Super Righteous Player
Chapter 445 - 442 Page 3 Book of the Celestial Chariot_1

Chapter 445: Chapter 442 Page 3 Book of the Celestial Chariot_1

Henry VIII’s funeral was unexpectedly boisterous.

Although it was their king who had died.

As a "child of the cup," he was always just a tool for continuing the royal bloodline.

People respected him, obeyed him, and feared him... but they did not love him, let alone worship him.

This is also why Crown Princess Elizabeth didn’t encounter much resistance when she became regent "as Henry VIII lay on his deathbed." Elizabeth understood the human heart much better than Henry VIII did.

The future king and the dead king—

Even a fool knew how to choose.

Of course, that’s what was said.

But whether Henry VIII had designated an heir and who exactly that designated heir was, remained an unknown to this day. After all, his will was only to be handed over to the Silver Baron, who had no obligation to make it public.

In other words, unless the king had publicly chosen a new king while he was still alive... his "will" had no real significance. Because what it represented was not the wishes of the former king, but the wishes of the Silver Baron.

If the Silver Baron was very dissatisfied with the first in line to the throne, or completely disappointed in them, He certainly had the power to appoint a new king.

After all, it was ultimately the Silver Baron who would protect the country.

And the Silver Church of the Silver Baron had already infiltrated every aspect of the Noahs’ lives. The price for not managing the kingdom’s policies was that the Silver Church would directly intervene in the royal succession.

Under normal ceremonial protocol, it wasn’t until May 1st, the festival belonging to the Silver Baron, that the new king would be officially enthroned. And now it was still early spring—the next two months were the last chance for the heirs.

If by May 1st no significant changes had occurred,

then it would be Crown Princess Elizabeth, as the first in line, completing the succession to the throne. But if before that, any major changes occurred in the Noah Kingdom which she was supervising, or there were significant issues on her side... then it was not certain whether the Silver Baron would ultimately allow her to succeed to the throne.

Indeed, this was also why Prince Albert was ostracized and suppressed by his brothers and sisters for having too good a relationship with the Silver Church.

While everyone was preparing to get the ultimate support—or neutrality—of the Silver Church, you went and made friends with the referee.

Then at this time, you claim that you have no desire to inherit the throne, that you are not interested in the kingship.

—Would anyone believe that?

Now, at the king’s funeral, ministers and nobles formed cliques, grouping by interest and kinship, sitting in different areas. And many people were gathered around the three heirs as well.

They did not talk and laugh loudly but whispered in hushed tones, discussing very quietly. But as the crowd grew, a buzzing of murmurs could be heard.

However, the moment Annan and the others entered, the entire hall instantly quieted down.

Because walking in with Annan and Salvatore was the Silver Baron himself.

People stood up sparsely, then bowed and placed their hands on their chests respectfully to the Silver Baron.

—"Salute to the silver coin."

The nobles, the royal heirs, and the bishops and the Pope saluted the Silver Baron in unison.

"In the name of the silver coin, I bless you."

The Silver Baron smiled, his hands resting on the shoulders of Salvatore and Annan, as he raised his head and spoke in a loud, clear voice.

People ended their salutes one after another, raising their heads and curiously sizing up the two people especially intimate with the Silver Baron.

Annan and Salvatore—

The nobles eligible to attend the king’s funeral mostly had their own sources of intelligence.

At least eighty percent of them recognized Annan and Salvatore... it was only the remaining twenty percent who did not recognize Annan.

Yet they were unclear why the Silver Baron would make an entrance with them?

What exactly did this signify?

"Go, Annan."

It was then that the Silver Baron patted Annan’s shoulder.

Annan nodded and, under the puzzled and almost apprehensive gazes of the audience, calmly made his way towards Henry VIII’s coffin.

The sky over the Royal Capital quickly darkened.

Clouds gathered, a cool breeze blew—

As Annan approached the coffin, a sudden rain began to fall on the funeral site.

