Shaman from Afar

Uproar-!

The knights in the hall were almost all angry, and even the few closest to the dark-haired wizard had pulled out their swords, and blood had pierced their eyes.

"clang--!"

Before waiting for the angry knights of the Bain to draw their swords at the dark-haired wizard, Earl Eckert suddenly got up and smashed his sword on the round table with a cold glance at the hall:

"Quiet, what does it look like?" The Lord of the Fury stood with his sword raised, his eyes cold, and his thick, thunderous voice directly led the first row of knights who remembered to sit back:

"Are you still a knight of Byrne?"

Thunder blew!

The noisy hall was calm and quiet, leaving only a little restless whisper.

Seeing the situation settled, Earl Eckert lowered his head and nodded slightly towards Charlotte; the countess, slightly relieved, immediately cast a grateful glance at the other party.

Among the thirteen lords, second only to Earl Angut, and the dean of the only knight academy in Byrne, Tris Eckert has an unrivaled reputation among young knights.

Not less than one-third of the knights who can step into this hall are his nominal disciple apprentices ... This alone is enough to make him awe-inspiring.

"Maybe you do not agree with what the Lord Loren Turin just said ... because I am also the same." Earl Ector said in a deep voice: "But there is one sentence, he was right."

"Conditions threaten ... can't be called loyal!"

"Since we are all about to elect the Turin family to regain control of Byrne, there should be no strings attached; we were vassals of Turin in the past, and we will continue to be-whether in war ... or peace, the Duke decision."

"And I Tris Eckert also believes that no matter what the result is; the black lion gold lion will vow to defend the dignity of Byrne, the children of the cavalier king ... without flattery, humiliating the villain!"

The thick voice echoed in the hall for a long time, and there was no sound.

"In my own name, I may not be able to promise too much to everyone ... but only with this, I can guarantee it."

Charlotte, who was equally excited, stood up from his seat, and looked nervously from the lords at the round table to the entire knights in the hall:

"In order not to let the Bayern creatures who have been peaceful for three generations, I, Charlotte Turin will do everything possible to avoid civil war; but if the empire really wants to go it alone, to fight ... the Turin family is not afraid!"

The hall was quiet.

The knight lords looked at each other, and kept looking at each other, the counts in the west withdrew their swords, and the lords in the south, who had been helpless, were more relieved.

Earl Eckert looked slowly, his thick voice sounded again:

"Master Guy Anglet, may I ask ... does your loyalty have a price?"

The words fell, and all eyes turned to the confronting two again.

Feeling a pair of eyes behind, the old man with a sword in his right hand broke out from the cracks of his teeth: "Yes, boy; enough kind, and beautiful enough."

"It's a child of Turin!"

"You are very powerful with each other." Irrespective of the surrounding eyes, Loren leaned his side neck and extended his right hand to mark the small distance between the blade and the neck:

"I'm just a little bit better than you."

"Boom--!"

With an angry anger, the old man turned suddenly and knelt down on one knee like Shan Yan. He clanged his gray head powerfully: "The Angut family of Shan Yan Bao will vow to follow the black lion golden lion without a word! "

Surprised, surprised, unbelievable ... these words may not be enough to describe the mood of the count and the knights at this moment.

Only Aton Grenwell, who was shocked at first, gave a long sigh, his expression was still gentle.

This wonderful and absurd farce is the only one he saw from the beginning.

He saw how Count Angut, who was suddenly in trouble, aimed his spear at Loren, and the sky vault represented by his empire's identity, which intensified the already sharp contradiction;

Seeing how Loren disrupted the tempo of Count Angut, he inexplicably led the topic from the resistance to the empire to loyalty, or the "loyalty" of the Lords of Bain to the Turin family;

The round table council that originally elected the new Duke immediately changed the election of the Turin family into a matter of course;

At this point, let's not recommend it. The twelve knight lords no longer dare to have any ideas, otherwise everyone will be blamed; the most important point is that no one even dares to use his own vote The Ling Family strives for any conditions.

Because of loyalty, the conditions cannot be used to threaten ... with an inexplicable smile on his lips, Ayton couldn't help shaking his head.

Loren Turin ... Is he an impromptu performance on a whim, or is it deliberately planned?

Either way, he is very dangerous, very dangerous.

Looking back, the Earl of Stormburg looked calmly at the dark-haired wizard who had just "given a great victory", but he was shocked to find that he was looking at himself with a smile.

Without hesitation, the owner of Glenwell immediately gave a friendly smile and did not forget to bow his head slightly in tribute.

"The Citadel will fight for Turin without a word!" Earl Salald suddenly got up and pushed his chair to kneel on one knee; and Earl Elendil followed and pulled out his own Sabre:

"Broken sword tower will fight for Torino, God bless Turin--!"

As the counts of the west expressed their opinions, the knight lords who were still watching finally no longer hesitated; before the round table, there was a lot of noise:

"The Twin Towers will fight for Turin, God Bless Turin--!"

"Rainbow Bridge will follow to death, God Bless Turin--!"

"Huxin City is willing to serve Red Blood Fort, God Bless Turin--!"

............ Lords one after another, Charlotte looked at these counties who knelt down to him quietly, blinking their eyes as if they could no longer contain their inner excitement.

Until she turned her gaze to the last person.

With a slight smile, Ayton Grenwell knelt down with his right hand on his knees and looked up at the countess with sincere gaze: "The wines and swords of Fort Storm belong to the black lion gold lion, God bless Turin— —! ”

"Tianyou Turin ——! God Bless Turin ——! God Bless Turin ——! God Bless Turin ——!”

The shouts that followed one another were like waves, and they continued in the hall for a long time; Charlotte's cheeks on the seat were flushed, and he tried his best not to tremble.

She didn't even dare to stand up immediately, fearing that her feet would lose their majesty; the wave of knights' cry shook the entire hall, as if the mural above her head had come alive again.

I ... I did it, lost it in Roland's hands, and finally got it back in my hands again, father ...

"boom--!"

At this moment, the door of the palace hall was suddenly knocked open; the hurrying butler of the Red Blood Castle broke into the hall directly, and his nervous expression twisted his cheeks a little.

As he broke into the figure, the eager atmosphere was suddenly colder.

Earl Eckert took the initiative to take the envelope, and took the envelope from the pale-faced Charles. After a glance, his pupils shrank, and he walked directly to Charlotte and said quietly: "We must discuss this as soon as possible. ! "

"What the **** ..."

Charlotte, who looked blank, took the envelope, and suddenly stood up from the seat the next second. With wide eyes, she nodded to Count Eckert.

The remaining counts looked at each other ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ either nervously or confused, whispering each other guessing what happened, and successively passed the letter from the table.

Ayton Grenwell looked up, and looked at his little brother, who was so nervous that his eyes were shaking.

"In the name of Byrne, everyone except the members of the Round Table Parliament immediately left the hall—!" Earl Eckert said with a deep voice: "It is of great importance. The knights of the Red Blood Castle please close the palace gate. Unauthorized entry and exit! "

"Please also leave for the time being, you should not intervene in the next thing." Then, Earl Eckert had turned his eyes to the black-haired wizard, and there was no slight emotion in his eyes:

"This is the business of the Round Table Parliament."

"I understand." Loren shrugged, with a "understanding" smile on his mouth, and turned away without hesitation.

The moment Charles came in, he saw it ... it was a letter of help.

From the Principality of Poi.