Warhammer Wizard

"Welcome Dean Sabra to join us!"

As Anse Verdas's words fell, behind the chair at the head of the long table, the statue of the Goddess of Magic trembled slightly, and a silver light shot out of his eyes, falling on the table in front of Sabra, etching Out his name: Sabra Percival!

Although this is just a projection, people know that the same thing is happening in the Supreme Palace at this time.

Entering the Supreme Palace, you can see the location belonging to Sabra.

Dean Sabra received the approval of the goddess, and from this moment, he officially became a member of the Supreme Council of Chemetis and had his own seat.

"thanks!"

Sarab tried his best to keep calm, stood up and said solemnly: "Thank you for your support. I will faithfully perform the duties of the Supreme Council and do my best to abide by, maintain and defend the interests of the Supreme Council. May the wisdom and brilliance of the goddess continue to shine on me. Go forward, the truth is forever!"

"The truth is forever!"

The holy spirit wizards sang in unison.

Ren found that several holy soul wizards did not show a very pious appearance, shouting the goddess's motto, but they were not fanatical, and even perfunctory.

The empire is the empire of wizards and the empire of goddesses.

But not all holy spirit wizards are devout followers of the goddess of magic. They are mainly loyal believers and shallow believers. Except for a few gods, they only agree with the concept of the goddess and actually regard the goddess as walking on the path of magic. The most distant predecessor, even the target and the ultimate opponent.

Ren looked at these great wizards and suddenly remembered a sentence:

The body of a mortal is comparable to that of a god.

The more powerful the wizard, the less reverence for the gods, which can be seen from the name of the council - the supreme council, magic is supreme, truth is supreme, but not the goddess is supreme.

The oath of new members entering the Supreme Council is also to safeguard the rights of the Council.

Although the goddess of magic was also included in the oath, it looked more like a notification than it really needed his approval to pass.

The Goddess of Magic is more of an add-on.

The prefix "Cemitis" has nothing to do with the goddess of magic, but to commemorate the first wizard in human history more than 3,000 years ago. Although the wizard named Chemetis passed away sadly before the age of thirty, and was only a second-level wizard during his lifetime, his pioneering contribution to the future generations of mankind will be remembered forever.

Ansyverdas said in a low voice, "President Sabra, please sit down."

"Master Anxi." Sabra smiled back, nodded at him, and sat down.

When other Holy Soul Wizards saw this scene, many of them suddenly changed their eyes slightly.

In particular, Tim Kennan, who was extremely balanced in the parliamentary structure, suddenly looked at Anse Waldos, who was sitting opposite, and seemed to be a little rude.

Anse Verdas made no secret of his good relationship with Sabra, and Sabra also stated calmly that he would stand by Ansi's side in the parliament. As a result, the structure of the parliament changed greatly.

The twelve Holy Soul wizards of the Supreme Council are divided into three factions.

Netherites, Modus and Balancers.

It happens that there are four wizards in each faction. The balance faction has the shallowest foundation and the relationship is not stable enough. Duke Ziyan, Master Oroin and Master Huo Huai in the faction do not particularly recognize the concept of the balance faction, they just don’t love it. Stewards, who often abstained from voting, were not always in line with Master Tim Kennan.

Therefore, the balance faction is the weakest, usually the Nether faction and the Modus faction confront each other.

When the two factions are tied, the balanced faction led by Master Kenan will become the goal of the two sides and become particularly critical.

Now, with the addition of Sabra, the Modu faction has five votes and has the upper hand.

The leader of the Netherite faction, Master Ogulevi, had another accident. With his character, he would not be absent for no reason unless it was due to force majeure.

If something really happened, there would only be three people left in the Netherite.

In the future, on any issue, Anse Waldos only needs to win over any one of the balancers to gain six votes.

The Supreme Council requires a majority of votes to pass a resolution, that is, at least seven votes.

If Anse Waldos holds six votes, without his approval, the Supreme Council cannot pass any resolution.

In other words, Anse Verdas is only one vote away from taking control of the Supreme Council!

Every holy soul wizard is a smart person, and immediately thinks of this key point, and their expressions are different. The three Holy Soul Wizards of the Netherite faction, the great sage Congerard and the Duke of Redstone, had their faces sinking like water, and obviously they did not want to see this situation. thing.

The members of the Modu faction, the sisters of the Queen of Storms and the Duke of Silver Star, both have slightly bright eyes and are more delighted.

The Prophet Medeve has long known that.

