Chapter 681

When the cold wind from the north of duanjie mountain completely disappeared in the south, in full view of the public, Loren, who became the focus of everyone, attracted countless eyes. He kept looking at the huge, gorgeous two handed sword in front of his desk with envy or envy.

It was the "dawn" of the secret silver sword handed down from the age of the knight king and handed down by the Turin family - it was also recognized as the sword of Duke Bain all over the world.

For the Byrne people, as a duke and a descendant of the Turin family, Loren should have this sword; But in the eyes of the Imperial Regiment, this has more significance.

Having it proves that Loren Turin has completely mastered the right to speak in the red blood castle, and it also marks that Charlotte Turin has ceded the position of the Lord of Turin to him.

Originally, the "Turin dispute" between Duke Bain and the Countess of red blood Castle did not happen, which somewhat disappointed the envoys of the sky palace; But now we have to expect the Byrne people to "put out the fire" in Boye and the Duke of ellemans to monitor, so no one has mentioned this matter.

As a wizard, Loren has always been very indifferent to all kinds of banquets and pomp, and he also hates the noisy atmosphere; But when he became a duke, many things were completely insulated from his likes and dislikes.

Even Yuli weiltz, who hated feasting and drinking, has been toasting with the Knights around him since the beginning of the banquet, and the wine glass in his hand has never been empty.

After that ceremony, Byrne's knights did not like the Duke of ellemans at all, and almost everyone was in the mood to see the joke of the "little Duke".

With a cold face, Yuli was not afraid of provocation, which greatly exceeded the expectations of Byrne people - until the fourth guy with red neck and dancing shouting "let go! I can drink" was carried down, count baus of loyal soul castle stood up with a red face and drank back the eager Knights behind him.

Coolly put down his glass, Yuli weiltz, who was still sitting upright, glanced around with very contemptuous eyes, so that the Byrne knights in the hall were so angry that they couldn't even speak.

Although still unconvinced, no one deliberately provoked or despised the "little Duke" after that;

The simple and enthusiastic Byrne Knights admire only two kinds of people in their life. One can fight and the other can drink. Sometimes the latter is higher than the former.

However, according to Lucian, who has been watching, the Archduke is actually trying to be brave; The reason why he is so serious is that he will be exposed as long as he stands up

Although the scene was a little awkward, the rest of the mission were old hands in this kind of communication field and were very good at stirring up the atmosphere; Under the wine, the original contradiction and embarrassment were slightly resolved and immersed in the bright red wine.

"Knights of Byrne, guests of the heavenly palace..."

A steady sound like a bell sounded in the hall. Count Eckert and Loren from the fort of anger looked at Charlotte respectively, raised their glasses and whispered to everyone:

"Today, at the first new moon in midsummer, the Baines finally have a new Duke, Loren Turin!"

The restless hall was quiet, and all eyes focused on Loren again.

Count Eckert, who raised his glass, stepped up to Duke Byrne with a determined look:

"I know that before the formal oath of allegiance, everyone in this hall had doubts about him; but now he has taken over the flag, and all of us will go to the big green sea to fight with the Centaurs and reproduce the great cause of the black Duke."

"In that case, don't have any doubt; entrust your sword and shield to him; may the spirit of the knight King bless him, and may the female martial god Brunhild bless him."

"May Byrne once again have an invincible Duke, so that the iron cavalry in the hometown of knights can conquer the four directions again, and fly the flag of the golden lion on all battlefields..."

"Where is this nonsense?!"

Under the attention of the public, the grumpy count angert smashed his glass and interrupted the toast of count Eckert. His thick voice roared in the hall:

"Today, we'll have a good drink; tomorrow, we'll die for him!"

"Long live Loren Turin, long live Byrne, God bless Turin --!" the old man holding the glass raised his arms, drank it up, and smashed the glass on the table again.

"Drink --!!"

The next second, a flood of cheers rang through the hall.