Shaman from Afar

The countess's voice was not loud, but it was clear enough for everyone in the hall to hear clearly.

The crisp and melodious voice still echoed in the hall, and Charlotte was already seated; the sword eyebrows were erected, and the expression was gentle but majestic; she broke this moment of silence in a more brief way:

"Adults ... get started!"

The twelve knight lords nodded slightly, their eyes gathered on Charlotte almost simultaneously; tension, doubt, excitement, vigilance, indifference ...

If they have any common characteristics, then they are not very friendly.

The dark-haired wizard sitting under the colonnade looked at the people at the round table coldly, and looked at the countess with no tension on his face. They crossed their fingers and placed them in front of them.

Come on, Charlotte ... let everyone know how good you are.

"Everyone present must have known the reason why the Round Table Council was convened again after many years." Charlotte looked around the whole hall, his sharp eyes began to sweep from the face of the twelve knight lords.

No one spoke.

Quiet and silent, everyone kept quiet as agreed; the dead hall and the hustle and bustle in front of the seated Countess formed a stark contrast.

"Very well, since everyone already knows, then I don't need to say anything." The countess coldly said, holding the armrest of the chair with both hands: "Within three days, the mission of the Sky Dome will arrive at the Red Blood Fort, read out The final command of the empire! "

Three days ... The dark-haired wizard raised his eyebrows, and the corner of his mouth was slightly curved.

"Princess Yuli Wiltz of Ellermans has accepted the empire's invitation as the emperor's special envoy for this 'sophisticated' mission; he will represent the will of the heavenly palace in regard to the Gaspar Wien event and the cathedral A reasonable explanation for the destroyed case; "

"And at the same time ..." Charlotte looked up slowly, his tone more dignified: "He will mediate for Byrne and choose a new Duke Byrne from us!"

Silence, suffocation.

And in the next second, the angry clamor broke out in the hall almost unchecked!

The hall of the Red Blood Castle was filled with the sound of rage and dissatisfaction like a torrent of eruption; almost all the knights jumped directly from their chairs, roaring and clamoring with red ears.

"Choose a new duke for us, what does the Sky Vault think of us ?!"

"They probably thought that all the Principalities are like Ellemans, are they the dogs of the Sky Dome ?!"

"The Bain people can only be solved by the Bain people, and no outsiders can intervene, especially the Empire!"

"But we do need a new Duke, since the black Duke Roland was deposed ..."

"Shut up, how dare you mention the Black Duke ?! Forget who he betrayed him ?!"

"The Vault of Heaven is not trustworthy, De Sao Leone is even less trustworthy, we must choose our own duke!"

... The dark-haired wizard under the colonnade silently watched the knight-faced bickering, as if only a loud voice could show how brave and loyal to Byrne.

In the hustle and bustle, the knights and lords sitting at the round table exchanged their eyes. The expressions of nervousness, uneasiness, or consternation, and pale cheeks, obviously did not expect that the sky dome would react so quickly.

"You--!"

Amidst the hustle and bustle, Charlotte's high-pitched voice was as harsh as a sword; in an instant, the entire palace hall had been restored to silence:

"As the Lord of the Red Blood Castle, the Turin family's loyalty to the empire is unquestionable; since the second generation of the empire, the six family owners of the Turin family have once stained the empire's blood on the broken boundary mountain and the Great Green Sea.

Charlotte gave a slight pause, and said in a majestic voice:

"But we will also not succumb to every command of the Sky Vault-we are the Bayern, the proud and ancient Bayern, our Duke, can only be elected by ourselves!"

"So ... adults, this is the purpose of our gathering here for a few days." Charlotte raised his eyebrows, and his sharp eyes swept again from the knight lords at the round table:

"We must rush out a duke before the arrival of the Empire's special envoy, and then he will negotiate with the Empire on behalf of Byrne."

"War ... or peace! No matter who the Round Table Council recommends, the Turin family will vow to follow!"

As the words fell, the countess with a slightly calm expression returned to her seat, turning her eyes to the left and right.

The atmosphere in the hall began to become tense, and the expression of the dark-haired wizard re-emphasized, staring intently at the round table.

The knight lords who looked at each other did not seem to have recovered from the news just now. They were looking at each other, waiting for the first person to speak next.

"Really, it's time."

Teres Eckert, Earl of the Fury Castle, opened his eyes suddenly, his voice steady and full of power: "It's time for the empire to recognize the power of the Bain again!"

"The Cavalier Academy in the Fury Castle was created by the Knight King." Earl Eckert slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the countess with clear eyes: "Unfortunately, Earl Charlotte, we are different from you."

Charlotte clenched her lower lip, obviously she wasn't really as calm as she showed.

"If the Roundtable Council entrusted the non-humans, the Fortress of Fury would no longer respond to the call of the Council-apart from the children of the Knight King, we will no longer be loyal to the second person!"

The sonorous voice interrupted this moment of silence, and the extremely nervous Charlotte mouth couldn't help but lifted up slightly, slightly relieved while looking into the eyes of Earl Eckert, a little more grateful.

"Fine speaking, this is what I want to say!" Earl Garnes Boss, whose face was torn by a scar, shouted loudly, patting the round table rudely under the watch of everyone:

"In addition to the children of the Knight King, who is eligible to let the Bowers of the Soul Fortress guard the gate for them ?!"

"For the Soul of Fortune, the Turin family will never forget it." Charlotte, who raised his head, nodded slightly to him: "It is precisely because of you that the knights of Byrne can go out and rest with enemies abroad. Fight in blood! "

"Speaking of foreign enemies, no one should be more familiar than we look forward to the peak." The speaker was the Earl of Bolino Bossival, who was sitting on the seat with a golden sword, a triumphant posture:

"Since the first generation of the King of Knights, every time we go to the Great Green Sea, our Bossival family is a well-deserved pioneer; the Black Duke Roland has gone out for six times. My three grandfathers died on the Boundary Mountain. Four The knight surnamed Bosívar buried the green sea; my grandfather himself was led by the Duke of Roland and rescued from the Centaur hybrid! "

"The Glory Tower is the same!"

Earl Ed Gerante, dressed in a blue cloak, stood directly and nodded toward the countess: "Since the time of the Knights, we have been vassals of the Turin family. Only this has never changed."

"Of course, if some ulterior motives intend to use this opportunity to usurp a position that does not belong to them ..." As he said, Earl Gerant turned his eyes directly to him; coldly glanced at the man in the red cloak Earl Regrel:

"No Red Blood Fort is needed, the Glory Tower will take the initiative to send you troops to rebel!"

"The same is true of White Horse Peak!" Count Ambon Rigrel also got up and opened his cloak without any concession and looked at Count Gerant:

"If there is Xiao Xiao ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ the knight of Baimafeng is also willing to rebel for you!"

The two staring at each other snorted coldly, and turned their heads back to their seats.

The dark-haired wizard under the colonnade smiled proudly.

Earl Eckert, Lord of the Fury Castle, is the uncle of Captain Ullen, and is naturally the first to be drawn;

The Bosivar family of the Wangwang Peak has always been affected by the Jode Chamber of Commerce. The suddenly lost old Yode wants to keep his position, and naturally will not be stingy to sell his personal feelings to himself;

As for the Citadel of Soul, the White Horse Peak, and the three counts of the Glory Tower are all northern factions, they already have a natural affection for the Turin family; plus the United Chamber of Commerce ... it is natural;

It wasn't until this moment that Loren finally breathed a sigh of relief and finally relieved him from the depressed atmosphere.

Of the twelve, five have already expressed their position.

This round, won!