Tulamon stood up from the seat, but... just stood up, and he did nothing. He could do nothing.

That was a fart, that was also an iron stick to break the pride.

Gilcott walked away from the rostrum in his eight-character steps and quickly caught up with Merol, saying in a voice that was not loud but clearly heard by many people: "The weather is really good today, it's a good day to drink."

Merol said: "Is good weather related to drinking?"

“Of course there is.”

"Let's hear..."

The princes of the old-school forces behind the back were chasing the three people in front of them on the bright red carpet.

Tulamon stood there like a statue, no, like a monument, engraved with monuments of shame and failure.

Drizzt, who was sitting under him, was motionless. It looked like a clay sculpture in front of the tomb.

A stone tablet and a clay sculpture are very harmonious.

Hymn Will walked down from the speech stage, imitated Henrietta to look back at the corner, turned around and walked towards the exit.

Tulamon looked at the lords of the old-school forces and snorted coldly, followed His Majesty the King and left the scene.

Then Tyron, Drizzt…

In a blink of an eye, people left the sky, and only the loud rumblings were left.

Hymn Will was gone. Henrietta was gone, and no one could suppress them anymore.

Two maids followed Arnasi step by step, and the speed was very slow. The tight air-conditioning suit outlined a graceful body.

If they were flowers, the old man in front of him was a dead tree. He became less angry.

The old prince never said a word from beginning to end, strictly abides by his promises, does not interfere in politics, does not speak about politics, is a spectator, and a witness to the times.

Unfortunately, the era of Henrietta is not over yet, and someone has resold it.

"Does Tang Fang...?"

When the magnetic levitation chair and the two beautiful backs disappeared into the exclusive passage of the royal family, an old and weak voice floated into the venue.

Arnasi doesn't mean he is a blind man.

Marquis Robinson, who was closer to the security door, shivered and suddenly felt a very bad feeling. It was not because the cool breeze blowing in the corridor when the security door opened and the safety door was opened, nor the cold wind ripped off when the dying old thing walked by, but a very strange and unreasonable discomfort.

He subconsciously looked back and saw Reeves slump on the chair representing Duke Knar, his somewhat dark face as if it was frozen, which was so cold that it was chilling.

Robinson suddenly remembered something. Half a month ago, Reeves borrowed a support fleet of 300 warships from him, cooperated with the Josenna Navy and the private army built by the anti-reform nobles to form a defensive force to protect the Josenna star system and ensure that it will not be captured by Captain Tang.

Now Reeves is at a loss and the opposition to reformists is about to fall. Even His Majesty the King has made such a decision, which is no less than slapping himself in the face in front of everyone.

Arnasi's self-talk before leaving woke him up, realizing that the reason for such a "sharp turn" was all due to the young man named Tang "Aladele".

"It seems... after the meeting, we must contact the fleet as soon as possible and let them evacuate "Joenna" as soon as possible.

Robinson shook his head, even the respected King bowed his head and gave in, let alone a little lord like him? Poor Reeves, he suddenly stopped feeling, his face turned pale, and a terrifying light shot out from his pupils, because the Marquis thought of a possibility, perhaps the source of the sixth sense just now.

Tucson's projection became increasingly faded, and eventually turned into a flash and disappeared into the venue.

Arudiba is faster than Tucson. As soon as Arnasi left the door, he left directly under the camera, leaving only the slowly dissipating blank light curtain.

Then there was Duke Edwina, the gorgeous baron was still so colorful, even though his handsome face had a layer of frost, and there was a thick chill between his eyebrows that could not be melted.

Sevis looked at her back, kneaded the pure white handkerchief into a ball, and threw it hard onto the table.

The lords who used projection to access the venue all disappeared invisible, and the people who came to the scene also stood up one after another, leaving the seats with different moods and expressions one after another, and walking towards the main entrance.

It was only after they left that it was the turn of important members of the United Kingdom of Tulanx.

The venue began to become deserted, and the low-key discussions and chaotic footsteps of the ministers went further and further away, and eventually disappeared behind the two main gates.

The lights on the dome became dimmer and then suddenly became brighter. The personnel responsible for cleaning work walked into the venue from outside with a special robot.

Only their expressions are truly calm, and only their steps are truly at ease.

……………………

His Majesty the King did not attend the luncheon, nor did he leave the lords and ministers to attend the party that had been prepared for a long time...or in other words, the party was not held at all.

Some people took their own shuttle and left the "Cabreto" after having a bland lunch. Some lords and ministers did not rush to return home, but gathered with friends whom they knew to discuss how to deal with the current situation in order to protect their own and their family's interests in this troublesome autumn.

It is said that Gilcott held a grand reception at Moncrod Star Port.

It is said that Tulamon kicked the door of his bedroom in the "Cabreto" mansion, which was made of ash and very sturdy.

It is said that the lights are on in the core area of ​​the Har Palace, the room where His Majesty the King usually uses to study.

The dramatic scene at the Joint Council was like a storm, sweeping across the entire Hillenbel region in half a day and overnight.
Chapter completed!