nucmednet Chapter 166: Good Show
Chapter 166: Good Show
The eldest prince, Norman Tamburri Charlemagne, and the eldest daughter of the Duke of West, Sharin Azbodi, walked into the hall hand in hand.
The two walked onto the red carpet and passed through a series of wreath-covered doors, with flower girls on both sides scattering rose petals.
On the high platform of the auditorium, standing on the left and right sides were members of Charlemagne's royal family and the Duke of Azpoli's family.
On the small second floor behind the platform, there is a 20-member court band that plays wedding music. The music from the huge organ echoes throughout the entire hall.
The saint and her entourage, as distinguished guests, stood at the closest position to the stage and watched.
Isabella looked at the crowd. There were representatives from all the major empires, and all the national-level magicians were also there.
The Oberic Empire is a powerful nation of mankind, and its strength cannot be underestimated in the world, so those who come to participate in the wedding are also looking for this opportunity to win over the relationships of all parties and better deal with the monster movements that appear in various parts of the world.
After the priest who presided over the wedding hall finished the formalities, Isabella had to go back upstairs with the king.
However, before returning upstairs, representatives from various countries, nobles and celebrities met with the king.
The saint and her entourage stood behind the members of Charlemagne's royal family. Whenever someone came, Ling Yi introduced them to Isabella in her ear.
"...The white-haired, young-looking man is actually over fifty years old. He is the principal of Azelia Academy. I only remember his name is Bai Shang. He is accompanied by the directors of the five major departments of the academy...but they run the school for money and secondly to improve their strength and knowledge reserves. Otherwise, how can they still be high-level magicians?"
Shui Xi watched them leave. Then representatives from various countries came over. They were all national-level magicians that Isabella had met.
After finishing all these red tapes, all the members of Charlemagne's royal family were smiling, but Isabella felt tired.
When they went upstairs, the king asked, "My Lady Saint, there is only one quota for the 'Saint's Protection', how should it be allocated?"
The king's question caused the second prince and the third prince to make eye contact and look suspicious at each other.
This means that the king does not intend to give the only spot directly to the eldest prince, and it also means that the young crown prince has the opportunity to obtain the protection of the Holy Envoy and there is still a lot of room for improvement.
Ling Yi stroked his chin, feeling troubled by this problem. No matter who he gave it to, it would arouse jealousy. The protection of the Holy Envoy might even disrupt the relationship between their royal families.
But this is something their family has considered. If anyone disagrees, they can ask the Saint to pay more to buy it later?
Isabella thought for a while and came up with an idea: "Why don't you draw lots and let His Majesty the King choose."
The king smiled knowingly and went upstairs a few steps faster: "Your Excellency the Saint's suggestion is very good. Let's leave this matter to God's will. Don't blame me for being partial to anyone."
Back in the living room, the five royal descendants wrote down their names, folded them four times, and put them in the jar.
Then they each shake the jar a few times.
Finally it came before the king...
All eyes in the audience were quietly watching the king's actions.
Isabella felt that it didn't matter. The protection of the Holy Envoy would be given to anyone. It would just mean obtaining a body that could not be broken by elements or weapons. However, there would still be threats in the face of the absolute attack of the third level of the King and space magic.
The king fumbled for a long time and took out a note.
"Excuse me, Saint," the king said, "if there is a chance in the future, will you grant us, the royal family of Charlemagne, the 'protection of the Holy Envoy'?"
"I'm so sorry, Your Majesty..." Isabella said in a cold tone, "For every person who obtains the 'Saint's Protection', my power will be reduced. If no one defeats the powerful monsters in the future, the world will be wiped out by monsters!"
In fact, it is because of the scarcity of this kind of magic that this opportunity is used to reveal this news.
Ling Yi looked at Isabella with a puzzled expression, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether what she had just said was true or not.
The king's face was solemn... and he was about to open the note.
"If the owner dies of old age, I will personally take back the Holy Envoy's protection!"
"Of course. After all, it is the magic power taken from Her Excellency the Saint..."
As the king opened the note, he only glanced at it halfway and asked casually, "Bai Yue? Who do you think it is?" After that, he smiled happily, which surprised Princess Bai Yue.
Princess Bai Yue heard her grandfather calling her name and thought it was her name. But after hearing this question, she sighed and said, "I hope it's my eldest brother..."
Everyone murmured, thinking that Princess Bai Yue had won this opportunity.
The king opened the note and continued to read in a deep voice: "Cheyenne Poluninger Charlemagne."
