Chapter 178 Let's go take the king home! (4k)

It was dawn of the fifth day.

The nobles from all over the world in Meereen were all looking forward to the arrival of the new event as they got into the various luxurious vehicles they had brought with them.

There are even mounts pulled by dragon horses, which are among the top mounts in this world.

In recorded history, there was even an incident where someone exchanged a dragon horse for an entire city.

Of course, there are various other fantasy mounts that are very suitable for the extraordinary world.

Creatures such as giant lizards, koma beasts, and even sub-dragons.

In the past, no matter how luxurious their cars were, it was of no use because everyone around them already knew about it and there was no point in showing off.

And now, they have a brand new stage to compete with each other.

Therefore, they all tried their best to let their servants drive slowly on the road so that more people could see their financial resources and status.

Of course, once they find that their vehicles have been completely crushed by other nobles, they will quietly change their route.

In order to accommodate them, the street design of Meereen has been revised many times.

This day is also the day that many people in Meereen look forward to the most.

Because on this day, many nobles would throw coins directly on the street to show off their wealth.

They are usually gold coins, but they won’t be thrown around for too long. It depends on your luck, and if you grab a few, you’ll win big.

In a few cases it would be silver coins, but if it was silver coins, the other party would keep throwing them until they arrived at the venue.

Therefore, the locations on those main routes are extremely popular.

So much so that over the years, the housing prices in the surrounding area have increased by who knows how many times.

Whenever this day comes, people from around Meereen will try to come and join in the fun and see if they can make a fortune.

The same is true today.

Almost last night, many people had set up simple tents along several main routes.

Be prepared to stay all night to try your luck for wealth.

The auction, which was the source of all this, was naturally no longer held at the headquarters of the Iron Chamber of Commerce.

They placed it in the specially built Great Hall of Meereen.

It was an extra-large open-air building modeled after the ancient Colosseum.

In fact, when there is no auction taking place, this venue does host beast fights and even fights between extraordinary beings.

According to the original design capacity, this place can accommodate 200,000 people.

At the same time, they also designed a total of 600 special seats.

These are for the real guests.

As for the remaining capacity of more than 100,000 people, just arrange the seats randomly.

Anyway, the wealth these people can bring is nothing compared to the 600 real guests.

If it wasn't for the purpose of creating a nice atmosphere, I don't think the designers would have reserved ordinary seats.

After all, in this world, the service industry generally gives priority to upper-class people.

As for the poor and civilians, few people really consider the mood and feelings of the lower-class consumables.

With all the power concentrated in one person, there is no need to worry about the untouchables planning to rebel.

Who said that at this time, even if the untouchables really rebelled, they could not take the lives of the nobles?
But it's just another joke that has happened countless times before.

The president of the Iron Sheet Chamber of Commerce, who had really lived a peaceful life for several days, was now standing at the entrance of the conference hall with a relaxed look on his face to welcome those distinguished guests.

Because it is a bumper year that has not been seen in the past ten years, the quality of the guests coming this year is surprisingly high.

In the past, it was usually one or two empires that sent people to take a look, and then there were twenty or thirty grand dukes from wealthy principalities.

The rest are the great nobles from various countries.

Now, a total of seven powerful empires participated, and even three emperors came in person. Previously, there were usually only 20 to 30 wealthy principalities participating, but now there are more than 70.

Such a situation, not to mention him, even in the records of the Iron Sheet Chamber of Commerce, is a once-in-a-millennium event.

After all, it was just as Moon thought at the beginning.

This is ultimately just a special luxury item.

It's not really a treasure.

Therefore, the person responsible for this matter was no longer him, but the two saints.

As for the angels, the angels serving the two Majesties would not come here for no reason.

Even when facing the emperors of the three empires, two well-known saints are enough.

Empires like Baratheon and Loiman are actually a minority.

In essence, they are a quasi-god kingdom created by three angels of glory in order to compete for the throne of God.

