Chapter 326

"No, you can't take him away!"

Ian was a bit sloppy and stepped forward. He even forgot the horror of Chaman Rumba, and he was unaware that the man in front of him was the supreme ruler of the entire kingdom.

"Can't take Prince Teres!"

Count Nasser made a frown, whispering to Brisbane on the side: "Strange."

"Yeah," the Regency of Responsiveness revealed a confused look in the dignity: "Once the prince of the hostage falls to the king, the situation will reverse, but..."

"The savvy and hot as Rumba, why do he think that we - Long Yucheng will obediently bow to the king's prestige, and surrender the hostage?"

"Unless," Count Nazaire narrowed his eyes: "He grabbed the handle that made us have to compromise?"

No one found out that Brisbane’s breathing was slightly stagnation.

"Or," Nazer still thought, not finding the old rival's gaffe: "He believes that Prince Teres's place is not related to the overall situation, only to talk about it."

This time, Brisbane did not respond to him.

In the hall, King Chaman squinted at the eager Ian as if looking at a clown.

"Humph."

"Prince of Tyres is related to the future of the two powerful powers of the West," King Chaman’s eyes seem to be freezing winter snow. "If you want to use him as a bargaining chip to negotiate directly with the Fuxing Palace, then the country should Wang came out."

The king turned around and faced the entire hall with a loud voice: "Don't you think so?"

Ian took a deep breath and adjusted himself.

No one is saying anything.

Everyone looked heavily at King Chaman.

Tyres thought sharply and sorted out the clues in his mind.

The prince knows that the storm he faced, whether it is the coming of the city of Qiyuan or the marriage of the female grandfather, seems to have occurred in Longyan City, but the actual key is actually focused on the black sand collar in the south - King Chaman struggled with his vassals.

As Puttier said, everything began with the new aristocratic decree issued by King Chaman: the ambition of the king, which caused his vassals to rebound.

King Chaman also showed the biggest flaw at the same time, and prayed for the city to chase down the stone.

Both sides of the board entered the game and started a game of gradually adding the next.

In the first round, the external forces headed by Qiyuan City took the lead: the big men who took Ronnie as an example, behind the scenes, supported and incited the vassals of the family of the Lombard, so that they could continue to resist the king’s decree and try to The infamous king of the princes was thoroughly sent to the prestige and the abyss of the rebellion.

The second round, starting with the counterattack of the Black Sands: the accident of the Freedom League, brought the fire in the backyard of the Ronnie family, and let the black sand collars who are determined to "oppose tyranny" are no longer so emboldened - who dares to count on The Ronnie Grand Duke, who is in a long-term war, rushed out and fulfilled his promise to send troops to support them in case of time.

In the third round of the game, Qiyuan City faced the response of King Chaman and opened the next card: under the mediation of Ian Ronnie, the kingdom has the heaviest weight, but because of internal discord The Longyan City, which has been weak for six years, finally reached an agreement.

The princes of Longyan City gathered under the umbrella of the female prince, and promised to use their strong strength to levy westward, solve the worries of the city of Qiyuan, and make a gesture to join the list against the king to ensure that the struggle of the black sands and the ministers continues. Go on.

After Long Yucheng’s statement, the balance returned to the side of the city that favored the far-off city—Tells, Selma, and Ian. This is the step.

Tyres silently looked at the king facing the hall, looking at the quiet vassals in the hall, and felt that the power on him was getting worse.

Just like the king of Nunn.

"His Majesty!"

After all, Ian was a Viscount of the city. He adjusted his emotions and made a decisive and firm voice.

"The negotiations with the Kingdom of Stars... We will do it ourselves," said the nuisance priest who had already been famous in Longyan City, and said: "The same is true of the Freedom League. We don't need the help of the Black Sands."

"Not to bother the king's concern."

King Chaman did not answer, he did not even look back at Ian.

For the first time, the Earl of Cortson, who was the most disgusted with Ian, was also politely opening at this time, as if echoing Ian’s words.

Just listening to Ketson sneerly said: "You still manage your own backyard, black sand collar's '陛下' - I heard that the count of Count of Songhai Town, has already posted the notice of condemning the king to the whistle I am leading."

He snorted: "We can't expect a king who can't even manage his own territory."

King Chaman’s eyebrows are lightly picked.

"His Majesty."

Selma, who had not opened for a long time, had a sullen face and could not hide her nervousness.

"There is a resentment with the Freedom League, and it is ultimately Long Yucheng and Qiyuan City," said the female Dagong seriously: "This is only a battle between the Walton family and the Ronnie family."

"In order to win the victory for Exeter, Prince Teres is in the city of Chicheng, and he will play a greater role than in the city of Black Sand."

Tyres shook his head.

The most unnecessary thing for King Chaman at the moment is probably the reason for "in love."

The king first stood quietly for a few seconds, and then he slowly turned around. He showed half of his face to the angry Angkor and the enemies of Ian, and then looked at the female grandfather and nodded to Tyres.

