Chapter 236 Counterbalance

The atmosphere of negotiation in the Hall of Heroes began to become subtle.

"The war of revenge?"

"Offensive stars?"

Lecco's grandmother, sitting at the square table, condensed slightly, and the hands and feet were slightly moving.

"So, this is why you spread rumors before the arrival of the Star Mission, and try to render the reason why King Nunn and the Prince of the Stars are not harmonious," said Leko's mouth, slightly pulling up: "And the reason for the death of the King to the Stars." ""

"I'm tired of repeating," Rumba squinted, his tone cold: "This is not a rumor."

Not at all.

He stared quietly at the four grand princes.

"and then?"

Tluedida showed a funny smile: "Do you think the whole Exeter will believe in you? The brain is hot and goes to war at no cost?"

"The war always comes at a price - I remember this is the ethnic training of an imperial family."

"The South Pente family," said Ronnie, raising his gaze and slowly saying: "The war will have a price."

Rumba left from the side of Oleux Duke and turned to Tluedida and Ronnie. His expression was cold and determined, and his tone was unquestionable.

"They will believe," said the black sand Dagong decisively: "The missing star prince is in my hands, so let him keep disappearing."

"And I still hold the heirs of the Arend family - as the current murder of the king."

Ole Xiu Dagong remembered that special boy, could not help but glimpse.

"There are even the heirs of the White Eagle family..." Weilan led the public to raise his eyes: "It's really ready."

Rumba ignored the faint sting of his words.

"Even if there are no such pieces," Dagong’s cold eyes swept over several other people: "As long as you have an endorsement, we can also mobilize the teacher in the name of the king’s revenge, and cast the anger of the whole nation to the stars - tearing up the fortress. The people of the covenant are them."

The four great public tacitly did not say anything.

"The mourning army is going south, we will mobilize the most abundant troops after the war of glory. We will join the Longyan City and the 烽照城, and seven or more of the Grand Duke will reunite."

Rumba stepped forward and slowly raised his right hand, his voice was gloomy.

"And the Star Kingdom?"

"They are unstable in the north, the fortress is empty, and the strength is scarce." Rumba's eyes are getting more and more terrible. It seems to see the future he envisioned: "The most powerful army in the world is rolling in the fire of vengeance, no matter Whether the fortress or the north can't stop, we will be like a broken bamboo - as strong as the city of Yongxing, it is not impossible to see."

Grand Duke Luda coughed softly:

"What does this have to do with winning Longyan City?"

Lombard turned back.

"The war will change everything," he said, and the coldness in his tone, even if he was four years old, who was in the high position, could not help but be one of the cold: "including the vassals of the Walton family."

Hearing this sentence, Olsiu Dagong gently sighed.

"If the Lord revenge," Chaman Rumba pinched his fist: "In the case of love, in the public, the city of Longyan and the city of Zhaozhao must be the main force of the Nanzheng Army."

He slowly turned and faced the empty gun rack on the fireplace. His eyes burned with inexplicable emotions: "We are the leaders of the coalition forces, and the stubborn aristocrats of Longyan City and Zhaozhao City have to At the moment of joining the army, the ending was destined to be written by us: in the war, with their army, they fell or even destroyed."

"The Walton family's chips have been lost."

Ronnie’s grandfather frowned.

"When we carry the prestige and slogan that we lost 12 years ago, when the triumphant return..." Rumba said coldly: "They are no longer in trouble."

"They won't have a chance to oppose you."

"At that time, who else dares, who else can, who else will be the dragons and the city under your common rule?"

"No even the Prime Minister of Brisbane can object. At that time he was no longer the prime minister."

"When everyone is suffocating, this is the default. Wait until the Walton's orphans are early, no one will remember the Walton family except the history scholars."

Rumba turned sharply and his tone was broken:

"The co-administration oath is still valid, but the contractor has become eight grand princes."

"As eleven signatures on the co-administration oath, the signatures of famous families such as Tan En are still there, but they have disappeared into history forever."

"But we, Exeter, only become stronger."

The hall was quiet.

Lombard silently awaited the reply of the Grand Dukes.

He knows this is a good sign: the Grand Duke knows that his plan is feasible.

just……

"You know, this proposal is very interesting." Tluedida shook his head.

