Chapter 676
As the voice of priest trembling with fear fell, the atmosphere was once again suppressed.
The silence of the thirteen Knight lords standing in front of the round table made the Knights in the hall begin to feel a little nervous; the sudden silence made the originally sacred ceremony a little weird.
Charlotte, who was standing at the forefront of the round table, suddenly tightened her hands and breathed a little shortly.
Even if these counts were forced by the immediate pressure and their own persecution, they had to choose to agree at the time; but one night... they had time to rethink.
Even now, they still have the opportunity to repent... But the result is the civil war by Byrne and the intervention of the Sky Palace. The final result may be that the Torino family can no longer regain the glory of the past.
There is also the villain who hides behind the twelve counts and uses everyone’s fears and worries to defeat this last hope. He still hasn’t been able to find him...
Loren, who was forced to stand on the cusp of the storm, was under pressure at this moment?
The female count raised her eyes hesitatingly, but was shocked to find that the black hair wizard's expression was very leisurely, as if the tension in front of her had nothing to do with him.
Yes, everything is over.
At the moment, Loren may be the only one in the hall who knows what the "behind the scenes" is doing now; if he hadn't made an agreement in advance, he wouldn't stand here rashly.
As for these counts...They are just unwilling to be the first to stand up and swear allegiance to an outsider who doesn't even know them.
But Loren doesn’t worry, it’s them, not themselves, who will lose face if they continue to consume it like this. It is the joint decision of the Round Table Council to elect themselves as the Duke of Byrne. There are hundreds of prayers outside the gate. Well, the Knights also know it.
They have no choice at all.
Finally...with a pair of surprised eyes, with a smile on the corners of his mouth, the gentle Ayton Glenwell was the first to walk out, and Charlotte, who moved towards face surprised, nodded lightly.
Then, he fell on one-knee kneels in front of Loren Torino, raised his head and stared at the dark eyes:
"Glenway of Fort Storm The family is loyal to you, Lord Loren Torino!"
In the next second, the Byrne Knights who held their breath saw the lords from the south stepping out of their seats one by one. One-knee kneels fell in front of the hair wizard.
"The Lanmalos family of Lake City is loyal to you, Duke Loren Torino!"
"The Gareth family of Rainbow Bridge is loyal to you, Duke Loren Torino! "
"The Gallihes family of the Petronas Twin Towers is loyal to you, Duke Loren Torino!"
The shouts that trembled the entire hall were like overwhelming camels. The last straw; the counts in front of the round table no longer hesitate and entangled, one after another.
"Bossval of Qiaowangfeng..."
"Salard of Qigunbao..."
"Rigrel of Baima Peak ......"
"Elandil of the Broken Sword Tower..."
"Bouss of the Loyal Soul Keep..."
...the solemn atmosphere Down, the Lords of Knight knelt down one by one, and in the end, the Angote count of the Rock Castle, and the Eckert count of the Fury Castle, finally chose to swear an oath to the black hair wizard they had just met. Allegiance.
"The Torino family of the Scarlet Blood Castle is loyal to you, Lord Loren Torino!" Charlotte stands tall under one-knee kneels like Knight, with no smile on his beautiful face meaning.
She was probably snickering in her heart... She secretly sighed, Loren guessed.
Seeing the ceremony proceeding smoothly, the trainee priest of trembling with fear couldn’t help but squeeze a cold sweat;
“So, under the testimony of the Holy Cross, in the tenth of Byrne Under the joint recommendation of the three Knights, Loren Torino, who was crowned the Scarlet Castle, is the Duke of Byrne!"
"May the bloodline of the Torino family be prosperous, and may the heroes of the Knights of all generations bless this piece forever People on the land, may the brilliance of the Holy Cross shine on this land of Knight and wine forever -!"
After reading the oath, the trainee priest bowed deeply to Loren respectfully, finally relieved, and quickly retired. To the side.
At the same time, as the priest withdrew, Angot Count, who had been kneeling on the ground, slowly got up, and his cold and sharp eyes shot straight at the black hair wizard under the heraldic banner.
