Chapter 237, the eternal star

The other big men looked at the **** sands with different expressions, listening to Lecco rejecting him, but there was no rebuttal.

Lombard looked at the four people.

Do not.

His fists are slowly tightening.

"Why?" Lombard had some hard voices.

Ronnie Ron smiled coldly and walked slowly.

"What do you say?"

"We will not cover a traitor who is backed by the Lord," said the great man in the eyes of the great city of the city. "It will not be in harmony with him for the sake of so-called interests."

Rumba did not say a word, but his eyes were terrible.

"Even if the sword is added," Ronnie’s expression was resolutely said: "Even if the head is on the ground."

"killer."

On one side, Tuludad rolled his eyes, and Olsiu snorted.

The Grandpa of Lombard clenched his teeth and rolled his inexplicable emotions for many years.

Do not.

"My behavior may make it difficult for you to understand." He restrained his emotions and gritted his teeth.

"But that is a last resort," Lombard said, "I will have someone to do it sooner or later."

"Must be forced?"

Oleux Dagong slowly shook his head: "A person who has no choice but to do so will not have so many follow-up plans."

Rumba opened his cloak and his voice suddenly increased:

"Can't you see it?"

"Yes, the death of Nunn has caused the entire situation of Exeter to go down and the balance is out of balance."

Every word of the Dasha Dagong seems to have been filled with resentment and anger for many years:

"But what I am trying to do is not to focus on us and to rebalance this terrible situation?"

"Even for Exeter - why don't you understand it!"

boom!

The palm slammed the sound of the square table.

All the Grand Dukes turned their attention to the Lecco Grand Duke who was upright and solemn.

I saw this bald old man who was not very involved in the discussion and stood up from his seat in a trembling manner.

"The person who doesn't understand is you."

The voice of the old man is low and seems to be very sad: "Lord Charman Rumba."

Lombard looked at him.

"What we are worried about is not the interests of the Territory," said Leko, who breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes were no longer faint, but he was sharp-eyed: "Not a reputation."

"Not even the creed of the North, or the loyalty to Feng Jun."

Ronnie Gong snorted.

Rumba shivered slightly, staring at Lecco.

"It's you," Leko's face was distorted, his words resounded in the hall, words like iron, and sentences like forging: "Chaman Rumba."

"The destroyer of the rules."

"The person who broke the statue."

"You are the one that makes us worry the most in this farce."

Lombard a little bit, and then glared.

Lecco held the back of the chair and left his seat, step by step to the front of Rumba, looking at the other side's faint expression.

"The co-administration oath stipulates the relationship between us and the king. It is a sacred contract between the ten highest powers in this land." The voice of the old man is quite long. It seems that he has been reading a pile of dust for many years. The classic that has been forgotten: "The rules it has left have maintained our stability and unity for more than six hundred years."

Rumba turned his head and looked at the other three grand princes, but they all looked cold and silently looked at him, without the meaning of opening.

The words of the old man are still going on.

"It gives the king the supreme prestige and leadership, but it also sets the boundary between the king and the princes, 'I am from the king, my land is from me."

Lecco’s Grand Duke was heartbroken: “It’s more important to the people of the North, to Exeter, to the dragon on the flag, and even to the prestige of Nakaru, better than the Queen of the Sky itself.”

"It is the basis for the unification of Exeter and its division."

"Whenever a vassal is trampled by the kingship, the right to self-government is violated, and the covenant is the last shield."

"Every time the court is disrespectful to the monarch, it is inexplicable and ambition, and the covenant is also his biggest constraint."

"It is the flag of Exeter!"

Black sand looked at Lecco publicly.

At that moment, Lombard felt that he was not facing an old man who was old.

It is a tradition and power that has been built for more than six hundred years and has a solid foundation and unshakable.

"Nun Wang is again powerful, and he can only consolidate his power under the scope of the co-administration oath," said Leko's voice more and more severe: "not a means of violence and blood without restrictions, hard life. The land will wipe out the seals and vassals, territories and territories that are not pleasing to the eye, and erase them from history and maps!"

Lecco looked at the expression of Rumba and sighed long.

He raised his hand, bowed his head, turned from the front of Lombard and began to pace.

"Yes, we, Exeter, have faced collapse and destruction countless times."

