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As the black miasma spread, the temperature around the Royal Mausoleum seed to drop gradually, and more rapidly as ti went by.
A chilling sensation rose from deep within the hearts of the guardians of the mausoleum, causing one to shiver despite the lack of cold, this breath of air crawling and spreading as if it were alive, eroding everything around it, making all things wither and decay.
"Ah..."
The guards surrounding the mausoleum were the first to be affected by the black miasma, many of them falling into intense agony as their life force drained away madly.
Their once strong bodies withered away rapidly, eventually becoming like dried up corpses.
Under the shroud of death, everything around the mausoleum seed so fragile; the guards fell one by one, grass and trees withered completely, the originally smooth ground gradually shattered, and the spark of life was extinguished bit by bit under the oppression of this breath, leaving only dead silence and desolation around the mausoleum.
And standing outside the spirit pivot was a terrifying shadow.
His eyes flickered with a cold and cruel light, as if he intended to bring the whole world under his control.
If Byrne and the others saw him, they would be shocked beyond asure.
The forr Cyart King had not truly rested but had beco the dreaded King of the Undead, silently waiting in the dark for an opportunity to be reborn!
The resurrected King of the Undead had not lost the dignity and power he had in life!
However, different from his life, the King of the Undead emanated a breath of death that made one's blood run cold; every movent was accompanied by bursts of chilling wind, as if blowing from the depths of hell.
His very presence made the surrounding air heavy and oppressive, as though even breathing beca difficult.
The forr Cyart King who had turned into the undead slowly said:
"From now on, I shall no longer be the King of Cyart."
"I will be the true guardian deity of Cyart!"
Even the Cardinal of the Salvation Church, Silver Hermit, and many Monarch powerful experts, including Aldrich and Byrne, were very certain that the forr Cyart King had died.
In fact, they had not misjudged.
Only a few knew that the Tranquility Order, with the blessing of the Tranquility Songster, had the power to sing a very peculiar song that could temporarily transform soone into an undead.
It was the "Wordless Elder," the master of the Words of Tranquility, who had used that strange song to temporarily turn the forr Cyart King into an undead.
"Aldrich, even though you are a wise man, a wise man can only analyze based on the information they have; you could never predict what extraordinary power can do, sothing you are completely unaware of," he said, his eyes gleaming with mirth as he chuckled coldly.
"Human wisdom has its limits, only extraordinary power is the true master of the world!"
The ti for the transformation into an undead was limited, but the forr Cyart King could not wait any longer.
He knew he had to start arranging the grand ceremony imdiately.
At that mont, a female figure identical in appearance to "Silver Poet" Aphrodus appeared, though the real "Silver Poet" was at the palace witnessing the birth of a new king.
Her silver hair was very long, her expression serene as she took out a letter from her bosom and handed it to the forr Cyart King.
The forr Cyart King calmly looked at the letter as it quietly turned to flying ash, the ashes forming letters one after another.
"Haha, very good."
He nodded, fully aware of the situation with the "Wordless Elder".
"Wordless Elder, our plan is about to succeed."
"Let the grand ceremony dedicated to the Tranquility Songster begin from this mont!"
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Because the forr king had just been buried, the celebration for the new king's coronation was postponed to seven days later.
Seven days later.
The coronation of the new king was imbued with warmth and solemnity; the entire city donned its festive best, the streets hung with flags, and people flocked early to the square in front of the palace, eager to behold the new king's elegance.
The celebration kicked off under the brilliant sunshine, cannons in front of the palace fired in unison, their deafening roars echoing throughout the city, symbolizing the beginning of a new king's era.
A troop of imposing soldiers marched out from the palace, dressed in splendid military attire, their steps firm, manifesting the majesty of the Royal Family.
Following them, the new Prince Noah appeared, surrounded by his many subjects.
He was dressed in a resplendent royal robe and wearing a crown, his expression neutral, his gaze unyielding. The appearance of Noah imdiately sparked cheers from the people of Cyart Royal Capital. Waving flags in their hands, they shouted the new king's na.
"His Majesty Noah!"
"His Majesty Noah!"
"His Majesty Noah!"
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Prince Noah ascended the platform in the citizens' square and delivered his coronation speech.
"I promise that from now on, I will dedicate myself to the prosperity of the nation and the welfare of its people..."
The speech elicited fervent applause from the public, and their expectations and confidence in the new king peaked at that mont.
The celebration reached its climax.
Dancers, dressed in magnificent attire, twirled across the square, their movents light and graceful, expressing the joy of the new king's ascension, as musicians played cheerful lodies, imrsing the entire square in a festive atmosphere.
