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"Seriously!"

Whoever draws the sword is king.

This moved the nobles in the entire conference room, who wouldn't want to be king?

A soldier who does not want to be a general is not a good soldier.

The same.

A nobleman who does not want to be a king is not a good nobleman.

Facing these nobles in front of him, Feng Fengchen didn't have any disgust-

"That's right, if you pull out this sword, you can become a king from the princes and nobles to the common people!"

After Ann Rietta looked at Feng Fengchen's eyes, she said firmly, she believes in Feng Yuchen, at this moment, what else is there to hesitate about? The only thing he can believe in is Louise and Fengyuchen, either succeed or become a benevolent, the future will be opened up by his own hands, she is the one who wants to become the queen!!

Queen Mariana had never seen such a determined and persistent Angela as she was now, and she couldn't help but glance at the same high-spirited Fengyuchen, and felt the noble royal aura emanating from him, she couldn't help but sigh, even if it was a crazy thing, she believed in her daughter-

"Since Her Royal Highness Ann Rietta has said so, then this matter is certain, the one who draws this sword is the king of Torlistine, if no one pulls it out, then if Ann Rietta pulls out this sword, she will be the next king, Queen of Torristin, Cardinal Massalini, what do you think?"

Everyone looked at the Minister of War and Aircraft, Masalini, a thin man of about 40 years old in a round hat and a gray gown, his hair and beard were all white. Even the outstretched fingers are skinny. A man who looks much older than his actual age. After the death of the first king, he was in charge of foreign affairs and domestic affairs, which made him extremely old.

And at this moment, he was sternly fiddling with his beard while looking at Princess Ann Lietta and Feng Fengchen, sighed and said: "I can finally see a trace of the majesty of the king, and the decaying Torlistine is beginning to sprout, so I will do this, and the one who pulls out the sword in the stone is the chosen king, whether it is the prince or noble, whether it is the common people."

In the face of foreign invasion. It is a very good decision to be able to elect a king destined by God, and then it can also bring courage and hope to the country, but it is just to make Her Royal Highness the princess and the entire royal family of Torristeen endure the humiliation......"

"Smack!"

Feng Fengyuchen slapped his big hand on the table and said: "This is not to endure humiliation, but to choose the king, as the descendant of the royal family, if you don't even have the ability to draw the sword of the king, you really don't deserve to be the king, let's start from now on." Everyone is qualified to try to pull out this sword, and the nobles who do not want to be kings are not excellent and noble nobles. Just try, I'll prove it! ”

“……”

After Feng Fengchen's words fell, the nobles in the conference room suddenly turned their heads and ears, revealing all kinds of emotions one by one.

Finally, a nobleman stood up.

"Her Highness Ann Rietta, may I try it?"

"Your Excellency, please ......" Ann Rietta did not hesitate.

Then, under the nervous feelings of everyone, the viscount grasped the hilt of the golden sword of victory with both hands.

"Up!!"

With a high-pitched shout, the viscount used all his strength, but—

The golden sword of victory stuck motionlessly on the table.

"How is it possible, it's just a sword......"

The viscount couldn't help but show an extremely disappointed expression, it seemed that he didn't have the blood of a king, and suddenly the idea of fantasizing about the throne in his heart disappeared.

"I'll try ...... too"

"I'll try ...... too"

“……”

Then a nobleman tried to draw his golden sword, but he still couldn't shake it.

“……”

In the end, only Cardinal Massalini remained, and all eyes were on him again.

"Then the old minister also dared to give it a try......"

Masalini was also hesitating in his heart, if he could pull out the sword of the king, would it mean that he could become the king, seeing that Angeletta did not look like she was joking in Assis, this should not be a ploy, but the real 'ceremony of choosing the king'.

"Please, Your Excellency, ......"

Ann Rietta said, and no one was moved.

Masalini stood up, solemnly grasped the sword in the stone, and pulled it up vigorously, but—

Still the same as those aristocrats.

Someone had even used the power of wind magic just now, and even then there was no way to pull out this sword.

"It seems that God has destined Lao Chen to be unable to become the king of Torlistine!"

Masalini suddenly knelt on one knee in shame and said, "Thank you, Your Highness Ann Rietta, for your leniency and allowing your subordinates to do such a thing as drawing their swords......"

"Needless to say......"

Ann Lietta raised her hand in a tolerant manner, motioned to Masalini to stand up, and said, "Having a strong courtier is also the pride of the monarch, Your Excellency Cardinal Masalini, I am no longer the immature princess, I am going to take on the future queen of this kingdom, if I can't even tolerate the strength and ambition of the courtiers, how can I make this country stronger and richer?" One king cannot form a nation, and I need your help! ”

Feng Fengchen looked at Arianta's posture and nodded, this is the queen's style.

"Then, tomorrow the king election ceremony continues, not only the important ministers and nobles have the right to draw their swords, but also the common people in the market, let the heavens decide the king, and elect the true king who can lead the country to be strong."

Mariana said, it seems that she also believes in the identity of Fengyuchen, choose the sword of the king, the legend is also a morale-boosting thing, if there is really the arrival of the first king to guide the future of this kingdom, then it will definitely be able to summon the morale of the soldiers!

"Your Majesty will go and prepare, and call on the entire people of Torristin, and tomorrow at noon, if no one has succeeded in drawing the sword of the Chosen King, then Her Highness Ann Rietta will draw the sword, but ......"

Masalini said, thinking about what if......

"Just what??" Ann Rietta asked.

"But if you can't draw your sword by then, then who is the king?" Masalini said worriedly.

"Then let's pull it out here first......" said Mariana, looking at Ann Rietta.

"No need to ......"

Feng Fengchen refused, and said, "This is a sacred ritual, isn't it foolish to try and then draw your sword in front of the people of Torlistine?" The true king does not need to have any doubts, as long as he has the 'blood and will of the king', he can draw this sword! ”

An Rietta also nodded and said: "What the first king said is not wrong, this is a sacred ceremony, there is no such thing as trying, I only have one chance!" (To be continued......)