Chapter 327 Five Grand Dukes

"Hey, hey, hey, hehe..."

There was a lonely but harsh applause in the hall.

The nobles frowned and turned: The king was relaxed and relaxed, so he held his hands and gently applauded.

There was a discomfort in Tyler's heart: he remembered the **** dawn six years ago. At that time, Lombard did the same. He gently slammed his hand and stepped out of the murderous army. He won the victory and walked to him and his little slick.

"Really, thank you for reminding me, Ian Ronnie," King Chaman applauded, faintly said: "My vassals, there have been some minor commotions recently."

The king took a breath and spit it out slowly, watching the cold: "So this is a good opportunity, isn't it."

"I will give them a chance to serve the country, and it will be the right time."

Camby, behind the king, raised his arms and chuckled.

Ian slowly looked up and stared blankly at the king.

King Chaman did not speak, he just bent his mouth and revealed a cruel smile like a vulture.

"As stated by His Majesty," the second assistant to the pre-existing meeting of the Kingdom of Exeter, Viscount Kambida gently stepped forward: "Accept the prince of the stars to confirm... No, it should be after the emergence of the stars This is no longer a local conflict."

He opened his mouth and revealed a bright and relaxed smile: "It is no longer the loyalty of the free alliance that is no longer a breach of contract, not just the dispute between the Kingdom of Exeter and its small affiliates."

"As I said a few weeks ago to the Grand Duke of the Grand Duke in this hall," I only listened to Kambida slowly and succinctly: "In the face of Exeter's honor and disgrace, our internal disputes have become negligible."

Selma remembered the meeting a few weeks ago and suddenly turned white.

Cambida gently opened his hands and scorned: "Whether it is a small misunderstanding between the Grand Dukes, or the vassals' dissatisfaction with the King, they should stand by, isn't it?"

"This is the supreme name, the war of the country, and the great meaning that cannot be evaded in the covenant."

"Some vassals of the Black Sands, in front of such righteousness, if they dare to refuse the command of the majesty, they are not willing to recruit, they are not willing to mobilize, they are not willing to obey, if they are not willing to come..."

Viscount Canbida seemed to be happy to see the people in the city of Qiyuan. He shrugged and deliberately whispered: "Hey, hey, hehe-"

boom!

Behind Cambyda, he looked at his unhappy Kroais very early and cordially rang the head of the assistant consultant: "Speak well."

Viscount Canbida touched his head unscrupulously and said nothing.

But no one has noticed them anymore.

The sound of King Chaman re-emerged, this time is especially chilling:

"Northerners don't need cowards."

"Especially those people."

"Those who refused to let go of the internal disputes in front of the country’s righteousness refused to let go of their dissatisfaction with the king, refused to go out in full blood, and refused to die willingly--the cowards," the king looked around at the people in the hall. Look at the cold mans:

"There are any reasons for them to occupy the name of the nobility, the advantage of the title, and live in the world?"

"And as their lord, what reason do I have to soften them?"

There was a sigh of sighs in the hall, and an unwilling exhalation.

Taylors stared at it all, and his heart was heavy.

Use the name against foreign enemies to eradicate dissidents...

As a ruler, you are really straightforward, Rumba.

Ian looked sad for a while.

The next moment, as if hit by a thousand-pound carriage, he swayed.

The death crow frowned and supported him.

But the next second, Ian raised his head and looked angry.

"You won't succeed."

"Your vassals, they are all aristocrats, elites, with their support and allegiance, the Lombard family can sit firmly in the seat of the Grand Duke," he almost bite his teeth, even the respect for the king does not matter. :

"And now, if you want to cut them, think that they will sit on the castle of Rumba and rush into their castle, steal their wealth, and deprive them of their title? You think that the soldiers who are loyal to you can really cope with the whole black. Sand collar..."

However, it was the sneer of the king who interrupted him.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha..."

This second, King Chaman gently twisted his neck and looked at the female grandfather on the steps.

The comet frowned and stopped in front of Selma without showing weakness. The hatred in the eyes never diminished.

Looking at the other side's appearance as an enemy, Chaman Wang narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

"I didn't tell you?"

"Reconstructing the tower, Dagong has already stated that once the stars really intervene in the free alliance... then he will never stand by."

His words made many nobles nervous again.

"Pacius Tluedida is well-informed and he is very happy to send troops to help pray for the city."

"He and his army will come to the black sand collar to meet me and meet the soldiers of the Lombard family."

