Bab 237: Su Luxi (36)

A joke of a coronation ensued, taking place before a crowd separated to the scene by a transparent ice wall. When it ended, only the crown prince, no, new Emperor had a smile put on. The proud arc formed by Rome's lips irritated the Pope and the former Emperor.

Jiang Li briefly looked down. The fight was still ongoing. Not many civilians were killed since he made sure his family knights prioritized evacuating them. Still, the number of people present below had been halved, and more were leaving the premise. Faced with such, it was unknown how the male lead could still look proud.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty," In any case, he greeted him without even a slight smile.

That time, Rome was in a good mood so the white-haired man sitting in a wheelchair before him appeared more pleasant to the eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Prophet," he replied.

He didn't know behind him, his father had been dying to crack his skull open to see if a brain was inside it.