MTL - For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King (1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King)-Chapter 227 before the throne
Contrary to many people's stereotypes, Bone White Castle, the capital of Ravenwood, is not located on the World Tree. In fact, it does not grow naturally like the traditional tree house of the forest elves. Instead, it is a traditional building of masonry and metal. From the appearance, it has the style of some ancient high elf buildings.
It is not allowed to use wood as raw materials and equipment, cannot use fire sources, or even use the power of the World Tree. The ancestors of the forest elves simply relied on a lot of manpower to build this magnificent white capital that is not inferior to other capitals on the continent. Castle - In a place where coexistence with nature is important, and constructions more complex than tents are not allowed, the rulers will show their detached status in this way.
After all, the so-called privileges are manifested by the superiors doing things that ordinary people are not allowed to do.
It was only in the past that this privilege of the supreme ruler was also bound by the major hunting tribe alliances, forest druids, and tree spirits. After all, although the Duke of Sacred Tree is nominally the supreme ruler of the entire Ravenwood Forest, in essence, this position is nothing more than an external spokesperson elected by various forces in Jade Province.
However, since this woman came to power, nothing has been the same.
Flaro Kane, the first and only ruler in Ravenwood's history who did not receive the inheritance of the "Father of the Wild". She was originally chosen to be the incarnation of the "Old Mother", and as the next bride of the "Father of the Wild", she proposed a duel to the appointed person of the "Father of the Wild" on the night of the divine wedding. After defeating the opponent, she publicly announced that according to tradition, she should become the new Duke of the Sacred Tree.
After being rejected without a doubt, she used her strength to get back what she deserved—turning the entire Emerald Province upside down with her own power, and going to war with all parties in Ravenwood. At the end of the battle, all forces had to admit her dominance.
"Let's bow down here, bow down under the glory of Lord Flaro. Whether it is the leaders of the major tribes, or the priests who serve the 'big mother', even the tree spirits who have obtained wisdom, in this great hall Bow down in the glory of Lord Flaro. Thank her for her kindness, for her rule, and now the fate of Ravenwood hangs in her hands, and prosperity or destruction is in her mind, so bow down, send Gratitude from your soul, praise, gather here descendants of the forest."
The secretary with a wolf face tattoo on his face said solemnly with the roster in his hand.
Behind the clerk, the terrifying woman who reigned in Ravenwood was sitting lazily on the withered throne intertwined with dead wood and new branches, looking a little bored at the subjects who were kneeling neatly under the stage. .
Looking at the dark crowd in front of her, she didn't say a word, and everyone in the audience knelt in trembling, no one dared to raise their heads.
After a long while, the woman raised a hand slightly, as if to say it was okay. The secretary who had been watching her movements hurriedly announced loudly:
"Thanks to the kindness of the Duke, all of you are exempt."
As soon as these words came out, the whole venue exuded a "sigh of relief" atmosphere.
"Thanks for the grace of the Duke."
Everyone—including a few tree spirits with emerald green shimmers on their bodies, all thanked them in unison when they got up.
The clerk holding the register frowned at this moment.
When he saw a few people standing up, their faces inadvertently showed expressions of unwillingness, anger, and even hatred, as if these customs originated from human beings trampled on their dignity.
Although the expression was fleeting, the secretary clearly saw it.
These ungrateful things…
he thought so.
Dare to show such an expression in front of Lord Flaro in front of the Kurong Throne, which in itself is a kind of disrespect to its supreme glory. But right now, it's not easy for him to have a seizure, because compared to the disrespect shown by those trash, Mr. Flaro hates discussing things that are not related to the topic at the meeting, and slows down the progress of solving things.
So, after silently remembering the names of those few people, the secretary continued:
"You can make your own demands in order, but please keep in mind that you only have the right to make demands, and whether or not they can be recognized depends on the will of the Lord of the Throne of Withering. After the meeting, don't act arrogantly on behalf of the Duke. The final judgment, otherwise the end of Hobion Ebony is the end of Erwai."
The clerk's voice fell, and the whole hall fell into a restless silence, as if hearing the sound of cockroaches crawling in a neat kitchen.
After a long time, an old man whose whole body was severely treed, and who seemed to be struggling to walk normally, stood up tremblingly and said:
"Yes... Regarding the opening of the Eighth Order Church in the Holy Tree City, the old man still... I also ask Mr. Flaro to think again... Recently, the protection of the 'eldest mother' for our people has been weakened... If it is in the At this time, another pagan **** will be ushered in, and I am worried that this will cause the 'big mother' to drop her anger again..."
