HAIL THE KING !
Chapter 58: The Accident at the Party

When talking about the grandeur of the buildings, the Palace of the King of Chambord would be placed in the top three among all 250 affiliated kingdoms controlled by the Zenit Empire. All structures are made by collecting and collecting large white stones. A huge stone box was right in front of the palace. On the east, west, and north sides of the square, there stood thirty or forty yards (m) of huge stone pillars and ten yards (m) of statues of all the gods. The great King's Palace was behind all these pillars and statues. The gate was on the south side of the square where residents and soldiers could enter.

The celebration party will be held in the stone field outside the room.

Crowds celebrating gathered in the square. Six huge bonfires burned and lit up the dark sky. There were ten gigantic wooden towers made by the citizens and soldiers, and they were in the middle of the square. They were all six or seven meters (m) high and the corpses of all the soldiers and citizens killed in the war were placed in the layers of the tower.

The soldiers in the King's guards wore clear armor and patrolled the plaza and the King's Palace with spears in their hands. People wore white robes and sang and danced. Some acrobatics were falling back and forth on the floor, and beautiful women were put together and dancing around the campfire. People raised the branches of green trees that represented life and hope and laughed happily.

The night passed.

Making a "clip-clop" sound, the Zenit Empire prince Tropinski had arrived with the cavalry guards. The handsome old man, Bast, led the prince and his accomplices to the VIP seat under the god statue on the west side of the square. As Zenit was the kingdom of their parents, the citizens and people of Chambord warmly welcomed the arrival of the prince. Many fragrant petals and clear water were sprinkled on them.

Tropinski enjoyed the reception.

At this time, Tropinski surprisingly displayed the style and elegance of the imperial prince. He smiled gently and continued to wave at the surrounding residents. However, the cavalry behind the prince had an unfavorable attitude towards the low-class people in this small kingdom. After seeing smiles and hearing cheers, they kept their haughty and arrogant attitude as if seeing their dog waving its tail towards them flatly.

Seeing that Prince Tropinski was the only one here to join the party, Bast was somewhat disappointed. Eldest Princess Tanasha was the leader of the army and she controlled everything; however, she could not read his attitude or intentions. This party was a good opportunity for him to observe it, but he did not come; he ordered the servants to pay attention to their own manners and take good care of the guests.

After more than ten minutes, the crowd slowly became quiet from all the cheers and dances. The square is silent.

At this moment, two fancily armored army squads walked out of the large stone palace on the north side of the square and formed two straight lines on either side of the road. Then under everyone's attention, King Alexander appeared on the tall stairs in front of the palace while holding the hand of his beautiful fiancee, Angela.

Fei was wearing a blue king robe. The robe fluttered in the wind and framed perfectly for its slender, muscular body. He also wore a crown in the shape of a golden leaf. His ink-like black hair, clear eyes, sturdy figure, incomparable temperament he had obtained during his cold killing and his natural affinity had merged perfectly. Looking from afar, he was like a god high in the sky and clearly represented the king of the kingdom.

Beside her, the beautiful Angela was wearing a blue colored dress. A thin golden belt hung on his waist; his skin was smoother and whiter than the snow on the highest mountains. She wore a crown made of different types of flowers. With the wind fluttering in her hair, she looked like a goddess who had landed in the mortal world; pure and mighty, people could not look at her straight, nor could they find fault with her.

The two smiled as they appeared on the highest staircase to the palace and they instantly stole the floodlights in the square. Even the crystal-like stars embedded in the dark sky suddenly lost their brightness.

The citizens and soldiers of Chambord knelt down and cheered, "Greetings King Alexander!"

Many people knew for the first time that their king was so extraordinary and powerful. At this moment, no one could relate the perfect image of a king currently before them to the backward and foolish Alexander. They humbly knelt on the field and cheered with their souls and souls.

Prince Tropinski who was sitting in the VIP seat on the west side of the square would not want to stand. During the day, he greatly underestimated the rumored king. He was only here to participate in the party because he wanted to make trouble and tease the king. He did not question his own appearance and disposition before, and he thought that if he stood in the square, he would be the center of attention and would steal the attention from everyone, the prince of the Zenit Empire suddenly felt somewhat embarrassed by his appearance. Looking at the couple in front of the palace who looked like matches made in heaven, he surprisingly realized that his humiliation and dissatisfaction towards this kingdom, this castle and this king were quickly disappearing.