The moment the name was spoken, the three princes glared at the seventh prince Xia An, and remained silent for a moment... They thought the king was joking again.
“I didn’t expect that this opportunity would belong to Xia An.” The king picked up the note and showed it to the eyes around him.
Princess Bai Yue, who was standing next to Xia An, closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
Xia An still sat in a daze, unable to believe that he had received the protection of the Holy Messenger.
"Why are you still sitting there like an idiot, kid?" the king said in a playful tone, "Don't keep the Saint waiting too long?"
Isabella was already hanging in the open space, and the Seventh Prince frowned slightly and walked over uneasily.
In fact, Isabella only needs to think about it in her mind and the protection of the Holy Envoy will be exerted on her. Standing up is just a formality to cooperate with the scene. If it is given casually, it will seem that the previous foreshadowing is exaggerated and arouse doubts.
The Seventh Prince walked to a distance of less than three meters from Isabella.
Isabella slowly stretched out her right hand, forming a white light magic seal. A complex white light magic circle appeared on the ground. The rising white light was like a birdcage, covering the Seventh Prince.
Ten seconds passed, and Isabella, under the protection of the Holy Envoy, gradually came to an end.
Shui Xi could hardly hold back her laughter as she sipped her wine with a hum: the seemingly complicated light was actually just an imitation of one-tenth or one-twelfth of the purification magic, and finally, it was added with the magic of random release. Miss Isabella's acting skills were truly superb.
Ling Yi had received strict training in the Almighty Eye, so she could barely hold back her laughter in this situation: Isabella's ability to pretend to be a pig and eat money was becoming more and more sophisticated, and I almost took her words seriously just now!
After thanking the saint, Xia An returned to his seat. Princess Bai Yue patted her heart and a strange smile appeared on her face.
Isabella looked at him suspiciously: Why are you happier than Xia An that he has obtained the protection of the Holy Envoy? Look at your three brothers, their faces are red with anger!
"How is it? How do you feel?" The king asked Xia An with concern, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Xia An shook his head, pinched his arm and said, "I can't feel any pain at all. I released a little bit of lightning, but my body is completely immune to it!"
"This is really good magic!" The king raised his glass to thank Isabella, "With the protection of the Holy Envoy, Xia An can train more powerful monsters in two months, and it is worth spending more monster resources for training!"
At ten o'clock in the evening, the hall on the first floor of the auditorium was tidied up by the court maids and looked like a dance hall. Many chairs were moved to both sides of the hall and arranged in three rows.
The king was already somewhat tired and returned to his chambers.
Most of the people who came out to the ball were young nobles and celebrities.
"Your Excellency Shui Xi's appearance is more stunning than any other girl present here," the Second Prince said with a stern face, walking towards Shui Xi with a dazed look in his eyes, "I wonder if Your Excellency would like to dance with me?"
Shui Xi narrowed her left eye, motioning him to come closer, and quietly leaned over and said, "I can't remember how many years it has been since we danced! You are quite courageous as a human being, to invite me, who is full of martial virtue, to dance with you!"
"A brave bee will not miss the most beautiful flowers. A moment of unnecessary inferiority will lead to lifelong regret."
As Apoca Charlemagne spoke, he took Shui Xi's hand and touched the tip of her nose.
Isabella had a keen hearing and could hear what he said amidst the chaos.
Shui Xi smiled softly, stood up and said: "If the men of the Dragon Clan were not all muscle-brained, and had half your emotional intelligence, I wouldn't have been single for two thousand years."
His eyes weren't obscene at all, it seemed... Could it be that he had fallen for Shui Xi Long Zun?
When Shui Xi was young, he was the most prestigious family of the Dragon Clan, equivalent to the royal family of humans. No matter how you look at it, it can be considered a good match. However, you are just a human, Shui Xi should not be stupid enough to share a relationship with him...
The shocking thing happened to Isabella! Isabella felt sour in her mouth.
Shui Xi smiled indifferently and agreed to dance with the second prince.
"Hey……"
Ling Yi complained to Isabella in a heavy tone: "This Second Prince! He dares to dance with the strongest of the Dragon Clan without being equal in height and status... Is this enough for him to brag about for the rest of his life?"
Isabella shook her head and sighed helplessly: "His height can't even reach Shui Xi's shoulders, and he dares to invite her... It turns out that men who dare to take the initiative will not lose out!"
Shui Xi and the Second Emperor's dance became the focus of the party.