Transcendent Dawn - Chapter 570
Chapter 570: Chapter 0570: Opening (Additional 2400, Seeking Monthly Tickets)
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In the Federated Calendar, the year is 290, with Antonio Caesar ruling the Empire for 18 years.
January 1st.
A grand celebration is held as scheduled in the imperial capital, Sacreid.
Several days prior, the empire’s elite guards had already entered the capital, carrying out large-scale rectification and cleaning, clearing the way for the upcoming floats and parades.
The nobles had all brought out their most magnificent costumes to attend the celebration with distinguished ladies.
In the various streets and alleyways, there were also distribution points for free food set up by them, providing unlimited supplies of bread and fruit juice. This was enough to make the beggars from the slums cheer and jump for joy, enjoying the only few days of the year they could have their fill.
In front of the Night King’s Palace.
The canopy had already been set up, with the seat of honor naturally belonging to the emperor of the empire – Antonio Caesar.
Around him, there were nobles and imperial ministers, clustering around him like stars around the moon.
Despite some decline, the Chris Empire at this time was still the most powerful human country in the world.
The other minor nobles gazed from a far distance at the central venue, some of them even quietly humming songs praising the Empire.
“Oh…great Chris, you are glory, you are light, you are the dawn that spreads across the world.”
“You resemble the never-setting sun, destined to forever hang high in the sky, ruling the world…”
…
“Oh, great Chris.”
Elma is wearing a waist skirt, with a hat decorated with white feathers on her head. A ring of hazy white veil fell, covering her face.
She had a layer of white gloves on her hands, holding a folding fan made of peacock feathers, fanning fiercely.
After humming for a while, she complained to her brother Bru next to her, “Is this really winter in Sacreid? Why do I feel like I’m in a plantation in the south?”
“Please bear with it.”
Looking at the dense seats and heads around, Bru gave a bitter smile.
There were too many minor nobles in the Chris Empire. The Farrell family was not particularly noticeable among them, but having a seat in this huge square was already much better than the commoners outside who could only stand.
He glanced around and suddenly asked, “Where is father?”
“He should be performing his duties… but it’s great to be able to watch the celebration up close with those big shots,” Elma said proudly.
“But… Baron Farrell is just a guard on the outermost periphery and may have to guard the deserted palace today. He may not have the opportunity to watch the celebration at all, hehe…”
A sharp laugh came from a plump noble girl next to them, covering her mouth with a fan.
Bru disgustingly glanced at the second daughter of the Lennon family with her bulky body and quickly shifted his gaze away.
The Baron Lennon’s family and the Farrell family were of similar status, but their daughters naturally had some animosity, liking to ridicule and compare with each other.
Just like the noblewomen bragging to each other about how beautiful their family’s estates are, how luxurious their jewelry is, and how prominent their husbands and sons’ positions are.
‘Vulgar…’
Bru felt a deep sadness: ‘Has my sister become this kind of person? Or… is this what is meant by the so-called noble demeanor?’
“You’re talking nonsense!”
Elma suddenly puffed up like an angry kitten: “You’re purely jealous because my father defeated Lord Lennon in the selection.”
“You are the one talking nonsense.”
The two girls faced off against each other, making the weather seem even hotter.
Bru helplessly wiped some sweat and unintentionally glanced at the canopy, “The big shots are all here, huh?”
He rubbed his eyes, which seemed somewhat blurred: “By the six gods, what am I seeing?”
His mouth wide open, he seemed to have turned to stone, staring blankly in the direction of the canopy.
“Brother… what are you doing…”
Having argued enough, Elma took a few deep breaths and looked towards her older brother.
“You…see…” Bru squeezed out two hoarse words from his throat.
Following his gaze, Elma saw her father, Gregory Farrell, who was surprisingly invited to sit down in the pavilion. Beside him were the Finance Minister and the Minister of Defense.
“Oh, my God!”
Elma fanned herself with excitement, “Am I dreaming?”
“Felina, take a look!”
She proudly said to the second daughter of the Lennon family, “That’s my father… he must have been chosen for some important post.”
“Yes… The Mad King’s favor.” After staring blankly for a long time, Felina, who couldn’t find any refuting words, muttered with an ant-like voice.
“Hehe… you are just jealous.”
Elma was in such high spirits, prouder than ever to have such a father.
…
“Baron Farrell.”
The Minister of Finance, sitting next to Su Lu, looked at him in surprise, a mysterious smile on his face, “Our emperor really likes to surprise people.”
“Maybe… but the protagonist of today just appeared, hasn’t he?”
Su Lu rested his face on his right fist, silently watching as the Pope of the Six Major Orthodox Churches entered the venue.
“Brittany – Pope of the Earth Mother Goddess Church, Conrad – Pope of the God of Knowledge Church, Cody – Pope of the Fire God Church, Cyril – Pope of the War God Church, and lastly, Darcy – Worshipper of the Lady of the Storm.”
Su Lu listened to the roll call and watched the six Popes take their seats, sizing them up.
‘Except for the Church of the Goddess of Light, all the churches’ popes have personally come, which shows how important they consider Antonio… In fact, the people of the White Eagle Federation should also have arrived, but they are hiding in the shadows.’
“Welcome to the arrival of the six majesties.”
When Antonio saw that everyone had arrived, he stood up, saluted everyone, and said, “Now… I declare, the celebration officially begins!”
Boom!
The ceremonial cannon was fired.
The noise spread far and wide.
“The surging crowd’s enthusiasm is also a kind of belief… I can feel the fanatic unity.”
Observing this scene, Conrad, Pope of the God of Knowledge, murmured.
As the emperor, the pinnacle of the monarchy in the world, Antonio is in a strange state at this moment.
With the waves of cheers from below, only those with advanced professions could notice that the aura around him was becoming stronger and stronger.
Under the pavilion of the six pastoral leaders, light and shadow were distorted, a secret conversation was underway.
“Cyril, make a choice!”
The Pope of the Fire God sighed, “Are we going to start another holy war?”
The result of the last holy war was that the New World completely left the colonial system of the Chris Empire and established the White Eagle Federation.
Moreover, the focus of the Light Goddess Church completely shifted to the New World, and the original faith system of the Seven Gods began to split.
“Antonio has gone mad, he is conspiring with the Evil God, can’t you believe the evidence you’ve seen?”
Brittany, the Pope of the Earth Mother Goddess Church, who prefers women, persuaded softly.
“We all know… we serve the Gods and pray for their favor.”
Cyril murmured, “But have the divinities ever really pity us? Why… don’t we create a native god who truly loves us?”
The faces of the other five pastoral leaders suddenly became stunned.
