RNP Chapter 817 The never-ending Flower Goddess Festival (9)
Chapter 817 The never-ending Flower Goddess Festival (9)
[Great Sage? I think it's the Great Idle One.]
[Amazingly, the leader of the royalist faction personally intervened to take charge of the performance. Is he planning to take action against the Little Grass God, or has the upper echelons been completely controlled by the Fatui?]
[Nashida: How can I manage Xumi while staying with these insects in the training academy?]
【Caesar: I second the motion! 】
[If anyone dares to interrupt the festival during its most joyful moments... I swear I will make him feel pain.]
Nilu frowned slightly, a trace of earnestness flashed in her eyes. She took a step forward and said in a clear and firm voice:
"Respected Great Sage, if you insist on canceling the Flower Goddess' Birthday Festival, could you please allow me to at least complete the 'Flower Goddess' Dance today?"
Her tone was gentle yet stubborn, as if carrying a vow that could not be broken: "The Dance of the Flower Goddess is the soul of this century-old festival. If even this dance cannot be performed, then the Flower Goddess Birthday Festival will be like a flower without roots, with only form but no soul..."
Before he could finish his words, Setale interrupted him coldly, his tone as cold as frost and leaving no room for doubt:
"The rules are set, how can we discuss them privately? If you continue to be so stubborn and insist on having your own way, we will have no choice but to order a thorough investigation of all those involved in the preparations for the Flower God's Birthday Festival—"
"By then, it won't be as simple as canceling the celebration."
She turned to look at the Great Sage sitting beside her, her tone becoming respectful yet threatening. "Great Sage, you are so kind and generous. You have already shown some leniency. Please understand the situation and don't be so confused as to not know when to advance or retreat."
The air suddenly stagnated.
Nilu lowered her eyes, dug her fingertips deep into her palms, and stood there silently like a stone statue. Only her slightly trembling knuckles revealed the waves in her heart.
The great sage slowly raised his eyes, a look of condescending arrogance appearing on his face. He sneered, a sneer curling up at the corner of his mouth, his voice low and cold:
"Art? Dance? And this so-called Flower Goddess Birthday Festival?"
"Heh... In a country that values wisdom and rationality, you're still obsessed with these frivolous, empty, illogical performances?"
He glanced at everyone with undisguised contempt:
"Don't you feel ashamed?"
--Reality
Xiao Guizi’s live broadcast room.
Hearing the great sage's words, Xiao Guizi instantly became furious and punched the computer desk in front of her.
Lightweight items such as water cups, keyboards, and mice were all lifted into the air by the force of this punch.
Xiao Guizi gritted her teeth and angrily said, "Don't you feel ashamed of trampling on and devaluing other people's careers and hobbies like this?"
"I**"
"you**"
On this day, amidst the eloquent greetings, Xiao Guizi's live broadcast room was blocked.
You can see that she is really angry.
This has to do with her past experiences.
After all, Xiao Guizi started out doing live streaming, but later changed her track to become a game anchor due to platform rectification.
The anchor industry is inherently controversial. As a freelancer, your income fluctuates and you also have to face misunderstandings from your family.
If the income is low, my family will think that I’d rather do a proper job; if the income is high, they will think that I’m doing something illegal.
Xiao Guizi took great pains to convince her family to let her be an anchor.
When she suddenly heard the words of the great sage, the forgotten memories came to her mind again, and she was naturally very angry.
The great sage seemed to have become one of those people who had criticized her live broadcast and thought that she had no future in it.
She was rightfully angry.
Not only was Xiao Guizi angry, she also wanted to punch the great sage in the face and then pour a whole can of hemorrhoids into his mouth to cure his foot-and-mouth disease!
——Teyvat
Xumi City, Grand Bazaar.
"For all scholars who pursue truth, reality, and truth, the gods created the paradise of Xumi..."
"And people like you want to defile her."
Nilu frowned and said, "No, I believe that the gods have never been disgusted with art, just like the flower goddess once danced for the Great Kindness Tree King..."
The great sage ignored him and interrupted:
"Given your knowledge, I don't believe you're qualified to debate with me. What you should do now is find someone to remove these ridiculous arrangements as soon as possible. The Flower Goddess Birthday Festival is now over."
As soon as the great sage finished speaking, the audience suddenly erupted in an uproar, like a lake filled with the sound of a stone being thrown into it.
The crowd became chaotic, and soon the whispers turned into arguments.
A mixture of anger, protest and grief spread like vines among the crowd, shattering the previous joyful atmosphere of the celebration.
Those who can personally attend the Flower God's Birthday Festival are all people with deep respect for the Goddess of Flowers. Even if they are not fanatical believers, most of them are people who devoutly worship the Little Auspicious Grass King.
Otherwise, there are also citizens who come with great anticipation to participate in the event and enjoy the lively and festive atmosphere.
However, at this moment, the great sage actually announced publicly that he would cancel today's grand ceremony that carries faith and tradition, especially when the ceremony is about to reach its climax. How can this not make people infuriated?
The natural expectations in their hearts collapsed, and dissatisfaction and resentment surged like a tide.
Just as the crowd was indignant and discussions were raging, a figure stood up calmly.
Caesar slowly stood up.
"Caesar."
Narcida looked up at Caesar.
"I'm sorry, Little King of Auspicious Grass, I didn't want this to happen."
Caesar said, hooking his fingertips lightly, and then pulling hard -
He resolutely threw the luxurious dress that symbolized power and red tape backwards, drawing an elegant and rebellious arc in the air.