"However, relying on the willingness of the Dagong to abide by the tacit understanding and the maintenance of the rules, relying on the proud tradition of the North, relying on the wisdom and talents of countless people who love this land, relying on the co-administration oath to treat the ten Dagongs equally. By relying on the fear and trust of the co-administration vows under the testimony of Queen Kroresh," the old man slowly raised his head and looked at the dragon-stone carvings in the clouds above his head:

"Every time, the powerful and proud Kingdom of Exeter has weathered the storm."

Grandpa Lecco turned sharply, and the bare head reflected the flashing fire, as if the temperature in the hall had risen.

"Compared to the **** internal struggles in the history of the stars, the fragile countries that have been compromised in the dragons, the ridiculous and inefficient decentralization of the kingdom of Ellenbia..."

"Compared with the contradiction between the city and the city of Commas, the Hanbul dynasty is still unable to dispel the shackles of the temple."

"Compared with the numerous tribes that have a lot of power in the grasslands of the Katherines, the day and night dynasties are based on tradition and ethics."

The old man who shunned the city took a deep breath and used the words he had never used before, the most solemn and dignified, and the most solemn and serious tone, saying one word at a time:

"The kingdom of Exeter after Nakaru, the ten big-sized big-sized national leaders, the ten famous ancient families, the nearly ten-year-old Northlanders who are not brave and brave, The power that once allowed the empire to return to the glory in the land has been aggregated as never before in the Black Dragon Red Dragon.

"And after the end of the empire's demise, the end of the war, as the West-East Strong, always stand proud of the North, and pretend to be neighbors, shocking the world."

"Even if you face the command of the Queen of Blackland, you can not be humble, and stand in the mainland war."

The brazier in the hall burned more and more, and the shadows of several Dagong were reflected on the stone wall and swayed back and forth.

Like other Dagong, Lombard silently listened to Lecco's words without saying a word.

Grandpa Lecco looked at him, first narrowing his eyes and then sighing deeply.

"But you, Chaman Rumba," the old man whispered clearly and clearly:

"You make us fear."

Rumba’s expression began to distort and his fists tightened.

"You are doing what you are sitting on the throne of the referendum." Lecco was faint.

"You broke these rules, broke the foundation, and tore up the vow in your own heart," said Grandpa Leko, pale and heavy, and his fists in his robes slowly squeezed: "And We have to make up for the cost of fixing it, but it is hard to imagine."

"This is the essence of Nunn's death."

"This is ‘for the future of Exeter.’”

The voice of the old man fell gently.

On one side, Tluedida swelled.

"I don't have the eloquence of the old man," he said. "But it's probably the meaning - I certainly want to divide the Longyan City to harvest new territory, but if that is at the expense of sleeping in the future, A guy who can go crazy at any time to be a neighbor, so that my family, my offspring, are in danger of being out of balance..."

Tluedida spread his hand and said that he was finished.

"Why do we have to comply with the so-called Northern Creed creed and honor, for a reason," said Ronnie, coldly watching Lombard: "And you, do you think it was just a joke, just a meaningless pedantic hypocrisy?"

Oller held his arm and slowly looked up and looked at the black sand grandfather: "Is it clear?"

Lombard looked at the big brother of Lecco incredibly, and looked at the other three grand princes.

"Yes, push the crimes to the stars, feed us with the same restlessness with the interests, maintain the most false and the most superficial balance, whitewash the Taiping - you can deceive the nationals," Lecco slowly nodded. The expression is sad: "But you can't deceive yourself."

"You are no longer a member of us, no longer a member of the co-administration vows," said the bald tycoon:

"Your existence, your behavior is the greatest threat to the stability of Exeter."

"弑君, Chaman Rumba."

Rumba gently lowered his head, only the right hand continued to tremble.

Dead silence.

The five grandfathers stood face to face in the hall, and their figure was shadowed by the surrounding fire basin.

It’s just one of them, but it’s particularly lonely.

He stood alone in front of the fire, facing the eyes of the other four people watching the dead.

The right hand was weakly pressed against the old sword at the waist.

It seems to be a century old.

Finally, the sound of Rumba sounded faintly.

"This is what you are afraid of?"