Most empires generally only possess high-sequence seals and have large enough territories and strong strength.

As for the high-sequence angels, in most cases their founders will be at this level, but this may not be the case for their descendants.

Under normal circumstances, High Sequence Beings would be attached to a certain True God.

That is to say, the major pantheons check and balance each other. Otherwise, it would be impossible for a high sequence to appear in the wild.

This is determined by the nature of God's path. There are a limited number of positions. If I take one, others won't be able to get it.

In this way, those who have the opportunity will definitely eat more and take more.

Looking at the many distinguished guests coming towards us.

The Chamber of Commerce president felt like his face was about to split apart from his laughter.

The man's water gold card had already made him a huge profit.

The successive appearance of these distinguished guests also represents the arrival of a huge sum of money.

Even though he still has to hand over a lot of gold from heaven.

But the remaining was enough for him to eat until his mouth was full of oil.

"you are happy?"

"Of course, how could I not be happy? Ah! Saint Harley, I'm sorry, I got a little carried away."

The Chamber of Commerce president, who recognized the voice, quickly made way and lowered his head slightly.

The person called Saint Hari is a middle-aged woman. She doesn't look good, just average. She doesn't pay attention to her age, so she looks like a middle-aged woman.

But this is just the appearance. In essence, she is a Sequence Three Church Saint.

Not only is he a high-sequence character, but he is also truly blessed by God and the King.

Not counting the high-level seals that she must have, even if she relied on herself, a normal Sequence Three would not be her opponent.

"You said that woman Lilith has found something and ran away?"

"Yes, Saint Harley, that abominable woman not only found the holy relic, she even brutally murdered several poor gravekeepers in the Church of the Dead."

"My Lord, I have never seen such a terrible woman."

In response to his words, Saint Hari just looked at him expressionlessly.

It was not until the head of the Chamber of Commerce was about to sweat that she said calmly:
"I hope so."

"Indeed, Saint Harley."

"Remember to raise your Chamber of Commerce's share of payment by another 20% this year. After all, you should have had a great harvest these past few days, right?"

The Chamber of Commerce President was getting more and more embarrassed, but he knew the seriousness of the situation and said:
"Don't worry, I will take care of everything. Also, which route should I take to pay the Tianshangjin?"

"Just keep it as it is."

Eh?! What does this mean? Shouldn't you give me some understanding, and then I will give you some tribute?

As usual
This woman is not easy to deal with.

The Chamber of Commerce president suddenly missed the woman named Lilith.

It's still official business as usual. This guy is completely inhumane.

Although Lilith is hateful, at least she can exchange her interests for theirs.

"I understand, Saint Harley." "Also, the auction is about to start, but there may be latecomers, so you should stay here and wait. He and I are inside."

Is this a knock?!

But that's it?!
The Chamber of Commerce president was a little confused about this woman.

He doesn't like working with such stubborn people, which not only makes no one make money, but also makes simple things difficult.

But how did such a person reach Sequence Three?

The Chamber of Commerce President, who couldn't figure it out, could only bow his head respectfully and say:

"As you wish, Saint Hari!"

After receiving the answer, Saint Hari nodded and walked into the venue.

Inside, another saint saw her coming back and came forward and said:
"You're sure there's something wrong with him?"

"Of course, otherwise there would be no need for that woman Lilith to find the things and kill the gravekeeper."

The other party nodded and said:

"Yes, she knows very well that we won't make it hard for her."

Immediately, he looked outside curiously and said:

"But if that's the case, why did you put him outside? If you're not happy with him, why not just report it to the higher-ups and have him removed?"

"That's the real punishment."

The woman named Harley sighed and said:

"He's the best guy who's worked here in all these years. Changing him would just bring up a more disgusting piece of shit."

"If that's the case, why leave him out there? Is there any deeper meaning?"

Saint Harry shook his head and said:
"No, I just don't want to see him."

"How's things going here, Des?"

