Chapter 668

An uproar -!

Almost all the knights in the hall were angry. Even the few closest to the black haired wizard had pulled out their swords, and their eyes were red with blood.

"Dang --!"

Before the angry Byrne Knights drew their swords at the black haired wizard, count Eckert suddenly got up and hit the round table with his sword, sweeping the whole hall with a cold look:

"Quiet, what does it look like?!" the Lord of the anger Castle raised his sword and stood with cold eyes. His thick voice like thunder directly made the knights in the first row who wanted to get up sit back:

"Are you still Byrne's knights?"

Thunder!

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

Seeing that the situation had been calmed down, count Eckert lowered his head and nodded slightly to Charlotte; The countess, who was slightly relieved, immediately threw a look of gratitude at the other party.

Among the thirteen lords, the rank is second only to the count of angert and the dean of Byrne's only Knight college. Tris Eckert has an unparalleled reputation among young knights.

No less than one third of the knights who can enter this hall are his nominal disciples and apprentices... This alone is enough to make him awed by everyone.

"You may not agree with what Lord Loren Turin has just said... Because so do I." Earl Eckert murmured, "but he was right in one sentence."

"Those who threaten with conditions... Can't be called loyalty!"

"Since we are all ready to elect the Turin family to take charge of Bain again, there should be no additional conditions; we used to be vassals of Turin and will be - whether war... Or peace, it should be decided by the Duke."

"And I, Trish Eckert, also believe that no matter what the result is, the golden lion on the black background will defend Byrne's dignity to the death. The descendants of the knight King... There are no flattering and humiliating villains!"

The thick voice echoed in the hall for a long time.

"In my own name, I may not be able to promise you too much... But only this, I can guarantee."

Charlotte, who was also excited, stood up from her seat and glanced nervously at the Lords in front of the round table and the knights in the whole hall:

"In order not to ruin Byrne, who has been peaceful for three generations, I, Charlotte Turin, will do everything possible to avoid civil war; but if the Empire really insists on going its own way and wants to fight... The turins are not afraid!"

The hall was quiet.

The knight lords looked at each other and kept looking at each other. The Earls in the West also took back their swords, while the Lords in the South who had been at a loss seemed more relieved.

Count Eckert, with a dignified face, looked slowly, and his thick voice sounded again:

"Lord guy angert, may I ask... Does your loyalty cost?"

The voice fell, and all eyes turned to the two people who were facing each other again.

Feeling the eyes behind him, the old man with a sword in his right hand burst out from his teeth: "yes, boy; it's kind enough and well done."

"Worthy of Turin's descendants!"

"Each other, you are also very powerful." without paying attention to the eyes around him, Loren turned his neck sideways, stretched out his right hand and compared the distance between the blade and his neck:

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

"Dong --!"

With an angry hum, the old man suddenly turned around, knelt on one knee like a mountain rock, and sonorously lowered his gray head: "the angert family of the mountain rock castle will follow the black background Golden Lion to the death, without saying anything!"

Amazement, surprise, disbelief... These words may not be enough to describe the mood of the earls and knights at the moment.

Only Aton glenwell, who had been shocked, sighed with a long, gentle look.

Only he saw the end of this wonderful and absurd farce from the beginning.

He saw how the Earl of angert, who suddenly attacked, pointed the spear at Loren and the sky palace represented by his imperial Viscount, which intensified the already sharp contradiction;

Seeing how Loren disrupted the rhythm of count angert, he inexplicably led the topic from resistance to the Empire to loyalty, or the "loyalty" of Lord Bain to the Turin family;

The round table Council, which originally elected the new Duke, suddenly took the Turin family's election for granted;

At this stage, not to mention the election, none of the twelve Knight lords dare to have any idea, otherwise everyone will be killed; Most importantly, no one even dared to use his vote to win any conditions from the Turin family.

Because of loyalty, you can't threaten conditions... With an inexplicable smile on his mouth, Aton couldn't help shaking his head.

Loren Turin... Was he improvising on a whim, or was it premeditated?

Either way, he is very dangerous, very dangerous.

Looking back, the Earl of storm Castle calmly looked at the black haired wizard who had just "won a complete victory", but was stunned to find that he was also looking at himself with a smile.

Without hesitation, the Lord of the Glenville family immediately showed a friendly smile and did not forget to nod a little in tribute.

"The javelin castle will fight for Turin without a word!" count salard suddenly got up, pushed aside his chair and knelt on one knee; The Earl of ilandir followed suit and pulled out his sword:

"The broken sword tower will fight for Turin. God bless Turin -!"

As the Earls in the West declared their position one after another, the knight lords who were still waiting and waiting finally stopped hesitating; There was a lot of noise in front of the round table:

"The twin towers will fight for Turin. God bless Turin!"

"Rainbow bridge will follow to the death, God bless Turin -!"

"Huxin city is willing to serve red blood castle. God bless Turin --!"

... lords one by one, Charlotte quietly looked at the Earls kneeling down to herself, and her blinking eyes seemed to have been unable to contain her inner excitement.

Until she turned her eyes to the last person.

With a slight smile, Aton glenwell, who stroked his chest with his right hand, knelt down, looked up and looked at the countess with sincere eyes: "the good wine and sword of storm Castle belong to the golden lion on a black background. God bless Turin --!"

"God bless Turin --! God bless Turin --! God bless Turin --! God bless Turin --!"

One after another, like a wave of cries, has been in the hall for a long time; Charlotte, sitting on the seat, blushed and had to do her best not to shake her body.

She didn't even dare to stand up immediately for fear that her feet would be soft and lose her dignity; The whole hall was shaken by the wave of Knights' cries, as if the murals overhead were alive again.

I... I did it. What I lost in Roland's hand was finally taken back in my hand, father

"Bang --!"

Just then, the door of the palace hall was suddenly knocked open; The red blood Castle housekeeper hurried into the hall, and his tense expression twisted his cheeks.

With the figure he broke into, the atmosphere that had just been eager suddenly cooled a lot.

Count Eckert, who took the initiative to go forward, took the envelope from the pale Charles; As soon as I saw it, my pupils shrank, walked directly to Charlotte and said in a deep voice, "we must discuss this as soon as possible!"

"How on earth..."

Charlotte, with a blank expression, took the envelope. The next second, she suddenly stood up from her seat, widened her eyes nervously, and nodded to count Eckert.

The remaining earls looked at each other, nervous or confused, whispered to each other, guessed what had happened, and passed the letter from the table one after another.

Aton glenwell raised his head and looked in surprise at his brother who was so nervous that his eyes were trembling.

"In the name of Byrne, everyone except the members of the round table parliament should leave the hall immediately --!" count Eckert shouted in a deep voice, "it's important. The Knights of red blood Castle please close the Palace door and no one can enter or leave without authorization!"

"Please leave for a while, too. You'd better not interfere in the next thing." said count Eckert, who had turned his eyes to the black haired wizard with no face in his eyes:

"This is the business of the round table Parliament."

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

The moment Charles came in, he had seen... It was a letter for help.

From the Principality of Boye.