503 Chapter 226: Seven Kings eting (Request for Monthly Votes)_3
The Council eting of the Seven Kings is a gathering convened jointly by the seven Masters of Miracles of the Iron Eagle Kingdom.
It does not require the physical presence of the participants; they need only imrse their consciousness and attend in avatar form.
"Count Thorn, you've arrived? How rare, I thought you wouldn't show up this ti either."
When Count Thorn made his arrival, two Masters of Miracles were already there. Naturally, one of them was the Iron Eagle King, as the host and initiator of the eting, his absence was impossible.
As for the other, she was none other than the Female Prophet, Marquis of Heavenly Mandate, Akana ise.
[The Secret Vault of Nature]
This was the Female Prophet's Miracle True Na, but the specifics of her ability were known to few.
The woman, dressed in black and veiled, had deep and mysterious purple eyes that even Count Thorn, a fellow Master of Miracles, dared not easily et in gaze.
Of course, when she remained silent, all was peaceful, and she was a mysterious and poised beauty.
But once she spoke, ten out of ten people felt their worldviews shatter.
"The incident occurred within my domain," Count Thorn said, "how could I not co?"
As Count Thorn spoke, he glanced at the Iron Eagle King and noticed that he was physically present.
At that mont, the Iron Eagle King was sitting in a corner playing with building blocks, seemingly at a critical juncture, his face composed and serious, completely ignoring the Female Prophet and Count Thorn.
This was the capital of the Iron Eagle Country, where magic conductors made from mana ore projected the images of all attendees like virtual projections in the grand hall.
"Wow, little brother Thorns can talk to his sister now."
The Female Prophet teased, "You're not a fake, right, randomly picking a servant to co and pretend to be you? Ah, I know, it's Little Saya, isn't it? You're actually Little Saya in disguise."
"Oh, co on, just joking with you, why so serious, little Thorns? You've grown up; you're not cute anymore."
When Count Thorn faced great adversity, it was the Female Prophet and Herseya who saved him.
The Female Prophet was gentle by nature and, together with another, the Yizai Marquis Hende Lai Xi, was known as one of the Iron Eagle's neutral parties.
Despite possessing extrely powerful abilities, they contended for nothing and were the two elder Masters of Miracles among the Seven Kings' doves faction.
"If you like, apart from Marchioness Clearspring, you can call anyone your little brother or sister."
"Oh!"
The Female Prophet clasped her heart as if pricked, "A 1900-year-old old woman, I'm really sorry."
Although she's a bit foolish, the Female Prophet is a seasoned Master of Miracles of the Fourth Awakening. Her strength might not rival the likes of the Martial Faction's King of Aolai, but in terms of defense, she was confident she could withstand his attacks.
"Akana and Iron Eagle got here really fast."
"Eh? Thorn, you ca too? Unbelievable, you actually made it!"
The fourth to arrive was the Yizai Marquis Hende Lai Xi, a middle-aged man around thirty, quite robust.
Yet, contrary to his muscular body, Hende Lai Xi was a scholar specializing in assessing the value of all things, particularly keen on categorizing various creatures.
For example, animals are superior to plants, among insects, those with wings are superior to those without, and creatures with eight legs are superior to those with six, and so on.
"I just got here and heard Akana disclose her age."
The figure of the Marchioness of Clearspring slowly materialized as she quipped, "With , a 4000-year-old, here, the pressure must be huge, right?"
"Hey!"
"Clearspring, you ca really early."
"And Thorn, have you finished your retreat? Have you broken through to the Third Awakening? Want to have a fight with ?"
"Haha, don't be shy, it's just a private sparring, no one will know."
"Gurgle gurgle gurgle."
Archduchess Ali, holding a gourd, was guzzling down its contents, "Where's Iron Eagle? That scoundrel Iron Eagle, co out and face this lady!"
"My castle! My castle!!"
On that side, following the Archduchess's roar, the Iron Eagle King's castle, which was one block shy of completion, collapsed with a crash.
'So irritating!'
'So uncomfortable!'
'Ahh!!!'
The Iron Eagle King tried to suppress his inner displeasure, but after all, he was widely acknowledged as the Iron Eagle King, the moderator of the eting.
A good ntality was essential for facing the challenges ahead.
"I'm not angry, I'm not angry at all."
The Iron Eagle King cald the agitation within him, but seeing the Archduchess's mocking expression, he almost blew his top: 'Of course, it's this person again, my castle, just one more piece, one piece!!!'
"Ahem, ahem."
The Iron Eagle King coughed twice, suddenly noticing that the last person had also arrived: "The White Birch Tree has also arrived, so now, the eting will begin..."
"I object!!"
"???"
The Iron Eagle King was taken aback, as were the other Five Masters of Miracles, all puzzled, looking at the Archduchess: "What are you objecting to? Objecting to the start of the eting?"
"Am I objecting to the start of the eting?"
The Archduchess replied, "I don't object to that. You may begin."
"..."
The Iron Eagle King's mouth twitched slightly, but he was patient, so he chose to endure it.
"Ahem, anyway," the Iron Eagle King said, "the reason we have gathered here is to discuss matters related to the ergent Miracle Kingdom of Yatun."
"The nation of Yatun lies overseas."
The Iron Eagle King raised his hand, and all saw a pale blue virtual map appear in the air above the eting table, which displayed the geographical annotations of the Azure Duchy, the Iron Eagle Kingdom, and Yatun.
"Logically, such a small country with just a newly-risen Master of Miracles should not warrant our attention."
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