Facing Tang Fang, he completely lost his peace as a wise man and transformed into a person influenced by emotions. Naturally, his face no longer remained unchanged and had more colors.

To Tang Fang, this is very interesting, but to Xuan Ge Will, this is not interesting at all. This means that he loses his qualifications to be proud and his capital to be calm in front of Captain Tang.

He... is a lousy, a complete loser.

It is conceivable how heavy a blow it would be to let a king above millions of people swallow the bitter fruit of failure.

If it were someone else, he might have already been mentally broken. Fortunately, he was the hymn Will, standing in distress and casting in bitter cold, like a soft sword that has been polished for many years, and can bend and stretch.

He quickly returned to his calmness, put the simple sword in the scabbard, and his face returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

Mr. j said, "Your sword is thirsty."

"I feel that too," said Hymn Will.

Then the two walked out together, without any unnecessary communication, and in fact there was no need for unnecessary communication.

Will he compromise?

No, His Majesty the King will not compromise with anyone, Mr. J knows him very well.

The final negotiation process was just His Majesty’s trick to get, used to paralyze the boy and wait for him to fall into the trap.

Such hardships cannot defeat Alex Will, and it is even more difficult to erase his ambition to unify the kingdom and become an invincible emperor.

If he was a person who gave up so easily, how could he grow up to this point in the shadow of Henrietta?

This is not to say that those sad emotions are not real. He does feel frustrated and has a sense of frustration. However, his mind is strong enough to turn these negative emotions into the courage to continue moving forward, never give up, never give up, fall and get up again, fall again, and then move forward step by step until death.

After all, he and Henrietta are actually the same kind of person.

Until he walked out of the conference room door, Xango Will said in a calm tone: "See you back."

"See you back."

Mr. J did not move, and looked at the backs of His Majesty the King and the two black warriors going further and further in the corridor. Until he entered the corner, he slowly buttoned the top button on his shirt. He turned around and walked towards the open-air corridor connecting a neat green space.

He raised his right hand, and something between his finger turned into golden fine sand, which rose with the wind and flew away.

"Telro... It's really ugly... It's a pity that 'Void Tearer'...Athena..."

The intermittent sound was blown away by the wind, and he stepped on the mottled light and shadows of the maple forest on both sides of the corridor gradually drifting away.

A few birds cried from afar, and a lady on the green field was blown by the wind to her long skirt, and a burst of exclamation came.

Unfortunately, Mr. J's face is not handsome, destroying the freshness and tranquility of a corner of the palace.

He is always good at destroying certain good things.

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It was almost noon. The sun became less gentle, and of course, it was not rough. It was just that the sun made people drowsy...provided that he had already eaten his fill.

Unfortunately, the sunlight did not shine into the venue of the Joint Council. People did not eat, so they did not wander in the air like notes. What filled the room was a quietness that made people feel depressed to their chest tightness.

Not calm, but calm.

The source of this atmosphere was His Majesty the King. He entered the venue with a expressionless face, and walked from the side door to the speech table in the center of the venue in the seemingly measured footsteps.

In fact, before he appeared, the entire venue was boiling, like boiling hot oil, with oil flowers gurgling.

Because of Henrietta's voice and Tucson's turnaround, the new forces are no longer the protagonists of the conference. More and more people ignore the cold eyes of Ramon and Tyron, whisper with the people around them, discussing what happened, why His Majesty the King has not come back for a long time, and why the voting results have not been announced for a long time.

Some people noticed that Drizzt's face was very bad. Since he returned to the venue, he sat in his seat without saying a word, staring at his dry hands flat on the touch screen on the desktop.

A few people showed anxiety. This meeting lasted too long, which made people exhausted both physically and mentally.

Until Xango Will appeared and broke all movements, like someone suddenly unplugged the audio power supply, the venue suddenly became quiet.

Sand...sand...sand...sand...

Just like when he entered the venue, the leather boots rubbed against the bright carpet.

"Gugugugu!"

A discordant voice breaks the monotony and depressing tranquility.

It was the man's stomach yelling, because it was already afternoon, but they were still hungry and waiting for the meeting that should have been very simple and smooth, waiting for the vote to be announced, and waiting for the end of the issue of Tulamon.

The voice broke not only the strange calm of the venue, but also the majesty that enveloped the hymn Will.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief.

Tulamon, Edwina, Sevis and others stared at His Majesty the King with anticipation.

Henrietta, Merol, Tucsona and others stared at His Majesty the King with calm eyes.

Arnasi inserted the oxygen delivery tube back into his nostril.

Under the gaze of everyone, Xhako Will finally walked up to the speech stage, glanced around the audience from left to right, and said in an extremely calm tone: "So far, we will have a meeting."

