Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 218 The First Throne Meeting (Bonus Chapter 1)
Lu Mingfei followed behind another exiled soldier, passing through the city gate and heading into the city of Stoneville.

It can be considered a return to familiar territory.

Lu Mingfei was very familiar with the roads here. He still clearly remembered where the ballistae were, where the axemen were, and where the knights and storm hawks were.

Now, things have changed dramatically.

Edgar seemed to have made significant adjustments to the city's defenses. As the hereditary lord of Moen City and a descendant of Storm, he was naturally adept at such matters.

Moreover, he is in his prime, with considerable strength, and compared to the two old men, he has ample energy to manage the defense of the entire city.

Lu Mingfei observed the situation in the city while sighing with emotion.

Occasionally, when patrolling knights from lost lands pass by, they will stop and bow in respect upon seeing Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei would also return the gift earnestly.

When the old knight taught him these complicated etiquettes, he complained more than once and secretly thought to himself that this guy was a "remnant of the previous dynasty".

Unexpectedly, these storm rituals helped him more than once during his subsequent adventures, and now, the storm banners are indeed flying once again over the walls of Stoneville.

Really good fortune.

Lu Mingfei was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to describe this strange cause and effect.

How could the old knight have imagined that the cowardly boy he had met on that desolate island would actually kill two demigods in a row and indirectly win over Stoneville?
The exiled soldiers led him deep into Stoneville, the site of his former duel with Grek, now renovated.

The weapons that had been lying around haphazardly were completely put away, the weeds were cleared away, and the paving stones were simply repaired, making it a wide-open square at first glance.

He entered the throne room that originally belonged to "Leg Extension" Grik. The hall was still magnificent, and the throne was still there, but five smaller, imposing high-backed chairs had been added next to it.

At this moment, four people were already seated in the five high-backed chairs: the old knight was casual, O'Neill had a calm expression, and Edgar looked solemn. Surprisingly, Ingwell's ashes had also solidified into a clear spirit, occupying one of the seats.

The empty one was clearly reserved for...

When O'Neill saw Lu Mingfei, he chuckled and said:

"The future King of Elden has arrived."

The old Cavaliers snorted coldly, seemingly quite displeased with O'Neal's praise.

Lu Mingfei scratched his head, not daring to say a word, and looked at the empty seats in the council hall, about to sit down.

Before Lu Mingfei's bottom even touched the stool, he heard the old man say calmly:

"This chair wasn't saved for you."

Lu Mingfei had no choice but to retreat dejectedly and asked:
"Then where should I sit?"

The group exchanged glances but did not answer him.

Lu Mingfei had no choice but to say:
"I have brought General Oregon's ashes."

"Just in time."

O'Neill's booming voice rang out: "Then let's summon Oreg's ashes as well. We can't do without the complete 'Storm Wings' for this occasion."

Lu Mingfei did as instructed.

After the jingling of the summoning bell, the spirit of a tall, silver-armored knight with two swords at his waist appeared. He looked around at his surroundings, seemingly a little stunned.

Oreg's spiritual consciousness was more intact than Ingwell's, and Rodrika completed his first spirit initiation with almost no effort.

The weathered, homeless knight-general probably never imagined that he could return to his homeland in this way after his death. In places unseen by others, his soul was filled with emotion.

Oreg nodded to his three friends in the arena and then naturally sat down in the fifth chair.

O'Neill seemed to be using his unique talent as a spirit trainer, beginning a silent communication with the two heroic spirits who were unable to speak normally.

Lu Mingfei, the key figure in the meeting, was unceremoniously "asked" to leave the hall on the grounds that "it's a big shot's talk, children shouldn't listen."

Lu Mingfei stood outside the door, touched his nose, and felt both amused and exasperated.

The five people, or rather, three people and two spirits, seemed to be holding an important meeting concerning the future direction of the storm.

Lu Mingfei, the inheritor of Storm and the great contributor to reclaiming Stoneville, can only sit in the square and idly play with Stormhawk. What's going on?

Fortunately, the hall doors opened again shortly afterward. Edgar came out first, approached Lu Mingfei, and bowed respectfully.
"My lord, please come back. The ceremony has been agreed upon."

ceremony?

Lu Mingfei was slightly taken aback and subconsciously asked:
"What ceremony?"

Edgar's expression was natural:
"Your succession ceremony."

Lu Mingfei then suddenly realized that the reason why the elders insisted on returning to Stoneville seemed to be so that he could formally inherit the leadership of the Storm Knights.

At first, he felt that the matter had a somewhat unrealistic, joking tone, and was even a bit childish.

But now, standing inside the Stoneville Castle under renovation, feeling the solemn atmosphere around me, and looking at Edgar's incredibly serious face...

It turns out, none of this was a joke.

He took a deep breath, nodded, and followed Edgar back into the hall.

"Of course it's not a joke."

O'Neill looked at Lu Mingfei, who had walked in with Edgar, and explained in a serious tone and loud voice:
"Otherwise, why do you think we would go to such lengths to bring Oreg's spirit here as well?"
Only when both 'Storm Wings' are present, and witnessed by them personally, will your succession conform to the oldest traditions and laws, and will your position possess unquestionable legitimacy and legality.

The old knight also looked solemn as he turned to the spirits of the two Storm Generals, whose status was even higher.

They were once the true legends of this land.

The old man asked in a deep voice, his tone filled with respect:

"What do you two generals think?"

Ingwell's spirit turned slightly toward Lu Mingfei, its empty eye sockets seemingly able to see into the soul.

He glanced at it briefly, then nodded decisively in approval.

Oregon's reaction was more cautious.

The general's spirit, known for his composure and wisdom, slowly stood up. He stared silently at Lu Mingfei, an invisible pressure spreading out.

That silent scrutiny lasted for more than ten seconds, as if it were measuring whether Lu Mingfei truly possessed the capacity and strength to bear the storm of the future.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Oreg's spirit leaned forward slightly and made a clear nod.

The two supreme commanders, who had weathered life and death storms, reached a consensus on this matter.

Soon, Lu Mingfei was taken away by Edgar.

The entire city of Stoneville began to function smoothly.

Messengers rushed through the various military camps and towers, and the deep, desolate sound of horns rang out several times, summoning all the soldiers scattered throughout the castle.

They are no longer called exiled soldiers, but are now regular soldiers under the Storm's command.

The blacksmith shop put aside its daily repair work and instead meticulously polished each suit of armor and weapon that would appear in the ceremony, making them reflect a cold luster under the torches.

The soldiers were busy cleaning every inch of the central square, and even brought in new stone slabs to carefully fill the cracks and wounds of war on the ground.

Huge storm flags were hung on the crenellations of the city walls and along the main passageways, fluttering in the ceaseless wind, announcing the change of masters and the arrival of a new era.

Under Edgar's personal supervision, Lu Mingfei was "locked" in a side hall for an urgent but necessary crash course in etiquette.

Edgar meticulously corrected the angle of every gesture, the distance of every step, and even the height at which his gaze should be level.

These rituals were more elaborate and ancient than those taught by the old knight, and were imbued with a sense of courtly sanctity.

"Sir, you must get used to it."

Edgar's voice was calm:

“You represent not only yourself, but also the past and future of the entire Storm Legion. Every move you make will be given different meanings under the watchful eyes of countless people.”

Lu Mingfei suppressed all distracting thoughts and focused on learning and imitating.

He knew all too well that this was no child's play.

(End of this chapter)