T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 176, page 175: I'm going to spray ten of them!
There are old and new council chambers in Anna; the one where the boundary between the real and virtual chambers is the old council chamber.

"The old council hall is very old, built during the reign of the Twin Emperors, and is already a cultural relic. I heard at the Star Speaker Academy that it has not been used in the last 50 years."

Mint muttered softly as she introduced this ancient building, which was as old as the empire itself.

What was the reason for the last use?

"The emperor, having just seized power, exercised his authority and executed his brothers who intended to turn against each other."

Everyone was stunned at the boundary between the real and the virtual.

The layout of the old council hall is similar to that of an opera house. The interior of the palace is horseshoe-shaped, with the council platform positioned directly in front, visible from the circular corridors.

There are no seats in front of the platform; all participants are located on the connecting corridor, which is higher than the platform.

When the twin emperors established the Anna Empire, countless people considered it blasphemous to look down upon the monarch from a high position.

The Gemini Emperors' answer seemed to transcend the limitations of their time and their own.

"Place me here so that you may all oversee my exercise of the king's authority."

This is the only place where nobles, representatives of imperial citizens, can look down upon the monarch.

However, not all emperors liked being looked down upon or supervised.

The two emperors passed away one after the other, but the foundation they laid proved useful to their descendants.

Anna gradually rose to power, and after the second emperor ascended the throne, the new council hall was completed, leaving only a symbolic place.

Citizens' representatives were marginalized from the center of power, and the aristocracy dominated everything in the empire, becoming equal to the monarchy.

Behind the council platform, the yin-yang relief of the twin emperors is hidden in the dark side of the light source set up in the council hall, and cannot be seen unless you get close.

It's like the traces left by the twin emperors on this empire.

The circular corridor was packed with people. Nobles from the vicinity of the imperial capital were allowed to participate in the meeting, and many people had also come from surrounding city-states.

The circular walkway was filled with a hushed crowd, some of whom had brought their relatives and friends, as if they were watching a rare spectacle.

Judging by sight alone, the number is estimated to be no less than 300.

The connecting corridor belonged to the nobility, and as envoys, their seating position was self-evident—the council platform.

The place where the twin emperors are scrutinized and questioned.

Jiang Heyi was puzzled as to why His Majesty the Emperor of Anna would make such an arrangement. Was it to exert pressure through his ever-present gaze?

Most people, without a strong heart, would likely lose their composure under the intense scrutiny of countless eyes.

But as a gamer... what constitutes inappropriate behavior?
In other games, I've even danced on the graves of gods; what's a little being watched?

Not only are they not afraid, but a sense of blasphemy has crept into everyone's heart.

If a powerful magic potion were to be used at this moment to blow up the main supporting structure of the connecting corridor, the six-story corridor would likely collapse one floor at a time with a "whoosh".

How much experience does that take?

Could they take the opportunity to loot the nobles' belongings?
It can make players refrain from taking action for the sake of the generous rewards after completing the story, but it can't stop them from letting their imaginations run wild.

For example, the jailer was thinking about how spectacular it would be to manipulate the zombies to attack, unleash a zombie horde, and block the door.

For example, the Four Primal Bodies believed he had the ability to manipulate the fusion torrent of elements, swinging it from the left to the right side of the corridor like a ship-slaying blade.

"Mint, have you ever wondered what would happen if we blew something big here?"

Mint was startled and quickly warned, "There are high-level mages hiding here, be careful not to be overheard!"

So eager? It seems everyone has a rather destructive urge to disrupt such solemn and dignified scenes.

It's true what they say, birds of a feather flock together.

His Majesty the Emperor of Anna still has not shown up, and his attitude is already very clear.

The Falling Star Mission will first meet with the people who are protecting the eight beastly nobles; he will only be responsible for setting up the stage.

As an emperor, there can be something so scandalous that he doesn't want to show his face.

The entire continent of Ana was probably laughing at him, but he couldn't force a decision against the voices of the nobles.

The longer things drag on, the more humiliating it will be for the empire.

Being caught in a dilemma must be a terrible feeling.

From this perspective, the hundreds of people gathered here today were not the emperor's intention, but rather the result of nobles protecting the eight beasts trying to use their power to intimidate others.

"Is this going to be a war of words?" The bed fell into deep thought. "How do I determine if I can pass this level?"

"As long as we can argue until people are speechless, that's enough," the jailer said nonchalantly. "I'd take on ten of them!"

A familiar figure appeared in the council hall; Prince Sloan and his guards slowly walked onto the council platform.

He first nodded slightly to the members of the delegation, then reached out and struck the bronze bell placed to one side of the council platform, which rang out.

In an instant, the rustling sounds in the hall fell silent.

"His Majesty has appointed me to preside over the proceedings of this star-falling, sea-sea ...

"stop."

Jiang Heyi interrupted Sloan loudly before he could finish his opening remarks, which were not delivered in the usual manner.

There was a two-second silence on the corridor, followed by a burst of words like "rude" and "barbaric".