At this moment, his voice sounded full of exhaustion, "I?"

The four grandfathers looked at him coldly.

It seems that I am looking at a wounded person who has no hope of surviving on the battlefield.

"Hey." Lombard gently snarled.

He took a step and walked gently to the rectangular table, his eyes passing over the eleven seats above.

Lombard looked at the most intimate subject in a complicated look.

A second later, he sneered, reaching out and trying to open a chair with his hand.

"note!"

Ronnie’s grandson hugged his arms and shouted at Lombard.

He looked at his eyes and said coldly: "The right hand is the fourth - that is the chair of the Cameron family."

Rumba’s hand stopped in the air.

"Ten grand princes, each has a seat that has been fixed for six hundred years," said Grand Duke Luda, who turned his head in a deep sense: "Don't take the wrong position."

Rumba did not move.

But in the next second, his hand took the chair without hesitation!

Boom!

In the reverberation of the entire hall, Lombard did not hesitate to mention the chair of the Cameron family and pulled it to himself.

Ronnie’s face was cold.

But this is not over yet.

Rumba reached out and pulled out another chair next to him.

Under the ill-fated eyes of the four great men, the black sand grandfather sat heavily in Cameron's chair.

Then, Lombard leaned back and lifted his legs and placed it on another chair.

He used this lying position, rude and relaxed to the ground against the four grand princes standing in the field.

The grandfather looked at him incredulously.

"I wanted to do this a long time ago," Lombard leaned back on the back of the chair, stood with his legs, looked up at the four big men, and sneered:

"It feels good."

Ronnie squeezed his fists and fired his eyes. He was about to step forward, but he was tied by Orle.

"Calm, his soldiers are outside the door..." Weilan led Dagong to remind his colleagues: "And the Prime Minister of Brisbane is coming soon."

boom!

Rumba bluntly pressed his sabre to the table.

"and so……"

He leaned back on the chair and snorted:

"Is this what you are proud of?"

"Common governance vows?"

"Protection maintains the great Exeter, is it?"

The four grandfathers just looked at him coldly and seemed to have disdain to speak.

Rumba looked at them quietly.

One second.

Two seconds.

Rumba smiled and put his legs off the chair.

His arms were on the table and he held the palm of his hand.

But the big men still looked at him badly.

Rumba's eyes condensed on his sword, for a long time.

His eyes gradually drifted.

Seems to be a distant place.

"You still don't understand," Rumba's voice re-sounded, but this time, his tone seemed to hide liberation and sigh. "I don't understand what really threatens us."

"In your eyes, there are no difficulties and obstacles. It is a strong pride. The Exeter army that dominates the Westland cannot solve it."

"In your opinion, twelve years ago, we were the example of the national levy of the West China Sea, is it?"

Grand Lecco frowned.

"But your eyes are even more shattered than the gravel," Lombard said faintly: "I have never seen the distance from my homeland to Longyan."

"Your ears, you can only hear the yelling and whispering from your own meeting in the collar to the election of the king--hey, maybe there is a money bag with an annual tax collector."

"And in your mind?"

"Become a nobleman, get a title? Become a heir, get qualifications? Become a Grand Duke, gain power? Become a king," Lombard shook his head in disdain, sneer: "Control Exter."

Just like the past six hundred years.

Rumba’s look is a glimpse.

The big waves were also drowned in this suffocating past.

Just listen to him sneer: "But do you really think that things will come and go as they go, history will repeat forever?"

Ronnie interrupted him coldly: "What do you want to say?"

But Lombard ignored him.

"The last time we were in the real national war was 12 years ago - the stars called it the 'year of the **** color', ha, for them, we are also one of the people who bring blood."

Chaman Rumba is secluded.

It seems to be talking to himself.

Tluedida and Lekos exchanged a look and saw the doubts in each other's eyes.

"The last national expedition?" Rumba is still talking to himself, his eyes flashing a strange light.

No one answered.

So Lombard continued to shake his head and said to himself: "Yes, more than a hundred years ago, the fourth continental war."

"I have only been able to turn it over from history books for a long time."

Rumba closed his eyes and sighed long.

Dasha Dagong looked at Orsue, this time, he finally stopped talking to himself.

