In the huge hall and corner, there are mountains of gold, colorful gemstones, and all kinds of rare metals that shine with a gorgeous glow.

It's really a hill, and it's not an exaggeration at all.

Nearly a tenth of the area of such a huge hall is filled with these gold, silver and jewelry.

Joe roughly estimated the valuation, Mia and Michael made such a big mess, and the military expenses of the Abyss that were robbed from the headquarters of the Imperial Royal Bank were probably less than one percent of what was here.

According to the estimation that the countries of Metland replenish the military expenses of the Abyss once every ten years, the wealth here can allow the allied forces of the countries in the Abyss Battlefield Crying City to fight for thousands of years!

Of course, the wealth here cannot be counted in this way.

For among the gold and silver jewels were many gold and silver coins of poor crafting, as well as armor, shields, and weapons of precious metal, and on those objects were inlaid large pieces of precious stones, pearls, and other precious treasures.

These gold and silver coins, these armors, shields, etc., should be valued in terms of 'antiques' and 'works of art', and not simply by the market price of their raw materials.

In this way, the value of this pile of gold and silver jewelry will soar more than tenfold!

"Treasure of the Knights of Tribulation!" Joe took a deep breath and looked a little cheekily at Ferdinand, who had plunged headlong into a large pile of gold coins.

By blood, this guy is Joe's grandfather!

But Joe was tempted to say that he didn't know this guy and that he had nothing to do with this guy!

Look at this virtue of Ferdinand - half of his body was plunged into the pile of gold coins, his legs shaking desperately outside, shaking, struggling, struggling, trying his best to plunge his body deeper into the pile of gold coins!

"It's like a hungry dog!" Margrethe III glared at Ferdinand in disgust, and quickly fastened a black cauldron to Mata XIII's head: "Look, dear, this is the good son you taught......"

Mata XIII's face was pitch black for a while, and the green tendons on his forehead were protruding, and on the back of his hand clenched into a fist, there were also green tendons protruding.

He smiled dryly: "Anyway, he can't take over the throne, right?" ”

Margaret III looked at Qiao Xuan.

Qiao Xuan and janitor Seven looked at Qiao at the same time.

Margrethe III said crisply: "Of course, he has no chance...... Salian, there's no chance...... The throne belongs to Joe. ”

Joe shrugged his shoulders.

Throne?

He wasn't interested in that thing.

However, since it was an exchange of interests between Qiao Xuan and Margaret III...... Then, for the sake of the peace of Medland and the happiness of the people of the empire, he can only reluctantly make it difficult!

He said very neatly: "His Royal Highness Salian can be an auxiliary king, and Hesse can be the prime minister of the empire!" ”

Margrethe III and Mata XIII rolled their eyes at the same time.

Let Hesse be the Prime Minister of the Reich?

Scold......

Gatekeeper Seven waved his four arms slightly, and he said indifferently: "Okay, okay, these trivial little problems, you can negotiate and solve them yourself later...... Compared to these things, don't you have any curiosity about the axis of Medland? ”

Gatekeeper Seven strode toward the large round stone table, which was facing the seat facing the hall door.

The seat, the size of an ordinary throne, was unremarkable at the huge stone conference table.

But out of one hundred and eight seats, according to the traditional etiquette of the Medland tradition, this one is the most important of all the seats.

A bronze box with a three-foot square, simple workmanship, a bit rough craftsmanship, and a smooth surface without any pattern decoration is placed in the middle of this seat.

Joe and the others followed Gatekeeper Seven, around the huge conference table, to the seat.

Then, everyone's steps suddenly froze.

Behind this seat, the view of Qiao and the others just now was obscured - behind this seat, there were dozens of knights with resolute faces wearing scarred armor and kneeling neatly.

They......

They knelt silently toward the chair, as if they had met some supreme being.

"They, why are they kneeling in this position?" Mediga muttered, "Really, weird......"

Gatekeeper Seven muttered in a low voice, "Of course, they kneel at the back of the throne...... They do not enjoy the glory of all eyes, they kneel behind the throne, they kneel in the shadows, they carry the throne with their shoulders. ”

"All glory belongs to those who sit on the throne, and the Knights of Tribulation ...... They don't need anything. ”

Whispering this, Gatekeeper Seven took a light step forward.

There was a muffled 'buzz'.

Dozens of suffering knights kneeling on the ground, they opened their eyes at the same time.

Their eyes were carved from the finest sapphires, emitting a faint blue glow.

Huge power fluctuations were released in their bodies, and on the dome and floor of the hall, in the complex star map, the stars continued to light up with their power.

The star map of the dome and the star map of the ground reflected each other in the distance, and the wisps of starlight rolled down and turned into a huge web of light, enveloping everyone.

These suffering knights slowly stood up.

According to the legend of the Knights of Tribulation, these Knights of Tribulation have maintained this position here for at least a thousand years.

Their limbs were stiff, and as they moved, there was a loud 'click' sound in the joints at the same time.

As they stood up, their breath grew larger.

Soon, their aura had surpassed that of Margaret III and others, who had just been promoted to godhood.

The faces of Margaret III and her party changed suddenly, and Mediga murmured in a low voice: "Ah, how wonderful, they are on the verge of life and death, they are dead, and they are alive...... They have maintained great strength, they are able to move, but they are already dead...... What an amazing state! ”

Gatekeeper Seven continued to take a step forward.

The white-bearded knight kneeling at the front slowly drew his saber behind his back, and he raised his two-handed heavy sword almost as high as his body, the tip of which was pointed at the heart of Gatekeeper Seven.

"Why are you here?" The white-bearded knight's heart let out a dull thunderous sound.

The language he uses is very obscure, with a bit of the charm of today's Medland lingua franca, but the wording and grammatical vocabulary are fifty or sixty percent different.

"We guard the last of humanity." Gatekeeper Seven responds to the Whitebeard Knight in the same obscure language.

"The world is dark." In the mouth of the white-bearded knight, the voice sounded again.

"We are in the midst of thorns, trying to maintain the last light." Gatekeeper Seven bowed to the white-bearded knight.

The eyes of the white-bearded knight, as well as the other knights, were full of dark blue divine light, turning into fierce and extremely bright rays, which were nailed to the various vital points of Gatekeeper Seven.