King Chaman’s words are very slow, almost whispering one word at a time: “Then we will come back and see what traitors are in the black sand collar and are unwilling to contribute to the country.”

Ian stopped again.

what?

Reconstruction tower and black sand collar together?

That means……

"Rebuilding the tower, Tluedida?" Ian thought of something and sighed.

He finally closed his eyes in pain: "The bastard."

“Rebuilding the tower is up to us,” Cambida added with a smile: “Of course I understand our minds best.”

Taylors rubbed his brows deeply, remembering the image of the pot, his eyes flashing, and his arrogant aristocrats.

Rebuilding the tower.

Passus Tluedida.

Even at the most urgent moment in the Yingling Palace, at the moment when Ronnie, Aurelius and Rumba’s battle was at their fingertips, they were only holding a short knife and safely hiding in the distant Dagong.

He.

Has it been reversed to Lombard?

"You have calculated it from the beginning, right?" Ian turned gray: "When you issue a new decree, the black sand collar family first objected..."

King Chaman and his two subordinates looked at him with cold eyes.

"You are determined to use this war against the Freedom Alliance to clean your vassals?"

Do not.

Ian thought desperately in his heart:

How did that happen?

At the other end of the hall, the mission of Qiyuan City was immersed in a mourning.

The six Earl of Longyan City stared at King Chaman, and the prudence and jealousy in his eyes were unprecedented.

Ian stunnedly said: "You don't care how your vassals will oppose your decree. Don't care if they will contact foreigners like Qiyuan City, because you didn't want to play this political game with them."

"Even, the Freedom League is not aimed at dragging the city, not to weaken the foreign aid of the opponents..."

King Chaman’s expression focused on the crowd in the hall and seemed to be watching an interesting drama.

"You don't even care if Longyan City sends troops. It doesn't care about the outcome of the war. It doesn't matter whether the city of Qiyuan can speed up."

"From the very beginning, you made up your mind," Ian muttered to himself: "To use the most direct, rude, and easiest way, to get rid of the disobedient old vassals."

"What you lack is just a name, a reason, a written on the co-administration vows, will not arouse the public anger, the least consequence, the excuse of the emperor ..." He bitterly bite the next sentence:

"For example... fight for the country, or clean up the traitors."

Ian looked desperately at Tells, but the prince just shook his head.

The Viscount Lord sat down on the seat and no longer looked at anyone.

It is like a defeated fighter on the Colosseum.

I can't afford it.

The death ravens around Ian sighed softly, and the dead eyes passed over Tyres.

Brisbane sighed heavily: "So, your majesty, if your vassals accept the call, it means huge expenses and countless manpower, and expedition to the West means more people, strength, children, supplies, rear Put the lifeblood of these nobles into your hands."

Brisbane shook his head: "However, if they refuse to call, you have the right and reason to use the power and strength of the Lombard family and the rebuilding tower to deprive them of their title in the name of others who cannot be dissenting, even Cleaning their family."

"Realize the black sand collar into one of your own."

The regent sighed in a low voice: "Yes, kneel."

Tyres looked at Ian's thoughts and looked at it. He looked at Brisbane's seemingly old-fashioned face and his heart was blank.

He knows this feeling, he has experienced it, and he will never forget it.

What is really terrible for the prostitute is that he does not move, but the horror of a shocking earthquake: the **** siege before the Broken Dragon Fortress, the horror blow in the night of the disaster...

As always, as fast as thunder, direct, rude, cruel, decisive, effective.

Only the horror and remorse are left to the enemy.

King Chaman snorted: "They are not without choice."

King Chaman turned his eyes and confronted the old Brisbane.

"They can choose to loyal to the king, follow the decree, and choose to continue to love Exeter, then they are all happy."

The king is cold and fluent, and his sharp eyes seem to hide the irresistible edge: "Not instead of secretly interacting with the forces outside of them, they hope to escape their destiny."

"Of course, this also gives those who put their hands into my place, and the nosy people send a warning - to be safe, or to come to you." With this sentence, King Chaman once again glanced at the hall in the cold. Everyone.

It is like a beast that patrols the territory.

The iron fist emblem on behalf of the Lombard family on his robe is so glaring at this moment.

In addition to the nobles, if there is no, the rate is not the same, the hall is silent.

Tyres silently looked at the stunned Ian, and his heart rose.

The Regency of Regency first sighed slightly, then looked solemnly: "You have no plans to stay at all, and there is no shame and bottom line of the nobility, right?"

