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[FTMWDK] Chapter 123: The Key of Binding
🕑 Added 2023-11-20 05:33:20 +0000 UTCSince the day he pulled Caliburn, Arkhan had been preparing for this council meeting.
Being a king meant bearing not only authority but also responsibility. Since he had ascended to this position, he had to do his best, or he would let down those who trusted him and the millions of Camelot's people who placed their hopes in him.
For the past three months, Arkhan had worked tirelessly, recalling the policies and measures he had once learned in his previous life and combining them with the practical observations he had made throughout his journey.
Every policy he presented had undergone thorough scrutiny and modification, and he was certain there were no flaws before finalizing them.
Thanks to his diligent preparation, he entered the council chamber today with full confidence.
Almost an hour later, he had presented all the policies he had selected as appropriate.
"That is all I wanted to say." Arkhan addressing the ministers. "What do you all think?"
As the words left his mouth, the entire room fell into silence, with no one speaking for a long while.
*Gulp*
Kay quietly swallowed a gulp of saliva. Now, he finally understood why his teacher had appeared so confident before their arrival.
Artoria gazed at Arkhan's back with adoration in her eyes, her azure eyes filled with profound admiration.
Morgan stared at Arkhan as if he were some sort of monster or alien. Even though she had always believed her brother wouldn't disappoint in this regard, this display was a bit too exaggerated!
Even the three people who knew Arkhan the best found his words astonishing. The rest of the ministers felt even more bewildered, with almost everyone wearing a comically dumbfounded expression.
Arkhan furrowed his brows slightly.
"Why is everyone silent? Does anyone find anything inappropriate about this?"
One of the ministers, snapping out of his daze, quickly responded.
"No! No! Nothing is inappropriate, Your Majesty. The policies you've proposed are excellent, truly exceptional!"
Inappropriate? Each of the dozens of policies could lead a nation to rapid growth. They dared not voice any objections.
"Please forgive our earlier rudeness, Your Majesty. We simply did not expect your knowledge and wisdom to be so profound. Though it's embarrassing to admit, you've genuinely astounded us all." Another minister said with a wry smile.
The rest nodded in agreement, as this statement essentially reflected their collective sentiment.
If they had initially thought that the king needed to develop his governing abilities, this moment obliterated any such doubts from their minds.
"No need to be so surprised. I didn't come up with these policies on my own. I've merely borrowed from the wisdom of others." Arkhan explained.
Borrowed from the wisdom of others?
Everyone in the council chamber was slightly taken aback, their eyes revealing contemplative expressions.
If these policies had been implemented in other nations on Britain, they, with their knowledge, couldn't have remained ignorant of it.
So, the only explanation was that when the king spoke of 'the wisdom of others', it likely did not pertain to the current world but rather to some higher and unknown territory.
Such circumstances weren't unfamiliar to them as Archbishop Canterbury from the Holy Church was the prime example. He was, by all appearances, an ordinary person, yet possessed almost prophetic abilities that even magecraft couldn't replicate.
Could the king's 'wisdom of others' be related to this phenomenon known as 'Revelation' like Archbishop Canterbury?
With this realization, they finally comprehended. No wonder the king appeared so young but possessed such extraordinary wisdom.
This must be the true meaning of the 'Chosen King'.
Arkhan's mouth twitched slightly. With his understanding, he couldn't help but notice that these people had completely misunderstood him.
However, some things were best left unexplained, and let them draw their own conclusions.
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After the morning meeting, Arkhan was preparing to discuss the matter of the artificial magic circuit with Morgan when a familiar voice suddenly reached his ears.
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[Quest Four: Go to Camelot, complete the coronation ceremony, and gain the support of at least sixty percent of the ministers (Completed)]
[Quest Reward: Eleventh Divine Key - Oath of Judah]
...
"Completed?" Arkhan paused for a moment.
In fact, he had noticed that the fourth quest included two aspects—completing the coronation ceremony and gaining support from sixty percent of the ministers.
The coronation ceremony had just concluded, and he had initially thought it would take a long time to fulfill the second requirement. However, after the morning meeting, the quest had unexpectedly been completed. It seemed that all the preparations he had made had indeed played a significant role.
Arkhan sighed inwardly and then made a casual excuse to leave the council chamber and return to his room.
After locking the door, he reached out into the void, and after a moment, the air began to ripple with golden waves. Then, a massive golden cross materialized out of thin air.
"Another one..." Nidhogg secretly marveled.
In truth, she had long had a vague feeling that Arkhan might be hiding some earth-shattering secret, given the peculiar weapons he possessed that appeared out of nowhere.
The lance that contained the powers of life and death, the black-flaming corruption sword, the mind-disturbing red feather, and the self-replicating golden sword—these were all weapons Nidhogg had never seen before, and they even surpassed many Divine Constructs in their respective abilities.
Apart from this, she had an indescribable intuition that the true terror of these strange weapons might not lie in their appearances.
Arkhan was unaware of the black dragon lady's thoughts at this moment because all his attention was focused on the golden cross in front of him.
The cross was nearly two meters tall, adorned with intricate patterns and reliefs on its surface.
It was primarily composed of gold and black, exuding a sense of sacred solemnity. Gold chains wrapped around it like seals, anchoring it firmly to the ground, making it as unmovable as a mountain.
Arkhan touched the patterns on the surface of the cross, and the cold touch brought a profound sense of peace from deep within.
He took a deep breath, grabbed the golden chain, and pulled it with all his might.
"Oath of Judah, unfold!"
*Click—*
As the golden chains fell away, with the sound of precise mechanical movements, the cross separated into two halves, with frames carrying golden spears extending to either side. The obsidian spearheads shimmered with a chilling and heavy aura, exuding an imposing atmosphere.
This was the Eleventh Divine Key, known as the Key of Binding—Oath of Judah, which possessed the strongest power of restraint, nullification, and imprisonment.
