Chapter 668
An uproar--!
Almost all the Knights in the hall were angry, and even the few people closest to the black hair wizard had pulled out their swords, and their eyes had been pierced with blood.
"Clang——!"
Before the furious Byrne Knights drew their swords to the black hair wizard, Eckert Count, who stood up suddenly, slammed his sword with a sword. On the round table, he glanced across the entire hall with a cold look:
"Quiet, what does it look like?!" The lord of Fury Castle stood with his sword, his eyes exposed cold glow, and his thunderous voice The Knights who directly reminded themselves of the first row sat back in their seats:
"Are you still the Knights of Byrne?!"
Thunder blasted!
The noisy hall is instantly calm and tranquil, leaving only a few restless whispers.
Seeing that the situation was calmed down, Eckert count lowered his head and turned slightly nodded at Charlotte on the side; the slightly relaxed female count immediately cast a grateful look at the opponent.
Among the thirteen lords, the rank is second only to Angert count, and he is the dean of the only one Knight Academy by Byrne. Tris Eckert has unparalleled prestige among the young Knights. .
Knight who can step into this hall, no less than one third is his nominal dísciple apprentice... This alone is enough to make him awed by everyone.
"You may not agree with what your Excellency Loren Torino just said...because I am the same." Actt count said solemnly: "But there is one sentence, he is right."
"Those who are threatened by conditions...cannot be called loyalty!"
"Since we are all going to recommend the Torino family to reign supreme by grace, there should be no additional conditions; We used to be Torino’s vassals, and we will continue to be—whether it’s a battle... or peace, it’s up to the Duke to decide."
"And I, Tris Eckert, also believes that no matter what the result is Which one; the black-bottomed Golden Lion will swear to defend Byrne's dignity, the descendants of King Knight... There is no flattering and fawning, the villain who loses power and insults the country!"
The strong voice echoed in the hall for a long time. Ceaselessly.
"In my own name, I may not be able to promise too much to everyone...but only this, I can guarantee."
Charlotte, who is also excited, from his seat Shang stood up and looked nervously from the lords in front of the round table to the Knights in the entire hall:
"In order to prevent peace from the loss of life of Byrne for three generations, I, Charlotte Torino will do everything he can to avoid civil war; but if the empire really insists on going its own way, it wants to fight... the Torino family will not be afraid!"
The hall fell silent.
The Lords of Knight looked at each other in blank dismay, looking towards each other without stopping, the counts in the west also withdrew their swords, and the lords of the south, who had been at a loss, were more like relaxed.
The Eckert count of the facial expression grave turned his eyes slowly, and his deep voice sounded again:
"Master Guy Angelt, may I ask...Your loyalty comes at a price Is it?"
The voice fell, and all eyes turned to the confronting two again.
Feeling a pair of eyes behind him, the old man with the sword in his right hand burst out from his teeth: "Yes, kid; kind enough, and beautiful enough."
"You deserve to be Torino's grandchildren!"
"Mutual each other, you are also very difficult to deal with." Without paying attention to the surrounding eyes, Loren tilted his neck and stretched out right The hand gestures at the distance between the sword edge and the neck:
"I am so much better than you."
"Boom——!"
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angrily snorted, the old man turned abruptly, like a rock under one-knee kneels, and lowered his gray head vigorously: "The Angrily snorted family of the rock fort will follow the golden lion on the black background. There is absolutely no difference!"
Shocked, surprised, unbelievable... these words may not be enough to describe the mood of Count and the Knights at this moment.
Only Ayton Glenwell, who had a shocked face, let out a long sigh, his expression still gentle.
Only he saw the end of this wonderful and absurd farce.
