Chapter 675
In the early morning, outside the promenade of the Red Blood Castle, the calm-looking Red Blood Castle Steward was very serious and the black hair wizard confirmed the final matters.
"According to the ancient custom of Byrne, you have to walk through the gate under the attention of all the Knights present, and accept the allegiance of all the Knights, especially the thirteen Lord Lords, at the round table."
"Finally, the eldest Knight will offer you a golden cup full of wine-this is also one of Byrne's traditions. Drink all the wine in the cup and then hold it up with one hand. Over your head, accept the cheers of all the Knights..."
When talking about this, Charles frowned slightly: "May I remind you, this link is generally used by counts to express dissatisfaction and test the Duke My little trick."
"No matter how big the cup, no matter how strong the wine, you must drink it all at once...this is the tradition."
"Little means?"
"Yes,'Black Duke' Roland once met once; when he succeeded to the throne, the Bocival family of Qiaofeng Mountain specially cast a washbasin-sized golden cup in order to express their dissatisfaction. …To say one more thing, that golden cup is still placed in the palace hall of the Peak."
"..."Loren Torino.
"This year's winemaker should be Angote Count of Rock Fort. Considering the'friendly' relationship between you and him..." Steward shook his head and glanced at him sympathetically. :
"Anyway...you should be prepared."
The black hair wizard couldn't help rolling the eyes.
After finishing speaking, Charles bowed and said goodbye; before leaving, he did not forget to glance at the little wizard sitting aside, and then slowly turned and left.
On the quiet and silent promenade, only Loren and Ai Yin are left.
"So, you're going to be a duke?" The little wizard, who was sitting in a chair with his calves, swayed and whispered, his blue eyes looked at a robe, fully armed. black hair wizard.
"Hmm."
"Are you nervous?"
"Alright."
"Are you afraid?"
"...it's kind of,"
"Regret it?"
"..."
Frowns slightly, hesitating to say something Loren sighed, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Maybe you were right...I shouldn't have promised Brandon to come to Byrne."
"We had a chance to go to Eboden, or Just go back to Lothair directly; either Deep Limburg or Wimpal are fine, maybe I can visit Liya or others in the Morning Star Forest..."
"Nonsense." With a sneer, the little wizard interrupted To him:
"Even if you return to the Academy, you restless guy will do a lot of things in the end!"
black hair wizard spread his hands helplessly .
"There is nothing to regret, Loren; this is your path, you should keep going." Slowly getting up, Ai Yin raised his hands and gently pressed his shoulders:
"If Dean Peter knew all this, he would be proud of you; Isaac would probably be so jealous and crazy, right? Liya, Ruben, Freswalker Master, Corona Master, Ai Lil...they will be happy for you."
"No matter how far you go, you will...forever will not be alone."
Looking at the stunned black The hair wizard, the little wizard with a sly face, raised the corners of his mouth and took the opportunity to patted his cheek: "Don't let Charlotte down...she really sacrificed too much for you."
"Go. "
The black hair wizard raised his eyes and walked towards the end of the corridor.
Never look back.
In the midsummer's scorching sun, all the Knights who came to watch the ceremony were already standing outside the palace hall, and the road from the steps to the exit was full of crowds.
Only one passage was left for two or three people to pass through at the same time, extending all the way to the palace gate.
Took a deep breath, Loren Torino, with a solemn expression, opened his cloak and stepped on the road to the palace hall.
The sonorous and forceful stride, the clear echo is beaten on the bluestone slab.
Countless gazes greeted him from both sides, constantly converging on his silhouette; from head to toe, every detail, every pore and movement, are being looked at by these eyes.
The fine and fragmented whispers filled the crowd, like a wild beast lurking in the jungle, exposed under the keen insight of the black hair wizard.
"...He is Loren Torino, the grandson of Sir Leonardo, who was elected as Duke of Byrne by the Round Table Council..."
"...I was there that night, right there cathedral, I saw him bring down six heretics in the blink of an eye, and rushed into the altar with a long spear alone..."
"...What's weird about that, he is Byrne Knight, Byrne Knight, who came back from the north of Duanjie Mountain, is this not enough..."
black hair wizard look steadily forward, keep going forward; step on the stairs with a vigorous pace , Each step seems to be beating on the steps under the feet.
"...I heard that he is a wizard, or a sorcerer who is very famous in Eboden and Imperial Capital..."
"...More than just famous, he is the Vault of Heaven The wizard advisor of the Imperial Family, or the president of the Scarlet Blood Castle Wizard Association..."
"...The Holy Cross is here, shall we choose a wizard to become the Duke of Byrne..."
>"...So what, we didn’t choose the Knight King who doesn’t believe in God, even more how there is the precedent of the Black Duke, why can’t we..."
The expressionless Loren continued to move forward; he passed through the turbulent crowd outside the door to the palace gate.
The Euromonitor Captain who saw him approaching immediately bowed and saluted, and together with the Knights in the Scarlet Castle behind him, he respectfully made way for the black hair wizard.
In the Knight guarding the gate, Loren also found the silhouettes of Lucien and McAfee.
Nodding at them a little, Loren stepped into the palace hall.
As soon as the silhouette of the black hair wizard appeared, the whole hall was shocked!
The depressive atmosphere is like substance, making the hall an absolute silence.
The dark gaze swept across the faces that looked towards him with different expressions, and Loren remained silent.
This is not what I asked for, not even what I wanted, let alone what I chose.
But since fate has to stand on its opposite side, accept its challenge calmly.
Who made me a "fetter of fate".
Right?
In a dead silence, Loren Torino stepped forward, passing by the nobles, Knights, and counts one by one.
The heavy footsteps became the only sound he and everyone else could hear.
The expressionless Loren stood under the heraldic banner of the Golden Lion on the black background and turned slowly.
Welcome all the eyes looking at him.
Under the coat of arms, the Knights in the hall lowered their heads one after another; the thirteen counts sitting at the round table stood up one after another and turned their eyes to him solemnly.
"In the name of the Holy Cross... I would like to declare on my behalf in the name of the most pious servant..."
A young priest walked up tremblingly, holding the holy The right hand of the cross scripture is still trembling, seeming to be shocked by the atmosphere in front of him.
Because of the destruction of the Byrne Cathedral, Bishop himself and hundreds of church clergymen of the Scarlet Blood Fort were unfortunately overwhelmed by summon that night; for a time, the Scarlet Blood Fort even had a decent one that could serve as a witness to the Holy Cross. The priest can't be found.
And the counts who have endured the hardships of a long journey obviously did not expect this situation... Finally, helpless Charles, he could only pick the most out of the survivors of the cathedral. The elder trainee priest puts the oath and the scriptures into his arms to replace the position that originally belonged to the bishop.
Under threat, this powerless trainee priest can only cry and agree...In a sense, this is fine, because if Bishop himself is still alive, there is no Sky Vault and Archbishop. The order he was absolutely afraid to agree to.
"...The Torino family of the Scarlet Castle, the descendants of the ancient Old Knight King, and Loren Torino blessed by the Holy Cross and Brunhild, are you willing to swear by your soul and dignity, Defend the glory of Byrne?"
Press the scripture in the palm of the priest with his left hand, and the solemn Loren put his right hand against his chest:
"I do."
"Are you willing to protect your subjects and your followers from disaster, oppression, bullying and encroachment?"
"I do."
"Will you Become a role model for Byrne Knight, defending the ancient traditions and Knight's creed?"
"I do." Loren said categorically.
Priest of trembling with fear turned around, his expression ten thousand times more tense than Loren: "The Duke has already sworn the oath, Knights of Byrne..."
"Please offer yours Loyal!"