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Li Bai of the orc race had already taken his place, but the seats beside him were still empty, only the city lords of the demon race took their seats and sat on the other side.
At this time, Li Bai suddenly regretted why he had arrived so early. Doesn't that make them seem inferior to the Orcs? Did they put themselves in the low post at the beginning?
"Where are they?" Li Bai asked his bodyguard in a low voice.
"I don't know." Li Bai didn't know, and the guards certainly didn't know either, but the guards left the venue while everyone was not paying attention, and planned to check for their lord, why no one else came.
Li Bai even noticed that a slightly smaller but equally gorgeous chair was placed next to Cyril. This chair was added temporarily. The position is slightly behind Cyril's stool, roughly parallel to his own position.
In fact, Li Bai also knew that Norman and Cyril were the kings of each race. He was only an heir and was not qualified to sit in the same position as them, but he was also a representative anyway, so why could this person be on an equal footing with him?
Is it the heir of the Dragon King?
It's just that the Dragon King has no heirs. Could it be that he is the high priest under his command?
But his high priest did not follow Cyril, and he did not notice the other party's breath.
Did Cyril choose the heir again? I plan to announce the identity of my heir at this festival...
Li Bai clenched the armrest subconsciously, and realized that he was too rude, so he released his strength and leaned back on the back of the chair inlaid with gems.
The housekeeper had already left, and don't know if it was to invite someone.
It's not that the housekeeper didn't notice the tense atmosphere in this room, but after years of experience, he had never seen any scene. His expression was respectful, but his tone was neither humble nor arrogant: "My lords, the ceremony is about to begin, please go to the ceremony to prepare for the ceremony."
The arrival of the housekeeper broke the embarrassment of the room. Norman took the lead and walked down the steps. He stood up and clapped his hands, motioning the guards of the Terran to leave with him, "I was going to go with the Crown Prince Cyril, but I didn't expect that. Please don't take offense at the time of chatting and forgetting."
Norman went down the steps like this, and Cyril would naturally not demolish the platform. He also prepared with the others, and then asked Qiao Nan to take his arm, and whispered, "If you are afraid, hold Dad's hand. "
Qiao Nan raised his head and smiled at him: "With my father here, I won't be afraid."
father?
"If Cyril has something to do, Nannan can also come to find his uncle." Mingming was called Teacher not long ago, but Norman directly called Nannan by the nickname.
Norman was satisfied to see the slightly stiff corners of Qiao Nan's mouth.
So cute even at this time!
"Your Majesty Norman, Nannan is still a child, don't tease him."
"Nannan is a cute child, so we like him very much." Norman said with a smile, "Does Nannan like Uncle Norman?"
"Do you want to die?" Cyril stopped, and the air pressure sank sharply. Except for Norman and the housekeeper, everyone else was crushed to the ground by the pressure.
Is it not very authentic to molest his son directly in front of his father, someone else's son? ? ? ! !
Not to mention the dragon race, even Norman's own subordinates scolded their superiors in their hearts.
Is this what the fuck people do? ? ?
Is it bad to live? ?
"Just kidding." Norman tried to skip the topic, but Cyril didn't give him the chance at all. He directly transformed back into his original shape in the corridor and burst the roof, "Come out and fight with me!"
Norman restrained the smile on his face and said sternly: "That would be disrespectful, Nannan, do you want to come and see? After all, this is a battle for you."
Qiao Nan: "..." It's not necessary.
βγChapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Qiao Nan was shocked by this development. Just now, the situation of the two of them was barely considered peaceful. Why did they suddenly fight?
The prototype of Cyril is very large, even if the corridor of the Demon Palace is very spacious, it cannot accommodate the prototype of Cyril.
The huge black dragon's body broke through the corridor wall of the palace, and with a loud bang, it attracted the attention of everyone in the vicinity, and even guards rushed over, trying to arrest the guy who was in trouble at such a sensitive time.
But they were all stopped by the butler.
The palace was a little far from the square where the festival was held. Except for those who were still in the palace, no one else noticed that the walls of the palace had collapsed. Only Amos, who had set up a barrier for the palace, seemed to notice it. glanced in the direction.
Then he instructed the guards: "Go back to the palace to see, the wall over there has collapsed, you go and deal with it."
Before the waiters and guards had passed, they heard someone panicking that the wall had collapsed, so they immediately said goodbye to Amos.
The palace of a race is the face of a race.
On the day of the festival, when so many people came, this kind of thing happened. Could it be that someone was fighting and causing trouble in the palace?
Or enemy attack?
The guards whispered in their hearts, and their faces could not help revealing the thoughts in their hearts.
"It's not an enemy attack." Amos guessed what they were thinking and ordered.
Amos didn't go back by himself, simply because he knew there was nothing wrong there.
The enchantment he left behind can feel killing intent, but now it's just that the wall has collapsed instead of triggering an alarm, so there should be no problem there, at most there is an accident that caused the wall to collapse.
Compared to this, he was more concerned about why Norman and Cyril hadn't come over yet.
The housekeeper should have already gone over to invite someone, and there is no reason for the housekeeper's business ability to come over now.
"Your Majesty!" The housekeeper burst into unprecedented potential at this time, inserted/entered between the two, and one on each side extended his hand to stop the two.