He saw how Angot Count, who was suddenly in trouble, aimed his spearhead at Loren and the Sky Palace represented by his empire’s status as Viscount, which intensified the already sharp contradictions;
Seeing how Loren disrupted the rhythm of the Angote count, unfathomable mystery led the topic from resistance to the empire to loyalty, or the "loyalty" of the Lords of Byrne to the Torino family;
p>The round table council that originally elected the new duke suddenly made the Torino family elected as it should be by rights;
At this step, let’s not mention the election, twelve. Lord Knight no longer dared to have any ideas, otherwise everyone would be punishable; most importantly, no one even dared to use his vote to win any terms from the Torino family.
Because of loyalty, you can't use conditions to threaten it... With an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, Aiton couldn't help shaking his head.
Loren Torino …Is he an impromptu performance on a whim, or is he deliberately premeditated?
Either way, he is very dangerous, very dangerous.
Turning back, Stormcaster counted calmly looked towards the black hair wizard who had just "won a big victory", but was surprised to find that he was also looking towards himself with a smile.
Without hesitation, Glenwell patriarch immediately showed a friendly smile, not forgetting to show his respect slightly nodded.
"The flag gun fort will fight for Torino, there is no difference!" Salard count suddenly got up, pushed away the chair one-knee kneels, and Elendil count follow closely from behind , Also drew out his saber:
"Broken Sword Tower will fight for Torino, God bless Torino——!"
As counts in the west expressed their opinions, they originally returned The Knight Lords who were watching finally stopped hesitating; before the round table, there was a hustle and bustle:
"The twin towers will fight for Torino, God bless Torino——!"
"Rainbow The bridge will swear to follow, God bless Torino——!"
"Lake Heart City is willing to serve the Scarlet Blood Castle, God bless Torino——!"
…………Lords continue one by one One, Charlotte quietly looked at the counts who were kneeling to her, blinking her eyes as if she could no longer contain the excitement in her heart.
Until she turned her gaze to the last person.
Slightly smiled, right hand, Ayton Glenwell, who caress his chest, fell to his knees, raised his head and stared at the female count, with sincere eyes: "The wines and swords of Fort Storm are black At the end Golden Lion, God bless Torino——!"
"God bless Torino——! God bless Torino——! God bless Torino——! God bless Torino——!"
It was like a wave in the hall for a long time; Charlotte, who was sitting on the seat, flushed cheeks, and had to do her best to keep her body from trembling.
She didn't even dare to stand up immediately, for fear that her feet would lose her majesty; the wave of the Knights' shouts made the entire hall tremble, as if the mural above her head had come to life again.
I...I did it. What I lost in Roland's hands was finally taken back in my hands, father...
"Bang——!"
At this moment, the door of the palace hall was suddenly knocked open; the red blood fort steward hurriedly broke into the hall, and his nervous expression made his cheeks have several points of distortion.
As he broke into the silhouette, the atmosphere that was still eager just now suddenly became much colder.
Acte Count, who took the initiative to step forward, took the envelope from Charles of Complexion Pale; his pupils contracted at a glance, and he walked directly to Charlotte to say solemnly: " We must discuss this as soon as possible!"
"What the hell..."
Charlotte, with a dazed expression, took the envelope and suddenly stood up from his seat in the next second. Get up, stared wide-eyed nervously, count nodded towards Eckert.
The remaining counts looked at each other in blank dismay, either nervous or confused, whispering to each other to guess what happened, and passing the letter from the table one after another.
Ayton Grenwell lifts the head and glanced in surprise at his younger brother who was so nervous that his eyes were trembling.
"In the name of Byrne, except the members of the Round Table Council, everyone left the hall immediately--!" Eckert count shouted in a deep voice: "It's a big deal, Knight of Scarlet Blood Castle. Please close the gate of the palace. No one can enter or leave without authorization!"
"Also, please leave temporarily. It is better not to interfere in the next thing." With that, Act Count has already turned his attention to After the black hair wizard, there was no emotion in his eyes:
"This is the affairs of the Round Table Council."
"I understand." Loren shrugged, his lips hanging very much." The smile of "understanding", without the slightest hesitation, turned and left.
The moment Charles came in, he had already seen it...it was a letter of help.
Sent from Boy Duchy.