"You really like this boy, right?"

King Chaman’s pupils shrank and made a very disturbing anger: “Is all looking to rely on him to push the stars back?”

In the face of the king’s reaction, Ian had to swear by the scalp:

"This is the internal affairs of the city."

"It has nothing to do with you."

Listening to the crowds vying for themselves, Tyres couldn't help but sigh: Whether he or Selma, what they are facing now is an unexpected accident.

It can also be said that it is the fourth round of the game:

The star army that suddenly entered the game made the ambiguous military strength become erratic again, shaking the original overwhelming advantage of the praying city: the stars became the most important chips, and their attitude determined that the free alliance could give the city to the city. How much trouble it brings.

This puts Taylors on the cusp.

Once Taylors reached the black sand collar, it meant that the bargaining chip with the stars, and the initiative on the Western war, eventually fell to the hands of the king, he could let the stars retreat as soon as possible to end the war - or extend the war.

Decided to pray for the city to calculate the win or lose of this game.

To make matters worse, because of the departure of Taylors - the prince couldn't help but sigh - the relationship between the stubborn female grandfather and the vassal has re-emerged, and the dragon that was originally expected to send troops The city returned to a state of uncertainty.

So he can't sit back and watch.

Have to turn over the cards.

"However, twenty years ago, His Majesty, in the name of Exeter, went out to the Freedom League," Chaman sighed. "Now the Freedom League is once again alive, as his successor and nephew. How can I sit back and ignore it?"

The vassals of Longyan City heard the name of Nun’s majesty and looked at the face of King Chaman’s face.

"Why did the Freedom League inexplicably change at this time..."

Earl Linnah was indifferent and continued to play his eloquent power: "Like eighteen years ago, your father, the former black sand lord, was inexplicably surrounded by escorts, under your care, at The defeated soldiers of several stars lost their lives."

"Is there a count in your own heart?"

"The king of the prostitute without the bottom line?"

At that moment, the scorpion on the face of King Chaman shook slightly.

Listening to the vicious hint of the Earl of Linna, there was a dark sneer in the hall.

On the side of the king, Cambida and Croy's face were cold, and they were going to open their mouths, but they were stopped by Chaman's gesture.

Tyres silently looked at King Chaman, who said nothing. He looked at Lombard's stunned, unpredictable voice, and the alert and taboos in his heart deepened again.

"The lady said very clearly, and our meaning is very clear."

"This is just a local conflict, it is the house of the Grand Duke," Count Earl Kelkeguer screamed: "We have not called you, respect your majesty."

"Less self-love."

King Chaman frowned, and he nodded and silently.

As the three Earl of Longyan City joined the battlefield, and the women Dagong and Ian joined hands, the King seemed to have nothing to say.

until……

Ian raised an eyebrow and seemed to have found some confidence: "Now, Your Majesty, if you have nothing else..."

King Chaman jerked his head and looked at Ian with a pair of cold eyes.

Ian was shocked, and the words of the heirs of the far-away city seemed to have been stifled and did not say anything.

I saw His Majesty sneer and shook his head.

“Local conflict?”

The king raised his head gently, and Tyres noticed that the crimson gem in the center of his crown gave a slight reflection.

"But the stars have already stepped in, aren't they?"

King Chaman whispered softly: "So, I will confirm it again..."

"Katherel sent the army..."

I saw him slowly turning his head and looking back at the Star Prince:

"Is it true, come for the Freedom League?"

Everyone's face has changed.

Once again, the audience’s eyes all gathered on the stars.

Among them, Ian and Selma, Niely are especially.

In the face of Ian's anxious eyes, Selma's incomprehensible eyes, the anger of the comet's anger, Tyres looks as usual.

The prince took a deep breath, did not fluctuate, and looked calmly, spit out the word:

"Yes."

"The Star Kingdom believes that Exeter, represented by the city of Qiyuan, should not interfere violently... the internal affairs of the Freedom League."

"So, we sent troops to try to stop the possible conflict between the Freedom League and the city."

"That's it."

When the words came out, the hall was awesome!

Ian’s expression changed first.

"Tells," the Viscount of the Wind City in the city of Qiyuan was so angry that he said incredulously: "What are you kidding... Are you really... really standing on his side?"

You are not saying... say you don't know?

But now you...

How can this be?

Ian bitterly and anxiously looked at the prince of the stars, the muscles on his cheeks twitching.

Taylors did not speak.

In the next second, Ian slammed into the clothes and grabbed the clothes of Tyres!

Both Wyah and Rolf, who had been prepared, grabbed both and stood in front of Tyres.

Ian was going to go forward, but Monty behind him just waved his hand and firmly held his shoulder.

"Calm, Ian." The crow was cold and cold.

Ian couldn’t take any further breath, and it calmed down. He unknowingly opened Monty’s hand and bit his teeth, not swearing:

"Answer me, Tyres!"

Taylor closed his eyes and sighed.