The Fischer family mbers were also amidst the festivities.
Darren, quite the killjoy, comnted, "Heh, wasn't the entire nation, oh, at least the entire Royal Capital, still enveloped in sorrow just a few days ago?"
"People adapt so quickly! Or is it that they were just following the mood to feel sad, and now, following the mood to be happy again, heh heh."
At the end of the celebration, the new king Noah made his way to the fore of many citizens of the Royal Capital.
He smiled and waved to the crowd, accepting their blessings and cheers.
The entire celebration concluded amidst joyous laughter and chatter, with many feeling that the day marked not just a festivity but also the beginning of a new era, one filled with hope and dreams.
While everything seed to be proceeding smoothly, Byrne still couldn't stop recalling Karno's prophecy as the carriages of the great families began leaving the Cyart Royal Capital one after another.
He was well aware that Karno's prophecy was a "Precise Prophecy," aning it was sothing that would certainly co to pass unless certain preparations and changes were made.
Byrne heard Darren, sitting beside him, say, "We're heading to a nearby port, and then taking a ship back to Nasir City."
He nodded and replied, "Mm."
Darren smiled and continued, "I must confess, so rather dark thoughts have been lingering in my mind, like the Salvation Church allying with the Adley Royal Family to eradicate us all at once."
Byrne calmly said, "The preparations I've made seem unnecessary now, but that's a good thing."
He paused, then continued, "However, we shouldn't get too comfortable just yet. Many dangers have not surfaced, perhaps because we haven't fully appreciated them, or maybe they haven't truly arrived."
Under the bright, sunny weather, the sunlight at the port was like golden satin draping over the bustling docks, coating them with a warm luster.
The sea surface sparkled, a gentle breeze brought the faint sll of salt and the distant sound of ship horns, intertwining into a harmonious harborside symphony.
At one corner of the port, a towering bell tower stood tall; the Fischer family group could hear the resonant bell chis while intricate carved window lattices glimred under the sunlight.
Byrne drew back the curtain of the carriage and looked out calmly.
On the docks, workers busily loaded and unloaded cargo, their silhouettes casting long shadows in the sunlight, with many boxes piled haphazardly nearby, like building blocks.
In the distance, several ships sailed leisurely, seagulls circled in the sky, emitting their crisp cries.
Byrne and the others could sll the salty air mingled with the faint aroma of coffee coming from a nearby café as they descended from the carriage onto the small path of the harbor, hearing the sound of the waves beating against the shore in the distance.
Then, they saw the Romann family's carriage, and soon after, "Dragon Taming Lord" Aldrich and "Blazing Fire" Amos also descended from their carriage.
Byrne pointed to a steam engine ship on the sea and said, "Lord Aldrich, Lord Amos, it's a pleasure to see you again."
He smiled and added, "Our family's ship is over there. We'll be leaving shortly. I'm sure we'll et again."
Darren and Chris also nodded in greeting to the two Romann family mbers.
Actually, the great nobles had planned to stay for a few days to discuss various policies about the future of Cyart with the new King Noah, but Noah had expressed his desire not to make imdiate changes and decided to widely collect opinions from across Cyart, investigating the specific conditions of different regions before implenting targeted reforms.
Therefore, after the celebration, the mbers of the great noble families began their journeys ho by various ans.
Aldrich pondered for a mont, then smiled, "King Noah says he will soon gather everyone's opinion and investigate the conditions in different places. It seems he is actually more competent than we imagined."
Just then, a carriage bearing the mark of the Holy Grail slowly approached their vicinity, and all five turned to look.
An envoy of the Adley Royal Family stepped down from the carriage.
He was clothed in splendid and neat attire, took a deep breath, and said earnestly,
"His Majesty the King has commanded to relay his order. He asks that Lord Aldrich and His Excellency Bain return to the Royal Capital. He has decided to discuss with both of you the intricate details of reforming the Cyart Kingdom!"
Byrne and Aldrich exchanged looks, unsure of what Prince Noah was planning to do.
Darren frowned slightly, wondering, "With this act of King Noah, is he deciding to exclude 'Volcano Dragon' Marquis Vlad and 'White Spirit' Marquis Samuel from the center of power?"
Byrne fell into deep thought.
In that mont, Chris suddenly said, "Don't go back, I can sense the presence of death."
Byrne was taken aback and once again thought of the prophecy with its various hints — blood, throne, skulls…
He stated decisively,
"We won't go back. Let's leave imdiately!"
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