The one with the most ugly face is Master Kenan. The imbalance of the Supreme Council means that his maintenance over the years has completely failed.

He looked at the three Holy Soul Wizards who were nominally his allies, but were never hardcore.

Duke Ziyan's face was hidden under the hood and could not be seen clearly; Oroin turned his head to look at Anse Waldos sitting on his right hand, his face thoughtful; He frowned and took a sharp puff of his pipe.

As long as one of the three turned to the Gomodus faction, the Supreme Council and the Empire would be the world of Ansewaldaus!

Tim Kennan thought further.

Even if no one fell to Anse Verdaus, he had a student of the empire, Rain Augustus. Bigby has reported the situation in the exchange competition in detail, and made an inference. With the talent shown by Ren, within a hundred years, he will be promoted to Holy Soul without any accident.

By then, the Modu faction will have six votes.

"Anxi."

Tim Kennan knocked on the long table, attracting everyone's attention, and said solemnly: "Everything is in balance, and the Supreme Council should not have the final say, even Master Ogulevi, never thought of being alone. Take control of Parliament."

"Never?" Answorth retorted: "Do you need me to give an example?"

As one of the seven founders of the Supreme Council, Anse Verdas knows everything about the Council's past. Perhaps Master Ogulevi did not control the Council by himself, but it was not that he was unwilling, but that he could not do it.

In fact, for hundreds of years after the establishment of the parliament, Master Ogrevi basically covered the sky with his hands.

It was not until more Holy Soul wizards joined in that a three-legged pattern gradually formed.

"I don't want to turn over the old accounts of the council with you." Tim Kennan sighed: "The council can last for a long time by maintaining balance. The family's words will eventually lead to an irreversible ending. For the sake of the empire and the council, I hope you can think about it. "

Having said that, his eyes swept to his three allies.

A member of the Netherite faction, Tim Kennan is not worried about their defections. Although the two sides are not in a hurry, their relationship is extremely poor due to their differences in philosophy.

But for the three wizards of the Balance faction, he was not sure.

"Kenan, you don't have to tell me that set of balance theory. I've heard calluses in my ears for more than a thousand years." Anse Verdas shook his head helplessly, and then looked at the Holy Soul Wizards on both sides of the long table. We, loudly said: "Everyone, I have always believed that the dispute of ideas should not be the cause of our differences, let alone the cause of tearing up the parliament. Any resolution should be based on the matter, not opposed for the sake of opposition."

"We should be happy for Dean Sabra to join him."

"I'm also happy for the growth of the Supreme Council. As for who has the final say in the Council, it's not up to me to decide, and I don't seek to control the Council."

"The Supreme Council is our tool to rule the empire, and I will not destroy it."

"However, the Supreme Council should not be a black hand that hinders the development of Wezeland. You are all aware of Weizeland's predicament in the past few hundred years..."

Anse Waldos talked eloquently, changed his gentle attitude in the past, his sharp eyes swept over the Holy Soul Wizards, and finally landed on Tim Kenan, sneering: "Wazeland is not moving forward, is this the case? Is it good for the balance?"

Tim Kennan was at a loss for words, unable to refute.

Everyone is well aware of Wezeland’s financial difficulties. Anse Verdas has proposed many times to re-canonize the duke to obtain the title. Naturally, the Netherite faction is extremely opposed to it, and the Balancers also stand on the opposite side. Failed to pass.

"Master Anxi."

The Duke of Redstone, who was sitting at the end of the long table, spoke up.

His voice is magnetic and the rhythm is soothing, which makes people listen to his words unconsciously. He said loudly: "Reduce the nobles, return the territory to the empire, and prevent the annexation of the land. This is the policy we made many years ago, and you agreed at the beginning. of."

He paused: "Moreover, there is no precedent for re-canonizing after giving up the title of duke."

"Can't it be done without precedent?" Ansyverdas asked rhetorically.

"But this is not in line with the national policy set by the Supreme Council, and it has been implemented for hundreds of years. The fiefs of so many old nobles have been deprived. After two or three generations, even the titles are gone." Duke Redstone retorted without hesitation, obviously considering After a long time, "the old nobles still have great influence in the empire. If you break the convention and re-canonize for you, it will inevitably cause their violent backlash, and they will have an excuse to oppose if they seize the territory in the future."

The Duke of Red Rock showed no timidity to the Big Three. His words were recognized by several Holy Soul Wizards.

Ansyverdas was silent.

Ren was outside the projection room and couldn't help shaking his head.