"Hey!" Ronnie broke his heart unsatisfactorily: "You are talking about it, but it is a sacred territory since the founding of Exeter! It is the land of Nakaru!"

"Then go and talk to the mother dragon," Lombard replied coldly to him: "Maybe it will fly down and fight for Walton."

Ronnie suddenly got angry.

"Pay attention to words, Chaman," Leko's brow wrinkled: "The respected lady just came last night."

Rumba's face changed.

"Respected lady?" he ridiculed

"In addition to the mascot on the flag," Lord Lombard pointed out the window, his eyes were cold: "For six hundred years, the dragon has nothing to us."

"It's mission, but it's just to be alert to the resurgence of the disaster."

"It doesn't care about Exeter's life and death at all!"

The faces of the four Dagongs have become very unsightly.

"Go back to the subject," Trudeda coughed, exhaling:

“I have to say that the bold layout is quite ambitious.”

"But we can abandon you and do it ourselves," he said with a smile. "Maybe you can still take the black sands of the Lord without income."

Ronnie’s grandmother screamed: “Good idea.”

"Give us a reason, Chaman, a reason to include you." Reconstructed the tower Dagong whistling.

Rumba narrowed his eyes.

"If you want to stubbornly push the death of King Nunn to my head," Black Sand said calmly and quietly: "There will be an excuse to lose the attacking stars, lose the name of calling the country, and lose the place to pass the black sand to the south." Thus, the loss of the use of war to wash Longyan City, the loss of the expansion of the territory, the loss of the opportunity to shock the inferior."

"Don't forget, both the Star Prince and the Arende family are in my hands."

“It’s also lost to worsening the current chaos,” his speech rate began to slow down: “The only chance to be safe for yourself, for the strength of Exeter, and for the layout of the children.”

The other big men looked at each other.

"But you, Chaman?" Tlueda turned his head with a sly smile and stared at Lombard with a subtle expression.

"You must have a picture, right? I don't believe in such a big game. You just want us to endorse you for your crimes?"

Rumba frowned.

"I guess," Tluedida chuckled, and the tone in his eyes was getting more and more intense: "Together with the king?"

Ronnie’s grandfather snorted.

But beyond their expectations, Rumba's brow was loose.

"No," he said, faintly speaking. "I don't care about the position of the king. Let's fight, I don't care."

"In fact, I don't care who is the king."

The four great men are all in one.

"Ole Xiu, Ronnie, Lecco, even if Tludyda is a king, I have no opinion."

Tluedida snorted: "Why put me behind ‘even?’

Rumba looked at his expression and shook his head in his heart.

"As long as you promise to send troops, win this battle for Exeter... I can pay a lot of the price you can't imagine."

"I can even give up even the black sand collar," said the black sand singer: "Ole Xiu and Tluedida, if you don't feel relieved, take it off - if this can strengthen your will."

When the words came out, the field was quiet for five seconds.

"What?" Oller, the leader of Weilan, said incredulously: "Do you want to... give up the black sand collar?"

Tluedida seems to have forgotten even the smile, he just frowned and stared at Lombard.

No.

This cockroach is in front of you...

Care, really only Exeter?

What kind of joke?

"I only have one condition," I listened only to the black sand Dagong decisively and firmly said: "When we win the battle - I only have to go north, even as long as the land around the Fort."

"For the Exeter to adhere to the southern border."

"I won't bother you any more."

All the Grand Dukes are stunned.

Half awkward.

"I don't understand," Grandpa Lecco exclaimed with a deep breath and sighed: "What kind of lord will give up the territory of his family?"

Of course you don't understand.

Rumba silently said.

But one of them understands...

"How do you say? You?"

Lombard said: "Ensure that Exeter will return to stability, and then get rid of the shackles of the kingship, and even grow up and even take the opportunity of the stars..."

The flame of ambition burned in his eyes: "It is in front of you."

Rumba quietly waited for a few people's response.

The faces of the big men began to surging.

"What do you think?" Oller looked at the other three, with a worried face.

The Grand Dukes face each other, and Tluedida even whispers to the ear of Leko.

Ole's expression constantly changed, and Ronnie's grandfather stabbed coldly from time to time.

Rumba stood silently, looking at the dragon gun flag in the cloud on the wall.

He knows that maybe this is the final resolution.

