Pillar of Yita Chapter 1219 - 157: Contestants, Please Listen to the Questi

"Please wait a mont."

Just at that mont, an untily voice sounded from outside the square.

This statent made everyone pause, and they couldn't help but look in that direction. They saw that suddenly there was a commotion on the outskirts of the square, where the crowd seed to be shoved apart, revealing rows of brightly armored guards.

The Old Speaker squinted his eyes at the sight of these guards.

He recognized them as the Praetor's elite guards.

And among the guards, indeed, it was the current Praetor of Fanric—a man sitting on horseback, dressed in noble robes, looking extrely smart and capable.

John Roniel, Count Fanric.

As soon as he appeared, he took a scroll from within his robe and slowly unrolled it, saying:

"This is a hand order signed by the Pri Minister."

He then looked at Su Changfeng and spoke: "This Holy Chooser, according to the appendix of the 'mo,' doesn't the intervention of the Holy Chooser in the Colin-Ishurian Crown Prince dispute also constitute a serious violation of Article 3, Clause 7 of the provision?"

Su Changfeng then slightly furrowed his brow, knowing that the situation might change, but still nodded.

"Very well," Count Roniel nodded politely at him, then turned back, looking coldly at Fang Hong—staring at Fang Hong so intently that he felt guilty, feeling a bad foreboding in his heart.

But soon, this bad premonition turned into reality.

He heard the other party coldly ask, "Mr. Ade, may I ask if you know Miss Hilveld Rang Albert?"

This question struck Fang Hong's heart like a clap of thunder.

And the entire square fell silent.

The na Hilveld Rang Albert might still be unfamiliar to most people.

But if it was replaced with the title of the daughter of Mawei Jean Albert, it would be enough to make every person in the Southern Region suddenly realize. Sir Mawei, one of the greatest explorers in Colin-Ishurian history, his na itself is a pride of the Southern Region.

And the brotherly relationship between him and Prince Coleman is sothing outsiders couldn't finish talking about in a day and a night.

Yet precisely this relationship brought catastrophe to the Albert family.

In the sixth year after he left Colin-Ishurian for the Second World, the new king ascended the throne, and the friendship that once existed with his royal uncle has now turned into suspicion in the minds of the Pri Minister's party.

And as the power struggle intensified, the identity of this Great Explorer beca increasingly awkward.

Especially when the news of disaster from his fleet arrived, the title of Rebels hastily fell upon him and his daughter.

While the young king may still have so tolerance for the Southern Region Alliance and the Elfendo Council, this prince's right-hand man was undoubtedly a thorn in his side.

And in this era, being associated with such a na is sothing most people would avoid at all costs.

But John Roniel didn't give Fang Hong a chance to refute. He took out those photos—clearly the sa limited edition collection as Pudra's hand—and said, "Mr. Ade, you wouldn't say you don't know the lady beside you in this photo, would you?"

He shook the photos again and looked at Su Changfeng: "Holy Chooser, if you have any doubts, I have more evidence here."

These words were almost identical to what Su Changfeng said before.

Su Changfeng could only fall silent.

Fang Hong also silently thought things were bad. He looked at the square, but fortunately, Hilveld was not in that place.

At this mont, Roniel raised the docunt in his hand: "The Pri Minister personally ordered that Mr. Ade co with us for a mont. Don't worry, the Pri Minister just wants to ask you so questions."

With that, he pointed forward, and the guards imdiately surrounded them.

But this ti, the Old Speaker went forward without backing down, looking seriously at the latter, not yielding at all.

Roniel was slightly taken aback: "Mr. Speaker, what are you trying to do?"

"When did outsiders also ddle in the craftsn's competition?" The Old Speaker sneered: "According to the ancient tradition among the alchemists of Colin-Ishurian, only an alchemist can take an alchemist away from the competition."

As the old man said this, he didn't even give John Roniel a glance, his tone full of superiority.

But he had the right, because he was not only an alchemist but also one of the few Grand Artificers of Colin-Ishurian.

In front of such a legitimate alchemist, what are re traditional nobles?

"You—"

The Count was furious; he had long known that these people never regarded their Pri Minister's party, but he hadn't expected the other party to dare to openly defy the royal orders of Colin-Ishurian.

But such public humiliation left him speechless, after all, the Colin-Ishurian Royalty still relied on the alchemists. As for the traditions among alchemists—

He would not risk the world's condemnation to oppose it.

He could only glance at Pudra.

Pudra understood and quickly spoke: "Old Speaker, your actions breach protocol, you alone cannot represent the opinion of the Elfendo Council."

"Then let's vote on it."

From the crowd, another voice erged.

This voice was all too familiar to Pudra, making his brow involuntarily twitch as he looked in that direction. Only to see Ande leading a group of alchemists, alongside Count Westwood Sibika, coming over from the crowd.