"Rebie Ole," Lombard raised his eyebrows and raised his right hand to indicate to him, but the latter did not move: "Do you remember the captive?"

Oleux Dagong frowned

"captive?"

"Uh huh." Rumba raised an index finger and tapped in the air, it seemed to be remembering.

"Twelve years ago, I just became a Grand Duke. We captured the Broken Dragon Fortress," his brow scorned. "After more than a month of spring, 100,000 Exeter warriors sang the war songs south of the stars. ”

With the memories of the Grand Duke of Lombard, several Dagong also bowed their heads and remembered the bonfire years.

"When we broke the Cold Fort," Lombard said faintly: "Because the scene is too confusing - tens of thousands of people looted around - so we were left to check the profit and handle the logistics."

"I have found the secrets and bureaucrats that the black sand collar can find, all the literacy will be counted," the black sand screamed, as if disdain: "You are similar."

Oller shrugged.

"They spent a day and a night, counting captives, food, and seizures," Lombard exclaimed. "Then, then the idiots..."

Ole's Dagong frowned and took the words of Rumba: "...they gave a wrong number and made a grain plan according to it."

Rumba snorted and there was much ridicule in his emotions.

"On the same day, the grain that should have been shipped to Longyan City was out of the guise: thousands of soldiers did not eat the morning meal when they were around the Ice City. The timing of the siege was delayed because of going to the surrounding grain collection." Shaking his head, his eyes are full of nostalgia: "Nun's rebuke hand came on the next day, and angered us as usual. 'If you fight, you can't count, how many numbers?" His original words.

Oller Xiu sighed: "He always thought that we were dragging their hind legs."

Lombard nodded.

"This is normal. After all, it is an unprecedented expedition. 100,000 people eat and drink Lazarus." Olscher shrugged his shoulders: "Half of the recruits have to go to work, and they are on strange land. It is difficult. No error."

"Yes," Lenba looked like: "We have punished a lot of people and killed a lot of people - and the logistics is still a mess."

"Remember, at that time, a prisoner named Urad, a low-lying civilian living in the northern part of the Northland, said that he had studied counts and instruments in the Ghost Accounting School in the south, so he volunteered to help us."

Oller did not speak.

He remembered it.

Rumba snorted: "I remember, you were angry at the time, and you should be able to make this boast for us to deal with 100,000 troops and arrogant captives."

Oller raised his eyes: "But you stopped me."

Lombard sighed.

His eyes are quite complicated.

"Yes," only listened to Rumba's faintly: "The captive - collecting people from his colleagues: the stars who have learned counts, the stars who are literate, the stars who know the market: they took the pen and paper, and spent a long time Everything is done, the numbers are accurate, and everything is in order."

"Nun King's reprimanding warrant is no longer coming."

Ronnie’s grandfather frowned impatiently: “Why do you say this?”

Rumba raised his head sharply and his eyes sharpened: "Because it is not accidental - the war of twelve years ago, did you feel nothing?"

Several great public views changed slightly.

"Remember, you - Ronnie didn't catch up. Pray City didn't participate in the expedition, but Lecco and Trentida were on the front line, beside Nunn." Lombard shook his head.

Ronnie’s grandmother narrowed his eyes.

Lecco did not speak, he just looked at Lombard.

"Later, although it took a lot of time and casualties than expected," Dasha Dagong exhaled a long breath and his eyes showed taboos: "But our invincible army has finally stabilized in the north. smoothly."

Rumba narrowed his eyes and turned his head:

"Until the encounter with the baby soldiers from the south."

"Well," Tluedida nodded and looked very serious. He took the slogan: "The Duke of Star Lake, the Star of the Stars of John Comet."

Lecco and Oleux Duke also made a slight move.

"Do not."

Grandpa of Lombard shook his head and denied: "Xinghui God of War was dead at that time."

His eyes flashed cautiously: "Exactly, we are facing..."

"It belongs to his guard captain, Sonia Sutherre..."

"Xinghui Legion."

No one is talking.

Until the side of Leko, a sigh of relief, twitched a special name:

"'Indecent Stars.'"

I saw 10000 that the old hacked number was rewarded, and Lao Tzu didn’t nickname the reward of 20,000...

well……

(shaking and shaking the white flag) accounting...

(End of this chapter)