Prince Sloan was somewhat embarrassed. He asked, "Does anyone in the delegation have any insights to share?" "I'm very dissatisfied with the name of the event. Why is it called the 'Falling Star Sealing Incident'?" Jiang Heyi glanced at the chattering people on the distant corridor. "Shouldn't it be called the 'Anna Nobles' Desecration of the Falling Star Royal Court Incident'?"

"Or perhaps, the 'Ana Nobles' attempted invasion of the Siren incident'?"

The entire audience was in an uproar.

Jiang Heyi had no intention of making things ambiguous from the start.

The name of an event itself sets the tone for the event. Years later, when ordinary people hear about the "Falling Star Sea Seal Event," they will inevitably assume that the event was just the sea monster making trouble.

We cannot leave Anna even a single opening in the annals of history.

Since they had promised the siren they would get justice for them completely, they were determined to achieve their goal in every aspect.

What's wrong with the game?
Players can be the Fourth Calamity, but in some storylines, a simple sense of justice will always drive them to make some emotional moves.

For example... even though I ransacked your house and stole everything I could take, that doesn't stop me from putting a silver coin back in your cupboard.

What? The thing I'm carrying is much more valuable than a silver coin?
Never mind that, I've already put a silver coin back.

Sloan understood that there was no need to read the opening remarks, as the debate had already begun.

On the connecting corridor, the Bulgarian nobles, filled with righteous indignation, repeatedly sent requests through the device that connected the bronze bell of the council platform.

His desire to go into lane is incredibly strong.

"Full of life, everything is bursting forth!" the blanket exclaimed. "I feel like even the Roman citizen assemblies weren't this lively. Do you think their council chambers looked like this? History teacher, step forward!"

Zhong Zemo nodded and pointed to the connecting corridor ahead, "That's right, this is Shi."

Looking around, Orange Tea realized that Mint's previous analysis was correct.

The aristocratic factions are numerous, and the Boggis are just one of them. Today, a large number of them are present, but some of them have come with the intention of just having fun.

Fruit, snacks, and tea—everything was provided. Sitting in a corner of the connecting corridor, he calmly observed the excited expressions of those around him.

If you didn't know they were from other factions within the aristocracy, Orange Tea would have assumed there were several clones of jailers sitting there.

As the emperor's personal NPC in this incident.

Prince Sloan began to perform his duties, taking out the bubbles that had floated down after the bronze bell rang, popping them one by one to listen and determine the first guest to appear.

This was an earl, but because he spoke so fast, no one could hear his self-introduction.

"This was a premeditated and escalated act by the Fallen Star Kingdom. Under the pretext of 'failed attempt to invade,' they launched a surprise attack on the Empire's territory. This is a blatant declaration of war!"

Are you planning to deny it?

Jiang Heyi shook his head: "I don't intend to deny it. However, you mentioned declaring war. Is this an action that the Anna Empire would characterize?"

Prince Sloan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

The count was about to speak when he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Hey, why aren't you saying anything, Your Excellency? I'm asking you a question, have you become mute?" Jiang Heyi sneered. "I'm asking you if you've made a decision yet. Judging from your reaction, doesn't the Anna Empire consider this an invasion?"

"Even if it's not a declaration of war, it's still blasphemy and an offense against the dignity of the empire!"

"The intention was not fulfilled, yet the siren is making a mountain out of a molehill, clearly indicating that it has been brewing for a long time."

The jailer patted Jiang Heyi on the shoulder, signaling that it was okay. The punching bag was a rare treat, so everyone should have a good time hitting it.

He stepped forward, took a breath, and asked softly, "Your Excellency, do you have any children?"

"I don't need to answer your question."

"What, now that we're on the council platform, you're allowed to ask me questions, but I'm not allowed to ask you? Don't forget, the Twin Emperors once openly stated here that they would 'accept all questions.' What, Your Excellency, is the founder of the empire bad at history and has never heard of him?"

The count was startled; anyone who touched such a sensitive matter would be in serious trouble, so he quickly replied.

"Two sons and two daughters."

The jailer nodded in satisfaction, then spoke in a strong voice.

"Be careful your daughter doesn't run into me when she walks at night."

The Earl was furious: "Shameless, arrogant, using foul language in public—is this the quality of the Falling Star Mission?"

"Wow, Your Excellency is so angry! I only told you to be careful when your daughter walks at night, and you can't handle it. How can you think it's making a mountain out of a molehill when the siren girl was almost violated?"

"Can't you stand it when it happens to you?"

The jailer pointed at the count and laughed loudly: "This is what you think of as justice? Hahahaha, then I wish all your descendants would run into Giza on their way home at night."

"You're so protective of him, he must be innocent. If he's innocent, why are you so angry?"

awesome.

Online, trolls can throw tantrums and disappear through a screen, and nobody can do anything about them.

But offline, if you really break someone's defenses in a match, that can be quite entertaining.

The Earl's attempt to maintain the dignity of nobility, coupled with his utterly shameless display of speechlessness, was so outrageous that not only Mint and Kesha, but everyone on the border between reality and illusion was practically bursting with joy.

It turns out that it feels so good to criticize others from a moral and rational high ground.

At this stage, the method used to meet the clearance requirements is no longer important.

Let's have fun first and worry about the consequences!
(End of this chapter)