But what he did not notice was that his accomplices did not feel the same way. Behind the prince, a fan knight wearing full armor and red robes stared at Angela who was still on the stairs. Greed and obscenity filled his eyes, and the dozens of cavalry and guards behind him also did not hide him.

On the side of the square.

No one noticed that behind the crowd under the shadow of the huge god statue, three black-robed people stood there quietly. When they saw the appearance of King Alexander and Angela, the figure at the very front let out a voice, “Hah?”. The voice sounded weak, as if the person had just recovered from an illness. The person sounded surprised; this reaction made the two people behind staring at each other in unison; they had never seen that reaction from the person in front of them before.

After the King and the future queen arrived, the carnival in the square gradually stopped.

The atmosphere becomes formal and solemn. The crowd voluntarily made way, and Fei and Angela slowly walked down the tall stairs and approached the ten wooden towers temporarily.

The atmosphere became more solemn.

The war never ended on the Azeroth Continent, and many soldiers would die on the battlefield every day, every hour, and every second. Burying the corpses of all these soldiers became a huge and time-consuming operation, in addition to taking up a lot of land. In order to prevent this situation from appearing, the cremation habits of the dead soldiers were long formed. No matter if it was kings, nobles, citizens or even slaves, if they died in battle, they would be placed in one of these wooden towers and cremated. The people of Azeroth believed that the souls of the warriors would be redeemed and they would stay with the God of War in the Kingdom of Gods.

According to the knowledge that Fei had crammed into his head about traditional customs and etiquette with the help of Angela, the, he climbed up the tower and took the gold coins pieces from Angela's hands and placed them separately in the eyes of the dead soldiers – this was another custom on the Azeroth Continent. People believed that placing a gold coin in the eyes of a dead soldier would help them reopen their eyes in a burning fire and find the right path to the Kingdom of the Gods.

It's a complicated and long process.

Chambord had lost a hundred and thirty-one brave warriors in this defensive war. There should have been special personnel to place these gold coins for the dead soldier, but Fei suddenly insisted on doing it himself. According to custom, only nobles or high heroes who made a great contribution to the kingdom were given the honor of having gold coins placed in their eyes by the king; Fei's actions bestowed an unprecedented honor on these ordinary soldiers.

Obviously, it was his intention to win over his people.

It was quiet in the square; no one said a word. The wind seemed to stop as well. Only a few women wearing black robes were the equivalent of temple priests singing an ancient song on the steps in front of the palace. The song had no lyrics, but it was still spread far across the continent; it was a song to say goodbye to loved ones.

Fei patiently covered the eyes of every dead soldier with gold coins under everyone's attention, and then he lit the potion where the corpses lay. The flames quickly devoured the bodies of the dead, and families who lost their loved ones broke down and shouted loudly ……

The whole process takes about an hour.

After the fire turned the corpses and ten wooden towers into ashes, the atmosphere in the plaza finally subsided. The crying gradually stopped and the doctors carefully collected the ashes and placed them in a large black coffin. After twelve days, this coffin would be taken to the highest mountain east of Chambord and buried there. That way, the souls of the soldiers will be the first to see the beautiful sunrise – it is the custom of Chambord.

After all that, the square returned to its previous cheerful and lively atmosphere.

People started singing and dancing to celebrate their victory in the war. The crazy atmosphere became hotter under the burning bonfire. Regardless of age, gender, and social class, people hold hands and dance together. Even the soldiers who were patrolling were dragged into the crowd, as well as Fei and Angela. At the celebration, everyone is the same. Prince Tropinski and his guards were also invited.

Some women laughed as they brought dishes full of fruits and barbeques into the crowd.

Prince Tropinski is influenced by a happy atmosphere. At this moment, he put down his arrogance and coldness and returned to being a 17-year-old child. He held hands with the other young men and young women and formed a large circle and danced around the campfire; he was like a bird that had just come out of its cage, free and happy.

But what Tropinski and the others did not notice was that his guards and the red-hatted knights laughed and pushed their way to the center of the square. They all had evil smiles on their faces; their eyes shone when they felt curly.

The direction they were heading towards in the center of the square was where the holy goddesses Angela and the blond, Emma, and their female friends danced happily. The girl smiled happily; her beautiful face was filled with laughter and happiness, like a little Angel.