Chapter 673
Amidst an uproar of exclamation and restlessness, the first day of the Round Table Council finally came to an end; only a few hundred unbelievable Knights outside the gate were left confused and still Can't believe what they heard.
According to some "old saying", the coronation ceremony of the new duke must begin at dawn and end at noon, and at the same time announce the start of the banquet and entertain all the guests present.
So in a certain "deserter" it sounds like those Knights are talking-hurry up and finish this troublesome thing, and then let us drink until we die and sleep again, can we still I missed tomorrow's affairs.
The crowd gathered on the stairs began to disperse, and the twelve Knight Lords with complex expressions also left one by one. Almost everyone's eyes stayed on the black hair wizard for a long time.
Either serious, or respectful, or angry, sighing, hateful, disdainful, embarrassed, melancholy... all kinds.
And Loren, who has not yet fully figured out the situation, can only smile awkwardly.
He couldn't help being sighed until the silhouette was sparse on the stairs.
"How do you feel?"
Charlotte was standing on the stairs, looking up at the black hair wizard with an embarrassed face, and smiling more and more triumphantly: "Someone claimed to be ' The guy who is not interested has now become the Duke of Byrne;
Aiya Aiya, suddenly changed from a noble wizard to a muddleheaded layman!"
sighed Shaking his head, the black hair wizard couldn't help but ask one more sentence: "Let me be the Duke, this is your wonderful plan for a complete victory?"
"Yes, I have to thank you for thinking of this plan. You."
"Thank me?" There were too many shocks, and the black hair wizard didn't bother to roll his eyes.
"Do everything you can, by fair means or foul, even betray someone you trust at a critical moment...some guy’s original words, isn’t it?"
Overlapping behind her, Tenderly snorted Charlotte stepped on the soles of her feet and jumped down the stairs; Canruo Xingchen’s eyes had a deep meaning, and looked face to face with the black hair wizard:
" Selling out the person I trust the most at a critical moment...Who is the person I trust the most?"
The expressionless Loren looked at her eyes, his throat twitched, and said nothing.
"Speak...I'm asking you a question."
"Sorry, I thought it was a question and answer..."
"...huh."
It was just a blink of an eye from Loren, and the female count had disappeared from him; when she looked back, her footsteps were already ten steps away from her.
"Loren." With her back to the black hair wizard, Charlotte, standing at the bottom of the stairs, suddenly muttered in a low voice, her voice seemed to have several points of guilt:
" I know that you did not actively want to be the Duke, but I have no choice; I can only choose to believe in you, unconditionally...I believe in you."
The black hair wizard raises his eyebrows, pretending to be leisurely Don't visit her.
"So, don't let me down in you." Charlotte laughed suddenly: "The adults of Byrne treat you as an outsider. There may be a few possibilities that will not let you go. In the eyes, so..."
"Give them something awesome!"
The next second, the panicked female count walked away quickly.
Wait until the female count was far away, and Andrew McAphey, who was always standing by, leaned forward and tentatively asked: "That, Duke..."
"You can call me Loren." The black hair wizard's expression twitched, and it hurts when he thinks of this.
"Then...Master Loren, shall we go back?"
Looking at his guard, the black hair wizard hesitated.
"Wait...no, let's forget it." Loren shook his head: "You go back first. If Jr. Yod is still there, tell him there is no need to wait. I have to meet someone. ."
See someone?
McCafee was a little confused, but he turned around and left-this is also a good habit of his years as a mercenary, so don't ask if you shouldn't ask.
The black hair wizard walked along the promenade, following the route of the last encounter with Ayton Glenwell.
Sure enough...At the end of the corridor, a familiar silhouette was sitting there, silently staring at the oil painting on the wall, motionless.
"Why sit here alone?"
"Loren?" Charles lifts the head in astonishment, barely a smile on his tired face:
"I haven't congratulated you yet, Lord Loren Torino-a person who is not a count but can become the Lord of Byrne, you are the second for hundreds of years."
Compared to daytime At that time, the high-spirited and vigorous Red Blood Fort Steward, now he appears to have several points of decadent.
The black hair wizard did not answer him, but sat silently beside Charles.
Quiet night, quiet promenade, old oil painting... The silent two sat together, tacitly enjoying this moment of peace.
"Are you particularly lost now?"
The black hair wizard suddenly spoke, turning his eyes to his side.
"Lost...why?"
"Because the current situation is not as you expected." Loren opened the mouth and said word by word: "If I were Charles ·Grenville, I will immediately pull out the dagger in my arms and give this damn wizard a chill!"
Charles startled suddenly, and the right hand subconsciously pressed his chest; but In the next second, he saw that dark eyes were watching him, calm as water.
The right hand fell, and Charles sighed with a bitter smile: "When did you find it?"
"I didn't find it." Loren shook his head, right hand I took out the envelope that Jr. Yod gave him and handed it over: "You told me yourself."
"Me, myself?"
"You and your big brother The plan is very clever. The Chamber of Commerce is my blind spot... But unfortunately, there is a person who knows the Chamber of Commerce around me and can dig out clues from a pile of disordered and in a mess bills. "
Charles lowered his head and stared at the envelope in his hand: "I should have thought of...Little Yodd."
"No, this can only let me know that someone is at the round table The council deceived, but you can’t tell me who did it." Loren turned his gaze to her, staring into his eyes: "It's even more impossible to know that you are the mastermind of the plan, even Ayton Glenn Will probably didn't realize that he was being used by the younger brother he looked down upon."
Charles pressed his mouth tightly, his shoulders loose.
"Ayton Glenwell is your 1st Step, you let me'encounter' him on the promenade, and borrowed my hand to completely ruin the plan of the Glenwell family's marriage;"
"You know very well that I, who represent Brandon’s interests, are impossible to watch this happen."
"The attack on the round table council is your Second Step; Headed by Angote count, counts who are passionate and hate the empire will definitely drive me out; if people are not in the lobby, what I want to do is impossible;"
"Finally...although I don’t know how you did it, but the letter It shouldn’t be was delivered just when the meeting was going on; you deducted Boy Duchy’s distress letter as the bottom card, so that the round table council had no choice. , A new duke must be elected immediately."
"Moreover, this duke is absolutely impossible is Charlotte Torino." Loren said solemnly:
"You know her too well, Charlotte takes dignity as everything-she rejected Ayton’s proposal, and she agreed to the second one. Moreover, she knew very well that if she agreed, she would end up with counts due to the fat of Scarlet Blood Castle. Civil war!"
"So, she can only hand over the position of duke; this is your purpose, right?"
The silent Charles looked at him, both There is no acknowledgment or denial.
"This... is also the place that confuses me the most."
The black hair wizard turned his gaze to the painting on the wall, sighed: "I don't understand; you and Ayton The contradiction between Glenwell is not fake. You have been living in Scarlet Blood since you were a child, and your feelings for the Torino family must be higher than for the Glenwell family. You really care about how Charlotte feels."
"So why... I really want to know why you are so desperate to destroy her only one wish in this life? You should know better than everyone that she sacrificed for this ideal How much."
Pushing the corners of his mouth tightly, Charles said nothing.
Loren stared at him intently, waiting for an answer from him.
"...There is no reason."
Charles' voice was trembling, and his throat was twitching:
"I just... just want to protect her ."