Looking at his expression, Loren couldn't help but sighed in his heart again.
It's time to come, or it will come...
I saw the old man taking a full glass of wine from Knight on the side and walking up to Loren without a word. Coldly snorted raised his eyebrows.
"Don't be nervous, kid." Angert counted coldly snorted and brought the glass to Loren's eyes: "Don't worry, since I have agreed, I will never regret it."
"Angert of the Rock Castle is not the prudent Bosval, he also made a gold basin to toss people!"
Looking at the wine glass in front of him, Loren barely smiled .
Well, at least it looks like a pretty "normal" wine glass.
"I'm a happy person, I don't like those imaginary ones." The old man squeezed the wine glass into Loren's hand: "Drink it, our grievances will be wiped out."
"When you get to the battlefield, someone from the Anget family will be born and die for you!"
Looking at the old man's informal, loyal and elder-like expression; Loren no longer hesitated, and picked up the wine glass. Drink it all.
Then he regretted it...
It was not wine at all, it was lava and sulfuric acid... As soon as half a cup of wine entered the throat, the black hair wizard's expression began to twist, a line of fire Dripping directly into the body along the throat, the blood is out of control like it is boiling, it is about to burn!
The red-faced Loren lowered his head and saw that the face of a certain "loyal elder" just now also showed a very treacherous smile.
"How is it, kid?" Angert looked at him, and the corners of his smile were almost reaching the back molars: "This is the specialty of our rock fort-sand, sour grapes. A good thing made with the blood of a giant monster."
"It’s sour and bitter like sand, it’s ugly to death! But there is one thing...this wine is better than the red blood of your Torino family. Even more intense!"
Looking at the triumphant old man, Loren, whose entire face was twisted into a ball, couldn't even smile. His forehead was sweating constantly, and he lifted it up with the last bit of strength. Wine glass in hand.
In the next second, Angert Count immediately turned around, with a solemn expression:
"Long live Lord Loren, Long live Byrne, God bless Torino——!"
The thunder-like roar rang out, and hundreds of shouts erupted from the entire hall:
"Long live Lord Loren, long live Byrne, God bless Torino————!!!"
The deafening noise one after another, mountain cry out and sea howl, stretches out from the hall, and "rolls" from the door back to the hall like a wave.
At this moment, Loren Torino, standing under the heraldic banner, has no expression on his face, looking at the extremely excited faces, the entire world is completely isolated from himself in the shouts. Everything has become so illusory, unreal, but within reach.
It's like a dream, like a smoke like a mirror.
Until an abrupt note sounded, awakening him from his dream.
The shouting stopped abruptly, and the strange horn sound came from the door; the Knights in the hall were stunned in their place, subconsciously turning their eyes to the door.
"What's that sound?" Count Lanmalos of Lake Heart City looked back and looked at each other in blank dismay with a few equally confused counts: "Which family lord hasn't been there. Is it?"
The same confused Eckert count frowned and suddenly stared wide-eyed: "Wait! This sound shouldn't be..."
" It's really... a very grand scene."
A crisp but full of majesty, and a bit of immature speech sounded from the door:
"The last time a similar scene was At that time, my father...in the legendary story of the Black Duke that he never gets tired of telling..."
The skinny boy is like no man’s land under the protection of two guards, Knight. Stepped into the hall of the Scarlet Blood Castle Palace.
In the hall of hundreds of Knights, no one spoke; everyone's eyes were fixed on the silhouette of the young man.
Wearing a cloak of pitch black, the long sword hangs on the waist, standing in front of the round table with a majestic expression, and staring at the black hair wizard who is several heads taller than him:
p>"It seems that I did not come at the right time...Is it?"
"On the contrary, you came at the right time." Dark eyes and moon-like silver pupils stared at each other. , Loren raised the corner of his mouth slightly:
"Welcome to visit the Lord... Lord Allerman, Grand Duke Yuli Wiertz!"