Demon King

Seeing Ivo approaching step by step, Nafi felt a sense of oppression inexplicably, and wanted to take a step back, but Ivo's gentle eyes seemed to cast witchcraft on her, she was frozen in place, her heart beating fiercely. Bayi Chinese Net★★く

Seeing that Ivo left them behind, the noble ladies finally set their sights on Nafi's almost perfect face, and many people felt jealous.

Ivo is the centerpiece of the banquet, and everybody sees his words and deeds.

Ivo came to Nafi and caught Nafi's eyes. Nafi was like a flustered rabbit, hurriedly avoiding his sight.

Ivo blinked. "Then I said it?"

Nafei bit her lip lightly, nodded invisibly, and the ruddy spread from her neck all the way to her earlobes.

Ivo smiled slightly, took Nafei's little boneless hand, turned to look at the puzzled nobles, and announced loudly: "This is my... future wife."

His face was sincere and serious, as if proclaiming to the world.

boom--

The audience was in an uproar.

Everyone knew the woman who wore a purple dress that astounded the audience. It was the eldest daughter of the Linches family. She had a marriage contract with the Gold family, but it was eventually broken due to the war, but the two parties did not verbally terminate the marriage contract.

Feeling a little bit, the nobles looked at the Duke of Beverly wickedly, only to see that his face was ugly, but there was a hint of helplessness.

Talper was stunned on the spot, with mixed flavors. He wanted to climb to the higher status of the nobles, who used to be the Gold family. During the war, he turned his target to Ivo, and when this scene was really born. At that time, he realized that the two were in agreement, but in fact he could not control Nafi at all, so he could only sigh heavily and acquiesced to it.

Nafi's eyes were rippled, and Ivo was holding hands, Ivo looked around the audience, and her gaze was always staring at Ivo's profile, as if intoxicated.

"Hahaha," Saiwen III laughed, stood up and offered his blessings, "Congratulations to both of you. May Eros witness your marriage. I hope to host the wedding of the two in person."

Ivo said haha, "It’s too early to get married, I have to go to Oding University 6."

Seven, knowing that Ivo was talking about the church, nodded and said no more.

The nobles suddenly returned to their senses and offered blessings. Although Beverly was helpless, but knew that he could not deal with Ivo, he had to suppress his unhappiness and blessed a few words in a dull manner. He was also miserable and finally recovered. After the glory of the family, he became the duke. I didn’t expect that the limelight was all taken away by Ivo, who turned out to be born. Even though both of them are dukes, Ivo’s prospects and potential value are better than him. Much higher.

The noble ladies left wittily, and Sandrine bit her lip and backed away in frustration.

Tarper came up, looked at Nafi and Ivo with a complex expression, sighed, and said, "My daughter will be handed over to you."

"Father..." Na Fei said softly, her tone moved.

Ivo nodded, "Old Tower, although I don't deal with you, don't worry, I will treat Nafi well."

Talper rolled his eyes, sighed again, and paced away, leaving them alone.

Nafei stared straight at Ivo with a bright eye, with a smile, "I will rely on you in the future, don't blame me for not reminding you in advance, I study magic is very expensive."

Ivo slapped his chest and smiled: "My family has a lot of business, let alone you, it doesn't matter if you have ten more."

Nafei twisted Ivo's waist in angrily, "Wow, do you want to marry ten more?!"

"I'm talking about the mage..."

The banquet lasted until late at night, and the nobles gradually dispersed. Tomorrow there will be Ivo’s individual award ceremony, which will still be held in the ceremony square, and they will have to get up early to participate.

The guards posted notices on notice boards in pubs, hotels, and intersections overnight. The ailing civilians who had been partying all night suddenly refreshed, ended the night’s activities, went home early to sleep, and prepared to watch Ivo’s teaching tomorrow. Hoon.

No words for a night.

...

Early the next morning.

The civilians who got up early came to the ceremony square, but the number of people was much smaller than yesterday. There were only more than 10,000 people in the huge square, and the crowd was sparse.

It is not that Ivo’s award ceremony was not taken seriously. Last night, the city carnival, most of the civilians were exhausted and too lazy to move. The 10,000 people who came to the square also looked tired and yawned from time to time.

The Ivo award ceremony was also broadcast on the alchemy screen throughout the city, so many tired civilians simply watched it at nearby taverns or intersections instead of going to the scene.

In the morning, the carriages of the nobles came to the ceremony square. Unlike yesterday, they will no longer sit on the high platform, but watch the ceremony under the high platform like the people. Only Severn III and Ivo will perform the ceremony in the center of the high platform.

The so-called award ceremony was too formal. Ivo felt that it was a waste of time. It would be better to hand over the badge to him yesterday. However, since Seven III wanted to borrow his influence, Ivo had no choice but to follow him.

Hundreds of alchemy screens across the city flashed slightly, and a picture of the ritual square appeared.

Many people in front of the screen sat upright.

"The ceremony has begun."

In a small tavern, hundreds of drinkers stared at the alchemy screen, taking a sip of malt liquor from time to time.

"Heroes are honored."

Severn III stands behind the vertical platform of the high platform. Behind him is a messenger holding three badges. On both sides of the carpet are rows of silver armor guards, holding spears crossing each other to block the way. Ivo walks along the carpet from the edge of the square. When he reached the middle of the high platform, the guards put down their spears one after another as he walked to show respect from the army. The atmosphere was solemn and no one was speaking.

When he came to the stand, King Seven III uttered the official words of the Chase royal family for ten minutes, and finally said: "On behalf of the early kings and royal nobles of Lasses, I grant Duke Ivo Harriken Medal, Unicorn Commander Badge, Golden Cross Badge."

The royal messenger came to Ivo with three badges of different styles. The Duke's Medal was engraved with a gray mountain, the Unicorn Chief's badge was engraved with a white horse, the Golden Cross badge was full of gold, and the front was engraved with a cross star on the back. It is a portrait of a profiled face, this is the head of King Lasses.

The people at the scene and in front of the screen waited with bated breath for Ivo to take the badge.

This is like a symbol, as if after receiving the badge, Ivo has officially become the largest real power aristocrat in the kingdom of Lasses and will be the pillar of the kingdom for decades to come.

Ivo took a deep breath and stretched out his hand to touch the three badges, with his fingers touching the edges of the badges.

At this time of anticipation, an untimely stern voice sounded like thunder, breaking the solemn atmosphere.

"Hold on!"

Everyone at the scene looked towards the edge of the square in amazement, and more than thirty night watchmen wearing Templar armor slowly walked towards the high platform, with a cold face and a strong aura all over, and they made no secret of their hostility to Ivo.

Ivo squinted his eyes, and he recognized the opponent, the son of God Orona.

The people whispered suspiciously~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Why is the church here? "

"Why do they stop the award ceremony?"

"Are they here for Lord Ivo?"

"this……"

The people just remembered that Ivo's heretical identity that they had been neglecting all along, worries came to their eyes.

Saiwen III was a little unhappy, frowning and said: "The priests of the church do not seem to have the right to interfere in the internal affairs of the Kingdom of Lasses."

Orona looked at Ivo coldly, took out a pair of special shackles and iron masks used by the Church to imprison the heresy, and said coldly: "Here Ivor Harriken, obediently put on the torture instrument and accept the trial of the Church, if Resistance, we have the right to kill you on the spot!"

boom--

The audience was in an uproar!

(To be continued.)