Caesar took off his clothes on his own initiative, revealing a simple and neat piece of clothing that fit his body well, outlining his tall and straight figure ready to strike.
His face was as calm as a deep pool, his eyes were determined, and he stepped step by step onto the stage that was originally carefully prepared for the birthday festival of the flower god.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still. The clamor in the audience seemed to have been paused by an invisible hand, and gradually fell silent.
Thousands of eyes were focused on the stage, falling between the man with a cold temperament as cold as the night and the majestic sage.
Caesar stared at Setare with a sharp gaze. His voice was low, but clear enough to penetrate the entire room. "You said you wanted to thoroughly investigate the organizers of the Flower Goddess Festival? Fine—I'm right here. What do you want to do with me?"
Setale's face suddenly changed and her pupils shrank slightly.
She was just an assistant, how dare she order a figure like Caesar around?
The so-called "thorough investigation" was nothing more than a bluffing threat she made to suppress opposition voices.
She simply doesn't have that power.
After all, holding the Flower Goddess Birthday Festival year after year is the responsibility of the Council of Apostles and a ritual written into tradition.
What these so-called "royalists" are really resisting is simply their unwillingness to waste resources to celebrate a god they do not truly believe in.
But if this layer of window paper is broken, the real disordered ones are themselves.
Then Caesar looked at the Great Sage and said, "Azar, since you think Nilu is not qualified to debate with you, what about me?"
"Are you trying to accuse me of taking advantage of my age, or are you trying to accuse the Great Compassion Tree King of misjudging me? I'm unworthy of being her sage?"
At this time, the great sage slowly raised his hand, signaling Setare to step back. He then walked forward slowly alone, stood in front of Caesar, and spoke in a contemptuous tone:
"I'm so sorry to interrupt your pleasure, Caesar the Sage."
He paused slightly, a meaningful arc appearing at the corner of his lips, as if he had already won. "Of course, we dare not disrespect you, a highly respected elder. But..."
His tone changed slightly, and his eyes suddenly became cold and stern. "Rules are rules—and these rules were even established by you yourself."
"Holding such a grand ceremony to worship the gods without the permission of more than half of the sages is undoubtedly a violation of the law."
He shook his head slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone:
"Not to mention, you also used the huge amount of funds that the Faithful Council had earmarked for academic research."
"If this were to get out, wouldn't the world mock us, the Temple of Wisdom, for its lax discipline? This is truly... unacceptable."
Faced with these hypocritical and high-sounding accusations, Caesar just listened quietly, with a hint of sneer on the corner of his mouth, as if he was watching a clumsy farce.
However, the next moment——
Caesar's expression suddenly turned cold, like an ancient glacier collapsing, and a cold murderous intent swept across the entire place.
He suddenly raised his hand, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and the bracelet on his wrist inlaid with the Eye of the Ice God suddenly burst out with a piercing cold light. Blue and white energy condensed at the tip of his fist, as if freezing time itself.
There were no words, only a roar that tore through the air!
The fist, which was wrapped in extreme cold and destructive power, hit the great sage's face, which still had a hypocritical smile, like a falling meteor!
A moment ago, the great sage was still immersed in the pride of being in control of the overall situation;
The next moment, a terrifying chill devoured him like the maw of an abyss. Unrivaled power, accompanied by bone-chilling frost, violently unleashed itself upon him, as if to crush and freeze his very soul.
"boom--!"
With a dull thud, the great sage flew backward like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily into the towering wall of the festival stage behind him, causing bricks and stones to crack and dust to fly.
What was even more terrifying was that wherever the path passed, the water vapor in the air instantly condensed, and crystal clear ice formed out of thin air, like a death track paved with frost, pointing directly to the figure nailed firmly to the wall.
Layer upon layer of black ice spread rapidly, completely sealing the great sage from the neck down in a huge ice coffin.
Only his face, distorted by fear and pain, was exposed to the cold air. He trembled constantly, his eyes filled with incredible fear.
【Cool--!】
[This punch hit me right in the heart!]
[Caesar is so handsome! I want to capture this scene as my screensaver!]
[Caesar! Take me with you! This is the time of annihilation!]
【Heavenly justice prevails! 】
[The great sage said this: He had offended the singing Wind God, the opera-listening Rock God, and the novel-reading Thunder God. He deserved this calamity.]
[Go with the wind! Tremble! Thunder and drums! New buds bursting through the earth! Finally, get out of here and fill your health bar!]
Caesar slowly walked up to the great sage who was imprisoned by ice, and the sound of his boot heels hitting the ground echoed in the silence.
He slowly raised his hand, and his iron-like palm suddenly grasped the man's throat. His eyes were like knives, and his voice was low and full of oppression:
"Rules? Don't talk about rules in front of me!"
"It's nothing more than a power grab. Speaking of rules—have I forgotten that the ordinances of the House of Cardinals clearly stipulate that the Flora Festival must be held every year?"
"But when did I ever write that doing something that should be done is necessary to hold a lengthy meeting and a vote? Absurd!"
"Are the provisions that benefit you ironclad laws, while those you are unwilling to enforce considered irrelevant? This double standard is played to perfection."
"Tell me, have you ever actually held a Flower Goddess Birthday Festival in all these years?"
"Isn't it me who personally manages everything every year, running around and handling the whole thing?"
As soon as the words fell, Caesar's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said word by word: "Hazard, I remember I warned you - if you want to play the game of power, you can."
"I will stay with you until the end."
"But don't let me wake you up with my own hands when I'm having the most fun."
After saying that, Caesar punched the great sage in the face again, then turned and left.