Given that it was a funeral, the guests’ attendants were certainly equipped with black umbrellas. This was also a matter of etiquette... sometimes, rain was even directly prayed for, to maintain a solemn atmosphere.

The attendants quickly raised umbrellas over the seated nobles.

Luckily, they were quick.

By the time Annan reached the side of the coffin, the cold drizzle turned into a downpour accompanied by thunder in the blink of an eye.

Just by sensing the smell of this downpour, people couldn’t help but keep quiet, feeling a strange, extremely complex sense of suppression in their hearts.

It was as if he was clenching his fist and bowing his head, enduring something...

And it was like looking up at the starry sky, waiting for something.

Mr. Kai, who had been guarding the coffin, also nodded to Annan and stepped aside.

Mr. Kai’s long black hair fell to his waist. He draped in a white robe and wore a pure white mask, on which the blood-red smiling face had turned into a clown-like crying face.

"Do you need my help to open it?"

Mr. Kai bent slightly and asked Annan in a gentle and magnetic voice.

As he moved, an invisible barrier formed above the coffin between the two of them.

Annan nodded and respectfully said, "Please, Mr. Kai."

"No problem."

Mr. Kai replied succinctly.

He reached out and touched the coffin.

The coffin then rose silently, like a maglev sliding door, revealing Henry VIII’s unnaturally young face.

Though he was dead, he surprisingly had little to no stench of decay, and his features were full and had not collapsed. His complexion looked good, except his face was exceedingly pale, almost as if he was asleep and very peaceful.

Amidst the nobility’s suddenly intensified dubious murmurings, Annan stretched out his right index finger and lightly touched Henry VIII’s forehead.

The moment he touched Henry VIII’s corpse.

A screen of light flashed before Annan’s eyes:

[——Fragments of Truth discovered]

[Condition one: No conflicting Pages of Truth currently held]

[Condition two: Possession of Rare Elite (purple) or higher template]

[Revelation of Truth——]

The next moment.

An extremely strong white light, centered at the point of contact between Annan and Henry VIII, suddenly spread outwards and then sprang upwards!

It was an incredibly sacred radiance.

Simply observing the light brought a sense of tranquility to the mind.

The light rendered the faces of the guests pale, but everyone present did not find the light blinding. They watched it unconsciously... like puppets deprived of their senses.

Aside from the Silver Baron, the only ones who retained consciousness in the room were Salvatore, Mr. Kai, and... Prince Philip.

More than half a minute passed before the light finally dissipated.

A white page with the touch of both paper and jade suspended in mid-air.

Dark golden text rippled across it like waves.

A screen of light emerged from it:

[Book of the Celestial Chariot, page three]

[Type: Fragments of Truth (1/6) (unlocked)]

[Remnant fragment holders: 3]

[Revealed: 3]

[Description: Newly born Fragments of Truth, gather all the pieces to grasp a new authority]

Annan silently touched it.

Like a bubble illusion, it shattered instantly, merging directly into Annan’s body.

After a brief delay, several new lines of text appeared before Annan:

[Book of the Celestial Chariot (3/6): Summon or dismiss a specified number of players from another world (80/300)]

[Current effects (3/6): Players may resurrect; Common Experience Pool (2%); Transport Keystone]

[Common Experience Pool: Can store 2% (up from ’1%’) of experience gained from any source (up from ’from dungeons’) by players of lower level than oneself into the Common Experience Pool. The stored experience in the Common Experience Pool can be distributed to any friendly unit (not limited to players)]

[Transport Keystone: Can establish a Transport Keystone in towns of "medium" size or larger, players can transport between different Transportation Keystones at will, or return to the last registered Transport Keystone after a simple ceremony. Current transportation cannot cross barriers]

"Let me introduce to everyone," the Silver Baron’s resonant voice rose behind Annan, "this is Annan Winter. The soon-to-be Duke of Winter, a descendant cherished by our grandmother, the holder of the newly born Book of Truth—future deity!

"—Celebrate, everyone! Pay your respects to Lord Annan!"

Towards the deceased king and the future god, the Silver Baron spoke with fervor and elation.

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