"I have been standing with you, Ian," said the prince as if he hadn't seen Ian half-rejected and half-surprised, and said to himself: "Don't you think that you should hand over this to Chaman, pay Is it the best way to deal with the king who is loyal to you?"

The whole hall quietly looked at this scene, listening to the words of Tyres, many people frowned.

Ian looked at Tyres slyly, his face shook his head in pain: "You...you..."

Tyres didn't answer, and he was not shocked on the surface, just watching the air in front of him silently.

At that moment, even Selma slowly lowered his head, and his eyes were full of sorrow.

"It’s clear enough," Nazel looked cold and whispered to Brisbane: "We are holding this hostage, but they are connected to outsiders and play with applause."

Brisbane looked at Taylors far away and sighed slowly.

King Chaman smiled and his voice resounded in the hall:

"So, this is no longer a local conflict!"

"For the whole country of the dragon, the disrespect of the Freedom League will not be lightly let go," the King snorted, no longer looking at Tyres and Ian, who lost his soul. "This is not only the interest of the city." It is not just the face of Longyan City."

King Chaman’s voice is very light, but it is quite weighty.

He hung a smile of courage and irony, like a general who won the veteran, and opened his arms wide against the ugly aristocrats in the hall.

It seems as if half of the smiles of this life are to be used today.

King Chaman marched in the direction of the female grandfather and slowly said:

"So, as the king of the whole world of Exeter, I am here to announce-"

His words once again raised the hearts of many nobles.

"In order to stabilize the situation of the Freedom League, to shock our potential enemies, and for the long-lasting friendship between the Rumba family and the Ronnie family," I listened only to the chase and confidence of King Chaman, and in an unquestionable momentum, he spoke loudly:

"Black sand collar, will send reinforcements to the city of Qiyuan, conquer the Freedom League!"

The voice just fell, and the hall suddenly sounded an exclamation!

Selma looked at her regent inexplicably, but Brisbane was only bitter and her lips were tight.

Many vassals were indifferently observing and talking, but none of them understood the actions of King Chaman.

"Reinforcement? From the black sand to the praying city?"

Ian muttered.

There was confusion in Tyre's heart.

Black sand collar... send troops to Qiyuan City?

At that moment, Tyres frowned and thought, and his brain turned wildly.

Wait, what is the most important thing for Rumba at the moment, what is the most pressing problem?

That of course is...

In the next second, Tyres thought of the inside story.

He stared at King Chaman, his face dignified.

Six years.

Your means...

Still the same is so difficult.

Old friend.

The majestic voice of King Chaman once again said: "As I said, we are here to help..."

"Soon, from the northern plains to the tributaries of the Qiuxue River, from the sigh hills to the big needles of the East and West..."

"Every village, every castle, every landlocked aristocrat in the territory of the Black Sands will receive my call."

The king looked coldly at every poor aristocrat in the hall, especially to Brisbane and Ian for a special look:

"For Exeter, my vassals will bet their fame, donate money, recruit warriors, send sons, and come westward, witnessing the unbreakable black sand collar and the imperial city prison from the foolishness and ultimate defeat of the Freedom League. Friendship, witness how we love this great country together!"

As soon as this statement came out, the old-fashioned priests such as Brisbane and Nazaire were shocked together, and they looked at each other blankly!

They have understood the king's plan.

The hall slowly calmed down.

Ian Ronnie, who was struck by the accidental betrayal of Taylors, was staring at Chaman, and his brain was in chaos.

He, what is he doing?

Imitating Longyan City, justice earned a reputation!

No, my relatives can have a reputation.

Lose your own interests and help us settle the Freedom League?

how is this possible.

Still arrogant, want to use violence to win the city of Qiyuan?

Less likely.

An anger suddenly slammed into the chest of the Viscount.

"What does it mean?"

Ian’s face was distorted and couldn’t help but yell at Chaman’s king: “Seeking? Show it? Is it conditional negotiation? What do you want?”

King Chaman did not answer, but his smile was still there.

But Ian suddenly found out that many people looked at him sadly.

Ian’s heart was horrified.

The Honorable Count of the Windy City clenched his fists and turned to the King again. He was welcome: "Aid us? Hey, at this moment, who can you call?"

"The whole black sand collar is against you, against the tyrant who does not respect the tradition, against the **** decree!"

"Who will respond to your call!!"

The viscount of Camby, who was on the side of the king, snorted and seemed to be dissatisfied with the disrespectful tone of the other.

The Brisbane regent coughed softly.

"Lord Ian," Counted the Earl of Brisbane, who was seeing what he said: "You still don't understand?"

"This is exactly what he wants."

Ian gave a glimpse.

But then he understood it, and the Viscount’s face changed dramatically.

The next second, Ian stunned and stunned and sat down on the seat.

I will change the wrong word tomorrow (in fact, it is today), go to the bath and go to sleep (although I can't sleep for a long time).

(End of this chapter)