Sitting on the throne of Kurong, with his face hidden behind the black veil, Flaro did not speak, or even looked directly at this old man who was about to die in every sense.
The one who answered him was the clerk holding the register.
"I need to remind you, Lord Enso Oak. It is the basic national policy of the empire to let the forest elves naturalize the Holy Spirit's belief, and welcoming the eighth Holy Spirit's shrine has long been determined. The discussion on this issue has been long ago. It was over years ago, and today we're talking about things whose future is uncertain, so please don't waste all of our time."
The secretary with the wolf face tattoo on his face said angrily.
Seeing that the lord sitting on the throne did not make a statement, the old man named Oak continued **** for tat:
"Then Sacred Tree City, no, what will the residents of Ravenwood do? Without the blessing of the 'big mother', how can we solve the problem of feeding dozens of millions of people? And, Gareth Wolfyan, then Who do you think is responsible for this? If you didn't win the benefits we deserved at the Senate meeting, how could we have come to this point?"
Because the Empire still has to request the Emerald Province to produce wine according to the standard of normal years in the year of starvation and rot, now nearly 40% of the arable land in the entire Ravenwood has been converted into grapes in early spring. Coupled with the spread of blight, the basic survival problems of the forest elves are now in danger.
With the blessings of the World Tree, the Jade Province is usually the least affected by the years of famine and rot, but since the Duke of the Holy Tree came to power, the strength of the blessing of the Holy Tree Mother to the entire Ravenwood Forest is also weakening day by day. .
The combination of the two has caused the most fertile land in the entire continent to suffer from a food crisis.
"Completing the order with the White House is a condition for the Empire to promise to develop magic education in Jade Province. It is because we rely too much on the blessing of the Holy Tree Mother and never control our own destiny. There will be this situation today..."
"So, are you going to tell these words to those who will starve to death in the future?"
The debate between the clerk and the old man continued, no one could say anything, and then...
"Quiet."
A sound as crisp as porcelain collided, although it was not loud, but it made the two people who were arguing immediately stop their mouths. At the same time, they turned to the person who made the sound and bowed respectfully.
"Lord Flaro..."
At this moment, the woman sitting on the Kurong Throne finally spoke.
"I will say this topic for the last time, Enso Oak. No matter how many shrines of the Holy Spirit we welcome, it will not cause the blessing of the World Tree to my people to fail. There is no causal relationship between the two. You The blessings felt diminished because the calamities of the years of famine and rot became stronger and stronger."
Flallo said in an unwavering tone.
In response, the old man named Enso subconsciously retorted:
"But my lord, never in the past..."
"You don't understand the meaning of 'say it one last time', do you want me to repeat it again?"
"…your will,"
Hearing this, the forest druid old man immediately bowed his head and retreated into the crowd, his hands like dead wood clenched slightly in his robe.
Repeat it again, I am afraid that it is repeated with the magic medium in her hand.
The witch, the poisonous woman, the liar…
Enso said silently in his heart.
To say that the blessings of the World Tree will never be ineffective because of pagan shrines is a complete nonsense. Since this woman came to power, all the forest druids could feel that the power of the "big mother" began to decline.
Seeing that things had subsided temporarily, the clerk named Garay continued expressionlessly:
"Next."
The one who stepped out of the crowd this time was a Wild Hunt commander. After he came out, he immediately knelt on the ground and said respectfully:
"Lord Duke, you first arranged for us to capture the blind sisterhood member wanted by the empire, and we have brought back. Also brought back is a human woman who is suspected to be her escort, from the dress on her body. Look, the other party seems to be the executor of the Eighth Religion."
"There's no need to report this kind of trivial matter at a meeting of this size. Now that you have the situation under control, then follow..."
The secretary said with a frown.
And the commander shook his head and interrupted:
"I am very ashamed, but now we have not controlled the situation. The person who is suspected to be the executor of the Eighth Order is very powerful. She only brought down our two teams of Wild Hunt troops and defeated two forest druids. Under persuasion, he was reluctant to cooperate with us, and immediately came back with us."
"Cooperation? What cooperation?"
Flaro, who was sitting on the throne, asked suspiciously.
"It's like this. They were in the Canopy Temple before, and they happened to be involved in a case of accusing the ambassador of the Empire of using undead magic to kill the elf compatriots. Now they ask us to investigate the case thoroughly."