Deciding on the moment of Exeter's future.

at last.

After a few minutes, the four Dagong nodded at the same time.

They looked up in unison and looked at the Grand Duke of Lombard with different expressions.

Rumba also turned back and looked back at them with dignity and seriousness.

Tluedida blinked, and Oller was sneer, and Ronnie was expressionless.

But Lombard is just staring at a person, the oldest guy.

Lecco Grandpa stared quietly at Lombard.

For a few seconds.

In the end, the old man’s face with a sly expression finally showed a smile: “Good idea, Chaman.”

“It’s also a really creative ‘transaction’.”

Chaman Rumba also showed a smile.

Just as I saw the dust settled, I heard the hammer hammering.

Until the big man Leko with a usual smile, whispered as before:

"and so……"

"We refused."

Rumba's expression was stiff on his face.

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Tyres quietly stood in the yard belonging to Slythes, meditating while watching the people around him clean up the scenes - if the "contacts" that Slyes said were true, they must be in Lombard Leave here as soon as possible before you notice it.

"Do you have an answer?"

A voice came.

"Well," the prince gently nodded and turned his head back, not looking behind him: "What about you, Putile?"

The deputy of the star came to him to stand up, frowning and watching the two white-bladed guards push the five-flowered Slys to the carriage.

"To tell the truth," Putilai sighed: "I don't quite understand what Slyth has just said."

"Why does Lombard think that Exeter's biggest threat is..."

Tyres shook his head.

"It doesn't matter," the prince looked confused and calmly said: "Believe me, Rumba has good reasons, so that even the four dazzling Grand Dukes have to be convinced."

Putila frowned: "Do you know?"

"Not sure," Taylors shrugged. "Just understand."

"What are you going to do?"

Taylors looked up and looked at the sky to the north, with a complex expression.

“Remember what I said before I left,” the prince said faintly: “The strongest piece in both camps?”

Putilla raised an eyebrow.

"Chaman Rumba," Putile slightly licked his lips, hesitating in a tone, apparently not quite convinced: "And..."

"His Royal Highness?"

Taylors glanced at him.

"I am not kidding."

"I have confirmed this since I heard the words of Slyth," Taylors said with a smile: "Lombard is too powerful and terrible."

Putilai licked his lips.

Taylors bowed his head and said silently: "I have seen the four great men: the alert of Olsiu, the awkward Trondida, the resolute Ronnie, and the old and strong Lecco, the four-person joint station. Together, it’s hard to fight.”

Putila nodded.

However, the prince exclaimed: "But do you believe..."

"They face Chaman Rumba, facing the unsuccessful man of the Northland."

"It will only be eaten clean."

"The bones will not be left."

Puttila showed a thoughtful expression.

"Puttier," said Tyles faintly: "Will you follow me?"

Putila raised an eyebrow: "You have to ask again? Really?"

Tyres shrugged: "The next thing will be a little crazy."

Putili frowned. "Is that what I think? You want to..."

"Whether you believe it or not, Puttier," Taylors sighed and smiled reluctantly: "I figured it out: On that unique battlefield, only I can contend with him."

Putilla showed a surprised expression.

"No, this..." Mr. Deputy brows his brow and gently asks: "Why? What do you rely on to counter the Rumba?"

Next second.

Tyres turned his head and made a friendly smile.

The prince showed a tender tooth to Putilie:

"Rely on my golden finger."

He turned decisively.

Leaving a look of awkward, unclear Pudley.

Tyles walked over to the carriage and looked at Sless, who couldn't move, and smiled.

The other shrugged at him.

Tyres gestured to take care of his Rolf leave.

"Not very comfortable," Taylor looked at Rolf's back and sighed, "Lord of the Marquis."

Slys, who was stuffed with a piece of cloth in his mouth, blinked at him, seemingly helpless.

Tyres nodded solemnly.

"So, then I have to do one thing for you - as a make up."

Sly's eyes were puzzled.

I saw the steadiness and determination in the eyes of the prince.

The next second, the doubts in Sly's eyes became shocked.

"Catch me," Tyres's voice rang without wavering: "Take me to the Palace of the Spirit."

"Send back to Rumba's hand."

Beginning with the next chapter, the puzzle is revealed step by step, a relatively large pit, and even digging from the second chapter of the first volume.

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