The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

Chapter 388 Today is a great day

Before the coronation ceremony begins, the king will ride in a golden chariot and parade along the main streets of the capital.

Close contact with the residents will greatly increase the king's prestige.

"The parade route starts from the palace, goes around the city and ends at the cathedral... Your Majesty, you may board the carriage now."

The golden chariot is different from the closed carriage that the king usually rides. This chariot is open.

According to Li, the chariot was a few fast horses pulling a movable golden sofa.

The heroic figure of the king holding the scepter will shine in the hearts of every citizen.

But doing so would also bring great danger to the king.

"Leon..."

The king, dressed in gorgeous ceremonial attire, boarded a swaying golden chariot.

He turned around and wanted to tell Prince Leon something, but changed his mind in an instant.

The king didn't know whether his arrangements could ensure that everything would go smoothly. If he died during today's ceremony, leaving too many instructions for Leon would become a burden to him.

"That's it, go!"

Six white horses lined up in front of the golden chariot. With the king's order, the gate of the palace opened, and the six horses passed through the gate of the palace and entered the sight of the people on the street.

"Your Majesty! It's Your Majesty!"

At this moment, the public still does not know the specific information of today's ceremony. Everyone only knows that His Majesty the Great King will personally attend today's coronation ceremony.

Everyone thought that the king was only sending support and blessings to the new archbishop in his capacity as the host of the kingdom.

"Your Majesty looks so handsome today!"

The king himself pulled the reins of the war horse, and his heroic figure standing on the golden chariot reminded everyone of the king's bravery in his youth.

"Your Majesty, our great king, is also the kingdom's most outstanding warrior!"

The king held the reins in one hand and raised the scepter in the other, and everyone cheered for him.

The cheers were like waves, one higher than the other.

In a shop on the inside of the street, an assassin disguised as a shop owner, holding a crossbow, aimed at the speeding golden chariot.

The next moment, an arrow flew over from the roof diagonally opposite and nailed the assassin to the spot.

The golden chariot rushed through another street, and two assassins holding daggers tried to jump onto the avenue to stop the king's actions.

However, the moment they jumped onto the street, they collapsed to the ground due to heart failure.

There were little hooded assassins in the crowd, as well as soldiers and council officers saluting the king.

The king watched all this in silence, his expression not wavering in the slightest.

The cheers passing by my ears, the backs of galloping war horses, and the warm sunshine.

All this made the king forget his age for a short while, and he regained his most energetic self when he was young.

“What a nice day today!”

The king threw away the scepter in his hand, which symbolized his power. The scepter hit the ground with a bang and finally rolled to the side of the road.

The people who saw this scene were very surprised. They didn't know what the meaning of the king's doing this was.

The next moment, the king drew the ceremonial sword from his waist and severed the connection between the horse and the chariot with one sword.

While the carriage was moving at high speed, the king jumped high and rode directly on the white horse pulling the carriage.

The warhorse, having broken free from its restraints and then being pressed down by someone, let out a loud neigh.

The warhorse did not slow down and continued to move forward at the same speed as pulling the cart.

The king on horseback held high his ceremonial sword, the tip of the sword pointing toward the dazzling sun.

"I am your king! My subjects, I am right here! Look up to me, praise me, and worship me! I am the glory of the kingdom!"

The already boiling streets became even more boiling like hot oil because of the king's domineering declaration.

There have never been any celebrities in this world, and there are very few people who can attract so much attention.

Today's king has done it with his strong personal charm.

Perhaps too many residents do not know what the king did specifically and whether he really did anything good for the people.

But today's atmosphere and the king's performance today have proved that His Majesty the King before us is a true king.

The other five war horses that were not ridden by the king ran for a while and were then stopped and collected by soldiers on the roadside.

Only the king's horse seemed to realize that it had done more work than its companions and was in a very unhappy mood.

This is overtime, and it is heavy overtime!

The angry warhorse seemed even more imposing. Some assassins who wanted to stop the king's advance were even allowed to pass through him on the avenue before they were ready.

"Your Majesty! Your rule brings us peace and prosperity!"

"Your Majesty! You are filled with glory and brilliance. Your brilliance is our brilliance!"

The people on the roadside, led by some caring people, began to sing praises to the king.

This scene of unity aroused the resonance of extraordinary power.

A faint light blue glow appeared on the king's body and on the streets as well, until it covered half of the capital.

This miraculous scene was very similar to the resonance of holy light, but the power evoked by the king was obviously different from the holy light.

At this moment the king felt something in his heart. He seemed to have grasped something illusory, but he let this feeling slip through his fingers.

Just as the king was about to feel it again, he saw a line of people blocking the street.

The king reined in his horse and confronted those who were blocking the road.

"Your Majesty, do you really have to do this?"

The one who took the lead in stopping the king was a white-haired old man. He brought his family and prevented the king from going to the direction of the temple.

Seeing someone blocking the king's way, the crowd on the roadside began to talk in confusion.

"Why are you trying to stop me? Are you so unwilling for me to be crowned Pope?"

"The king crowns the pope?"

There were cries of surprise from the crowd, and many people ran away, trying to pass on the news.

The king did not stop the passers-by, and the soldiers who were secretly watching the assassin did not stop him either.

The fact that the king was going to become Pope no longer needed to be kept secret at this moment. Instead, those people who were blocking the king's progress needed to be dealt with appropriately.

"Your Majesty, I used to be a member of the Kingdom Army. Under your leadership, I was fortunate enough to win the title of Viscount. But, King, I have never enjoyed any of the treatment that a Viscount should have, and my family has always suffered with me! Today, I would like to ask Your Majesty, do you really want to award those unproductive clergymen the title of nobility?"

The aggressive little noble in front of him threatened the king with his past glory and current suffering.

This person was obviously pushed out by the nobles to deliberately block the road.

The family was so pitiful that it was impossible for the king to use force against them.

Thus, they blocked the road and the king could not reach the temple on time.

This is a difficult matter, as the king cannot afford to be tarnished when he is about to be crowned Pope.

What to do…

Seeing the king's embarrassment, the nobles who had been secretly watching all this smiled triumphantly.