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Three days later, there were crowds of people on the pier.

No one noticed that the high platform with the sword was raised several meters higher, but instead felt that this would make it clearer. In fact, even this ship was not a ship anymore. The bottom of the ship was pierced, and several huge wooden stakes were nailed into the seabed, permanently fixing the deck to this small dock.

After the sword is pulled up, a statue carved into a sword in stone will be placed here to commemorate the scene that happened in Storm Harbor.

Three days ago, the "Northland Merchant Group" sent by Shuvalier had negotiated with Frandon everything. The book "The Sword of the King" Commercial Promotion Opinions and Share Agreement of the Kingdom of Penglin" was simply a waste of people's efforts. The real agreement is not written.

Now Sovalier stands alone on the platform, looking at the silent Stormwind City people, quietly waiting for the arrival of that moment, the nobles stand in the inner circle, then the famous captain and the middle merchant, then the city guards, and the outermost are ordinary citizens.

"It's wind blowing," someone behind him said.

Sevalier pursed his lips. He knew who was talking. In fact, the guard standing not far behind him, the armor shell contained Frandon. He is now a hostage! What happened when he drew his sword today? The first person to cut him!

The wind became heavier and heavier, and it actually blew away the fog condensed on the water near the sea! The golden light of the rising sun shone from the distant sea surface, rendering the people of Storm Harbor and Storm City at this moment magnificent.

That was the wind creation technique performed by more than a dozen magicians... With the continuous consumption, Stormwind City's magic reserve has been reduced to a very dangerous level. If Shen Yan was a spy sent by another country, he had achieved unprecedented success!

But Seuvalier believed that he was not a young man with an unparalleled national warrior and would not be sent to death!

Seeing the rising sun, Seuvalier knew that the moment had finally come, so he took off his iron gloves first and held them naked on the hilt of the sword.

"Look! What is that?" After the sea fog was blown away, the wind eased. Before people could even nervous about Shuvarier, who was about to draw his sword, they felt countless pieces falling from the sky... Is it snowing? Is it snowing?

"No! It's a petal!"

Endless petals of flowers fell from the void and fell on the heads of nearly 100,000 people in Stormwind City! This is a miracle. Seeing these petals, Xiuvalier closed his eyes with heartache... This is not a miracle, this is money!

Originally, the magician of the Magic Tower proposed to use up light, but the frand was sprayed with an individual's skin! "Last time it was light, but this time it was still light. Why don't you go out and run naked if you like it so much? Are you afraid that others won't be suspicious?"

Then Frandon sold a box of petals to the city lord's mansion Shuvarier at a price of four times the weight of gold and swore that if he knew in advance that the small box was a shrink box, he would rather continue to use up everything! Because the light is free... Damn the petals of flowers should not be too expensive! Especially when he was filled with the top ten boxes, he knew for the first time that the fresh petals were so heavy!

"Wait, should we talk about the price?" Just as Sewarier wanted to draw his sword, Frandon behind him suddenly stopped him.

Gritting his teeth...Shuvarier drew his sword hard! Sure enough, he didn't move!

"Tell me, how much do you want?" he asked in a low voice, putting his hand on the hilt of the sword and kneeling down on one knee... as if praying.

"Half a warehouse." The person behind him said with a smile.

Seuvalier gritted his teeth! Who leaked the news? Why did others know the price in my heart? But at this time, he had changed his mind. Politicians need credibility because credibility can bring greater benefits. As long as the price is right, credibility will be sold without any burden.

At this moment, Suvarier was already planning to pay the bill, so he agreed readily.

"good!"

"Then please... King of Storm, that sword is yours." Frandon bowed and retreated.

Sevalier was puzzled... Why did Farton's voice suddenly turn into a female voice? But he had no time to think about it at this moment. With a force of his wrist, there was no resistance this time. The sword was pulled out with a "lust" sound. At this time, the first light from the rising sun shone onto the platform. This was also the intention of choosing the ceremony at this moment and deliberately blowing away the sea fog.

Under the rising sun, the King's Sword once again burst out with colorful light! It sets against the flying petals of each other, as if the heavens are coming!

Sevalier stood up and raised his sword high with all his might, ready to greet the cheers!

Looking at the tall figure in armor, whether it is a noble or an ordinary citizen of Stormwind City, my heart was hit hard at this moment! I was so moved that I couldn't even cheer! The scene fell into a strange silence for a moment...

At this moment, suddenly someone shouted in the south, "See the King of Storm!", and someone knelt down at Shuvalier! Shuvalier was slightly stunned, because the next plan was to cheer and read the sword style, which was not the "program" he arranged just now.

However, he could no longer hesitate, because immediately afterwards, there were people in the north, west, and east shouting "See the King of Storm!" and then taking the lead in kneeling... As more and more people kneeling, even the nobles and merchants had to kneel down!

The voice of "See King of Storm!" became louder and louder, almost shaking the entire harbor. Everyone was shouting loudly, urging Shuvarier to set foot on the throne! Shuvarier was a little undecided, which was inconsistent with his plan...

At this time, he heard the franc laughing, and suddenly took out a golden cloak and covered Seuvalier's shoulder! Then "he" took two steps back, his figure became increasingly faint, and it disappeared in full view of everyone, like a bubble dissipated.

The sea breeze rolled up the golden cloak, and Seuvalier felt confused.

"I am... the king of Nan Penglin, the king of the storm!"

****

"City Lord... No, your Majesty... You are here." The officer leading the team was in a mess, not knowing what title to use to make Xiu Varier ascend the throne, but nothing was arranged below, the system, and the title were all in a mess.

But in order to be more legendary, he gritted his teeth and followed!

Now Seuvalier feels extremely regretful!

The King of Storm had a blue face and waved his hand casually to the guard officer. At this time, he had no energy to care about the question of addressing!

Now he thought everything clearly. The gathering crowd, the mobilized city guards pulled out the King's Sword, and suddenly appeared and persuaded them to enter... He attracted everyone's eyes firmly at the harbor, and then was hit by people!

Sewarier pushed open the warehouse door hard, and the scene he saw made him weak and almost fell down. All the joy of ascending to the throne was wiped out!

I saw the huge treasury, with the center as the left hand of the dividing line, the armor, the weapons, the bows, crossbows, arrows, and some of the food that had not moved at all; and the money and a large amount of food that were once placed on the right were empty and gone!

This reminded him of Chen Yan's magical shrink box, and a mouthful of old blood almost spurted out!

"Wait, what is that?" He vaguely saw a line of big words written on the opposite wall. He waved his hand, and immediately a guard ran across the warehouse with a torch, stood under the lines, illuminating it.

I saw it said

"I, Franc Dong, send money!"
Chapter completed!