Two short sentences, "Stop here" and "Second Meeting".

His Majesty the King said it very simple and easy, but when he heard those ministers and lords, heavier than mountains and louder than thunder.

So far? What should I do with Tulamon's issue?

The meeting was dispersed? The grand event of all the great nobles in the United Kingdom of Tulanx, just such a scattered meeting? What a joke!

Even though Psalm Will stood on the speech stage in the middle of the venue, even if a cold breath emanated from his body, it was still difficult to suppress the restlessness and uproar in the crowd.

The area where the ministers were located was boiling again, far beyond that before.

Members of the new forces looked at the wise and wise king in their minds in shock. Some people wondered if they had heard it wrong, some thought it was His Majesty's joke, and some showed thoughtful expressions.

Lost, frustration, and more or less some anger spread in the areas where members of the new faction are located.

The fencemen looked at each other in shock and looked at the expressionless face on the spokesperson.

"What should I do if the vote result?" said a minister who voted for it in a daze.

A man next to him pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and said in a cold voice: "His Majesty the King said, let's stop here!"

"Then...what happened in this meeting, what happened, why did His Majesty the King go out and say such words when he comes back? What about Tang Fang? Just leave it alone and ignore it? What if something like the Georgia Massacre happens again?"

"If I were you, I would put these questions back in my heart. Then I chose to shut up."

Someone behind sighed, "I'm afraid something big will happen."

A hoarse voice rang: "Yes, the situation has become more complicated."

Suddenly, a somewhat sarcastic voice resounded throughout the block: "You said... the one who asked His Majesty the King to make such a decision, would it be that Tang Fang?"

No one spoke anymore, and the area behind the fence seat became quiet.

The area where members of the old-school forces are located is also quiet.

What is quiet is their mouths, and what is not quiet is their eyes and hearts.

The anxiety and sadness at the beginning were replaced by faint ridicule and cold eyebrows.

Some people's provocative and sarcastic eyes crossed the area where the fenced party was located, and fell on the guys who had once shown their power in the new faction. They returned it with the expressions and vision they once gave them.

Their strongest backer is standing on the stage at this moment and announcing the suspension of the Joint Parliament.

This is a wonderful and gorgeous... no, it is a luxurious slap in the face. It has no sound, but it is louder than thunder and more majestic than a tsunami.

Because it all comes from His Majesty the King.

He slapped himself in the face in front of all the great nobles of the kingdom, but also slapped the ministers and lords of the new faction who followed him.

Everyone knows that the so-called joint council is just a celebration of the new forces. However, for those who once smiled and were full of complacent intentions, heaven and hell were just a line. The moment they were still arrogant winners, but the moment they were kicked off the clouds by their king and fell into a dog to eat shit.

Such a scene is wonderful, dramatic and story-like.

Some old-school members who voted against touched their stomachs and thought they would have to eat later.

Some traitors who voted for it looked as dark as charcoal, and cold sweats as big as soybeans meandered down from their foreheads, wetting their hair and collars.

I thought I could hold Piano Will's thigh in the final side action, even if I couldn't stand up, I could at least save my life and continue to enjoy a rich life. I never thought that if I didn't hold my thigh, it would end up inside and outside.

They regret it very much. They think their luck is so bad.

A security department official took out a few blue pills from his arms and stuffed them into his mouth to calm down his somewhat scattered heart rate.

A diplomat took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat near his ear, considering whether to submit his resignation. On the one hand, he gave way to the reserve backbone of the old-school forces, which was also considered a loss of merit and guilt, and on the other hand, he could save his life and reputation.

Henrietta inserted the silver crutch into the storage device of the magnetic levitation chair, left the rostrum, and headed towards the royal special passage.

He didn't say hello to anyone, but just left and took a look to the corner.

Merol then stood up, tidied up his slightly deformed suit, walked past Tyron and others, and when he reached the seat where Tulamon was, he patted his nephew's shoulder and farted.

Yes, he farted... His Royal Highness farted in front of his nephew, one that had been held in for a long time, and one that was very loud.

If it is placed on certain occasions, this scene is absolutely embarrassing. A noble and respected prince actually made a fart in public. Although many people are far away and don’t know what the fart it tastes like, there is no doubt that this is a very rude thing.

But today, it is not Merol, but Tulamon who is embarrassed.

The young prince is the most arrogant person today, the person who launched the national war initiative, and the person who gathered the fleet and prepared to send troops to attack Captain Tang.

In the early days, apart from Hymn Will, he was the most glorious figure in the entire United Kingdom of Turlanx.

Now, Prince Mellor did something interesting and insignificant, and released the arrogant Tulamon as a loud fart. This is even more disgusting than His Majesty the King's slap in the face in public.
To be continued...