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Roland noticed the red faces of the uniformed elves and their burning gaze, and after experiencing the frenzy outside, the boy was able to see them as part of the background, and he looked curiously at the interior structure of the White Palace and the various decorations, and his slightly dull glance reminded the guards of the old peasants outside the city who visited the [Old Grandfather's Opera House].

The elven peasants outside the city were genuinely delighted to be able to cultivate the land freely, and when they visited this architectural marvel and sacred place, they were even more surprised than the little imps of the children's group, and then fell into an inextricable excitement and pride.

The circular corridor, supported by a large number of stone pillars in the ancient style, is hung with decorative paintings, with themes ranging from creation myths, the ancient kingdom of Gilmania, the founding of Alfheim, and other historical events, with various statues in battle armor or Roman robes lining an elaborate route - of course, the busts of the nine councillors and Li Lin.

A vertiginous journey that can be mistaken for a historical museum or a religious art exhibition is somewhat infected by an atmosphere of tranquility and solemnity, and the visitor tends to develop devotion in a secular power field that should be the least related to faith.

Equally attracted by the ornate layout, Roland just looked around curiously, gradually feeling bored as the corridor progressed.

[What the hell is this?]

When I was about to lose the last patience with the endless spiral corridors and stairs, and vomit my irritability and depression. The 3-meter-high arched door finally appears at the end of the cloister. The magic sconces shone brightly, the marble floor was covered with a red velvet blanket, and on either side of the door stood guards with submachine pistols at their waists, and the straight olive green military uniforms and antique buildings were very inconsistent, and before Roland could figure out where the strange feeling of time came from, the poker-faced guards had finished saluting and opened the door to the council hall for them.

"Siegfried. Otto. Your Excellency Colonel Li Lin's Defense Army, with the human Roland. Dalke's here!"

The secretary's prophecy was as sonorous as the high part of the choir, and the room, which was a great waste of materials and space for an audience room, appeared behind the door and swallowed. Roland followed Li Lin and walked in.

The floor is carefully polished with the highest grade marble, from the light of the floor to the ceiling with a large number of spotlights, like the starry sky, it is 3~5 times the height of ordinary people's houses, the width of the room is enough for hundreds of people to stand and move, and the clean white walls are as smooth as a mirror.

Spacious, the relevance of the use is limited, meaningless spacious.

In addition to the cold air, the only thing in this empty room is a notched circular table with a diameter of 15 meters, and 12 hand-carved chairs are arranged around the table, and nine elves sit on it.

- The elder of the nine clans of the twelve clans.

I have never seen the faces of these men, women and children. It's just that I heard Brunhill mention it along the way, and he was repeatedly told to be careful before leaving. Naturally, I am particularly interested in the number 9. But even without those hints, Roland would have guessed their identities.

In this room that deliberately boasts of power, the only people who can speak peacefully in a luxurious armchair are the important players who hold power.

-- Even Li Lin, who had stepped into the center from the gap in the ring table, did not have a seat, and the status of the nine patriarchs had been fully expressed.

The transcendent patriarchs were all calm and natural the moment the door opened, but there were traces of body temperature, heartbeat, and blood pressure, as well as water stains and porcelain fragments that remained on the ground. Li Lin judged that a few minutes ago, he almost staged a full martial arts as usual, if he came in a little later. This place has probably become a Shura field.

"Siegfried. Otto. Li Lin did not disgrace his mission and returned from completing the task. ”

Five fingers pressed close to the brim of the military hat, and the sunny voice of the young man injected a breath of fresh air into the decadent council hall.

Several elders nodded slightly, with a smile of approval or the kindness of their fathers and grandparents on their faces, but the three elves had unkind faces, and their sinister and nervous eyes were glued to Li Lin. One of them, a carnivorous bird of prey, stared coldly at Roland.

"Thank you for your hard work, Li Linqing, being able to retrieve the lost holy relic is enough to prove your courage and ability. ”

The elven old man in the northeast stood up from his seat and agreed on it. The other five elves stood up from their seats together and bowed to Li Lin together. The remaining 3 didn't move, looking at this scene coldly.

Stand up and sit upright.

The circular table erected an invisible wall of stands, and the air in the council hall began to smell of gunpowder.

"Emir. Feng. Secretary Fredelicia, please note the wording. Whether Colonel Li Lin has completed his mission will be determined only after being examined by the Council. ”

The elves, who looked not much older than Brunhill and Tyr, interjected loudly, veins looming from the slightly bulging forehead characteristic of the Matthias family, and the neurotic youngest elder looked like a boiling kettle.

Fast. Feng. It had been nearly a year since the death of Patriarch Matthias's father, and the new patriarch's appearance so far had aroused the disgust of the Li Lin faction and the neutral faction, and had made them feel a little, only a trace of sympathy for the little hairy man who had been carried away by jealousy.

"It's you who need to pay attention to the wording, Matthias. ”

The old grandmother-like elf who was close to Roland's side snorted coldly and said sharply:

"Colonel Li Lin has beautifully passed the trial given by the mother goddess and retrieved the lost sword of glorious royal power, what does Qing mean by censorship?"

"Naturally, the authenticity of the sword of royal power, the details in the report, and the discerning whether there are any irregularities in the procession, Traud. Feng. Elder Thierry. ”

Fast looked impatient, but the patriarch Thierry didn't let him go.

"The motion of Wang Jian's parade was approved by His Excellency the Speaker after all the members of the Council voted without objection. The Council has reviewed and recorded the reports of the pilgrimage sent back every day, and now questions the credibility of the pilgrimage and the authenticity of the trial. Can I understand that Matthias is dissatisfied with the opinion of the Council and disagrees with the ceremony itself?"

"Thierryqing, you're ......!!"

"Matias, please sit down. ”

An extraordinarily calm voice rang out, and the elders cast wary or surprised glances toward their seats due north.

The elder was dressed in a plain white classical robe, made of hand-woven cotton, and the weaver's craftsmanship was quite good, at least the stitching was a completely different world from ordinary cheap goods.

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