The words of the Duke of Redstone are really powerful, and they sound reasonable. In fact, they are confusing concepts, and coupled with the high-sounding reasons, it is difficult to refute.

Are the fiefs of the Holy Soul Wizard and the old nobles the same thing?

First, the territory of the Holy Soul Wizard is not hereditary; secondly, the fief of the Holy Soul Wizard is granted by the Supreme Council, which is reasonable and legal.

The national policy of reducing nobles and fiefs was originally in conflict with the canonization of the Holy Soul Wizard.

In essence, it is still the privilege of the Holy Soul Wizard.

This privilege comes from the strength of the Holy Soul Wizards. For more than a thousand years, everyone in the empire has acquiesced that the Holy Soul Wizards have this privilege, and no one confuses them with the old nobles.

Teacher, as one of the three giants of the empire, re-entitles the territory, who would dare to object?

If there is an old aristocrat who does not know what to do, it is not a good idea, can you take the opportunity to clean it up?

Ellenus is a world where the strong are respected. The idea that everyone is equal is almost extinct, and it will even be regarded as a joke, which is impossible to achieve.

Holy Soul Wizards are noble and noble, how can they be the same as ordinary people?

However, the Duke of Redstone confuses teachers with ordinary nobles, and invisibly deprives them of the privileges of the Holy Soul Wizard.

With the teacher's character, he couldn't hold his face, saying that he was a holy soul wizard and was different from ordinary people.

Ren knew that it was not good when he saw the teacher's silence. Sure enough, people are good at being deceived. The Duke of Red Rock is very good at figuring out people's hearts and taking advantage of other people's character weaknesses. And, one look can see too much information.

He secretly shook his head.

To deal with this kind of person, either unreasonable or thick-skinned.

Apparently, the teacher couldn't put his face down.

However, Anse Verdas did not give up, and said instead: "The fief can be discussed in the future, Wezeland was invaded by the undead natural disaster and suffered heavy casualties. It has now been three years, and the Supreme Council should discuss something. ?"

The Duke of Redstone was about to speak when Anse Verdas said, "Don't tell me that Wezeland doesn't pay taxes to the Empire. Whether it pays taxes or not, Weizeland is a citizen of the Empire, unless you don't admit it."

"We had discussed it at the time, and we raised our hands to vote." The Duke of Redstone said in a low voice, "Master Ogulevi thinks the time has not come."

Anseldorf asked, "When will the time come?"

"I'm going to ask Master Oglevi." The Duke of Redstone spread his hands, expressing that he didn't know.

Everyone's eyes turned to the empty high-back chair at the top of the long table.

There was silence.

There was a bit of unease in the projection room. The Holy Soul Wizards were extremely sensitive and could have vague premonitions about the future, and their expressions were gloomy.

After thinking about it, the Duke of Redstone called, "Your Excellency the Consul."

A tall man in delicate armor with a blue cape on his back appeared in the projection. He stood at the end of the long table and saluted slightly, "I have seen you holy souls."

Ren couldn't help but observe carefully.

This simple-faced man is the current imperial consul—Geneus Chikro!

He is a true swordsman!

Juggernaut is an honorific title ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ generally refers to an extraordinary person with superb swordsmanship, and a real Juggernaut is a master of swordsmanship above the twentieth level.

Gneus Chikro's extraordinary profession is a magic swordsman. He was promoted to the holy rank many years ago, and now he has reached the twenty-third rank. Although his strength is not comparable to that of the Holy Spirit Wizard, he also has a splendid reputation in the empire. He stood out from the imperial parliament and was elected consul, and his reputation became even more prominent.

The consul was granted the power to form a cabinet and staff by the Supreme Council. He has his own huge official residence in the capital and is responsible for the daily governance of the empire. Although the power in his hands is not comparable to that of the emperor, it is second only to the Supreme Council. It can be said that it is under twelve people!

Because it's just a projection, Ren's soul eye can't see the other party's elements.

Tim Kennan asked, "What's going on in Nether Floating City?"

"I have already sent someone to inquire, but there is no news for the time being, Master Kenan." Gneus shook his head and replied. The consul is stationed in the capital Nothriel all the year round, which is the closest to the floating city of Nether.

As soon as his voice fell, Ren, who was standing outside the projection room, suddenly sensed danger.

Sabra also sensed something and turned around to look for it.

Before the two could discover the source of the danger, the scene in front of Ren's eyes changed, and the space in which he was located seemed to be turned over, and the next moment, he appeared in an unfamiliar place.

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