Saint Des shrugged and said:
"There's nothing different. These are the old rules that have been in place for many years. Just let them follow the original rules."

Saint Hari shook his head and said to his companion who didn't care much about him:
"We have to pay attention to this. This is the largest auction in the Osay Peninsula in a thousand years. And this kind of thing happened at the headquarters."

"No more problems can occur here."

Saint Des quickly raised his hands in surrender:

"Okay, okay, I understand. I will pay great attention to this. I will use my utmost care in this venue where I don't know how brave you have to be to mess up."

Saint Harry was not shaken at all by his companions' sarcasm.

On the contrary, the more this happened, the more her inspiration felt wrong.

Inspiration kept telling her that something was going to happen.

However, she still couldn't find any possible reason.

This is the largest auction on the Orsay Peninsula. It is a sacred transaction blessed by the Steel Heart Church. Even if we leave out the two of them, there are still a lot of high-sequence people here.

They, the two of them, the church, and even the entire Orsay Peninsula will deny all opposing voices.

So, how could anything go wrong?

How could this happen?!

She wanted to comfort herself that nothing would happen, but what made her extremely frustrated was that the more she thought about it, the worse it got.

The more anxious I feel.

"Des!"

"What's wrong? My dear lady! I'm watching the venue very attentively!"

"Do you think that person will come?"

"Who?"

"The one who has been in Meereen all this time!"

Upon hearing this, Saint Des couldn't help but rubbed his brows and said:

"Old friend, I know you are a serious and responsible person, but don't you think you really think too much today?"

"The core of this deal comes from the law of the Everlasting King, who is indeed in Meereen, but she has maintained a tacit understanding with our church for a thousand years."

"How could she come here?"

"This is the king's will!"

Saint Des's voice was full of helplessness.

Saint Harley also wondered if she was being too sensitive, but she no longer felt that anything was going to happen.

She felt that she wanted to escape.

But she had no idea where this fear came from.
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In the old capital at the foot of the sacred tree.

Roselórien Shadow had been quietly gazing at Meereen in the distance.

Behind her were the remaining eleven Golden Flower Lords.

"Sir, what did you call us here for?"

The leading Golden Flower Lord couldn't help but ask this question.

First, he ordered the high elves to change their black armor back to its former brilliant gold color.

Then we asked them to come here again early this morning.

These anomalies gave many elves a bold guess.

They did the same, but whether it was the Holy Tree or the Shadow Sun, the two Supreme Beings remained silent in response to their inquiries.

So even if they only waited for a period of time that was completely insignificant to the elves, they could no longer control their temper.

But Roselorien still did not answer.

She still looked quietly in the direction of Meereen.

This made the Golden Flower Lords feel helpless but they had no way out.

For the first time, they learned that elves also felt that the days were long.

Fortunately, not long after they asked this question, Shadow Sun finally responded:

"almost."

"What do you mean almost?!"

Shadow Sun turned slightly, looked at them and smiled:

"It's time to go."

The Golden Flower Lords became more and more confused:
"where to?"

"Meereen!"

After giving the destination, the Shadow Sun, who had been supporting the elves alone since the king left, stood on the cliff, unable to suppress his joy any longer.

"I am Roselorien Shadow."

“I ask you to listen to my voice!”

The goddess' voice echoed throughout the valley from the cliff.

At this moment, every elf stopped what they were doing, walked out of the door, looked out, and listened to the goddess' voice:
"People of Erenion Gil-galad, I command you in the name of the King's Right Hand!"

The elves held their breath even more.

Not in the name of the goddess, but in the distant honorific of the King's Right Hand? !

"Fleet, assemble, target, Meereen!"

At the very end, Shadow Sun, who no longer had to support the entire tribe alone, said with a smile:
"Let's go and take the king home."

Soon, the eyes of the entire world were focused on the edge of the Sacred Tree Forest.

Because the elves, who had been silent since the king left, walked out of the forest for the first time.

(End of this chapter)