just been excavated.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at the dirt." Wilderger turned around - Alex stood behind him with the crowned crown (like holding a stool).

Alex approached the window, "I think you should know... for the sake of the time and energy spent on you with the effort and Juana."

The Dead Knight blinked: "Well... I think I know, this is the platform of dedication and pledge."

A must-do step in the coronation ceremony of Sardinia - before the new king ascends the throne, the people of Sardinia will elect representatives according to their respective regions, and the representatives will take a bag of local soil to the place where the coronation is. The soil in each region is poured together, symbolizing the loyalty and dedication of the people to the new king. In contrast, the new king will also swear on the foundation of this soil that he will fulfill the obligations that a king should fulfill to the people.

Alex glanced at the Necromancer beside him: "...I think you should know more that I never break my promise."

"I'm just entrusted." Wilderger's snow-white teeth appeared.

The lich, who was wearing the crown prince's shell, said nothing. He turned around and left and made a gesture. His loyal Necromancer immediately followed.

"In fact, there is nothing to be embarrassed about." The Undead said lightly.

"What?"

"You love Sardinia." He didn't think that someone could threaten or seduce Wilderger so easily to do things he didn't want to do, even when this guy was still a living person.

"that……"

"It's okay," Alex stopped suddenly: "I love Sardinia, too."

The Necromancer hit his back hard.

He should have known long ago that his foster brother, Sardin's crown prince, the new king... No matter what his external identity is, he is still an arrogant and selfish little bastard after all!

***

"You know my purpose - if you really want me to be king of Sardinia - why not show your power earlier?" If that's the case - the Lich knew that he would agree to the deal, twenty years, or thirty years, or even fifty years - the Lich would exist longer than humans, and the price was not unpaid.

"Ah." Emerald, exactly, "Throne" replied: "Maybe it's because it's untradable, what I'm expecting."

"?"

"If you take responsibility... you are willing to bear it, you cannot trade or force it."

That's it...!~!

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