"Chaman Rumba?"

"Mende, Devinson, Peruno, Ica, Black Sand, these familiar Northland families, these have been loyal to the blood of the insurrection king since the Nakaru era, loyal to the Rumba family, hundreds of history The famous surname of the last millennium," Brisbane deplores the earthly: "They thought that as usual, if they jointly forced the palace, they would be able to force the Lord to take back the life and prevent you from expanding your power..."

"But they met you."

"Before your cruel means, under the command of your absence, they will either admit your decree, bow down and compromise, and bow down..."

"Either..."

Brisbane can't say anything.

With a hint of embarrassment and sorrow, the words of Brisbane also caused the aristocrats to be amazed.

Tyres slowly breathed out and fell into meditation:

In Longyan City, Selma struggled with the identity of the female prince, and maintained a little prestige in exchange for the cooperation and obedience of the vassals.

In the black sand collar, Rumba is the nickname of the prostitute and the changer. The knife and the axe are ruthless, and the road is cleaned with blood, leaving the bows and obedience of the vassals.

Which party is better?

King Chaman’s left hand pressed his old sword and smiled coldly.

“There are a lot of people who want to serve the country, and a large part of them don’t have land and knights.” Even in the midsummer, the king’s voice seems to be chilling, saying that the nobles are shuddering:

"In this world, there are still too many people who occupy high positions and have a vegetarian meal."

Brisbane closed his eyes and did not answer.

The hall was quiet for a long time.

The counties of Longyan City showed their demeanor in the face of the female grandfather, and did not reveal the dignified look of half.

"My God," Earl of Hearst paled: "What a king this is."

"The worst king," Earl Linna squinted her fingers: "The one that sucks."

"Hey," Cotterson shook his head disdainfully, but his eyes were full of fear: "Scum."

The Count of Nazer looked at the king silently, but he occasionally turned his eyes to Prince Teres in the corner, thoughtfully.

"Long Yucheng, now you understand."

King Chaman did not care about the people in Longyan City who spoke about his words: "If you pray that the city really wants to draw you, so that you can continue to smash my territory, some unwise idiots are against me..."

The king looked up and looked at the highest seat.

The girl who has been staring at him quietly but has not said a word for a long time.

"Unfortunately," King Chaman smirked his mouth in a pleasant mood. "Because that is no longer meaningful."

Ian lowered his head and looked at his knees, squinting at the surrounding eyes.

"You don't have to mix this war," King Chaman shook his head. "The black sand collar has taken over."

At that moment, the three men brought by the black sand stood in the hall, as if they were their home.

The vassals of Longyan City re-tightened their fists, and they were unwilling and unwilling to burn in their hearts.

"No matter how long the war of the Freedom League will last."

The expression of the king looked awkward: "The results on the board are already doomed."

Tyres shook his head.

You seized the opportunity, Rumba.

You got what you want.

Then...

From this moment on, Tyres fixedly stared at King Chaman.

What is your return?

In the next second, King Chaman seemed to have sensed the eyes of Tyres. He turned his head and looked at the prince who was expressionless and gradually cautious, and frowned slightly.

Taylor still stared at him coldly.

The king's lips squinted upwards.

King Chaman exhaled a long breath: "As for the prince, don't bother to send him to the faraway city, send him to the black sand collar. - As a true mediator with the stars, I will entertain Prince Teres. This is logical."

Taylor closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, Ming was in the Hall of Heroes in Walton, in the heroic hall of Nakaru, but King Chaman was like a real master, arrogantly pointing to the vassals of the audience:

"Is there anything else?"

No one answered.

"Really want to go to the black sand collar?" Wye looked at Rolf with a big change: "This..."

Taylor smirked in the corner and whispered the two men behind him: "Calm, not finished yet."

I called him - the prince silently said: It is not ready to go to the black sand to be a guest.

He noticed that Nimule's eyes were getting colder and colder.

From the beginning, the sight of the comet has never left the prince.

It seems to know the role of Taylors in it.

The hall was quiet and no one spoke.

In the chill of the king, everyone is thinking about the consequences of a sudden accident.

The game between the praying city and the black sand collar seems to have seen the result. Where should Longcheng City go?

Until a crisp and nice voice, it sounded abruptly:

"Yes."

King Chaman’s expression moved slightly and turned to him that he thought there would be no unexpected directions.

I saw the name of the supreme ruler of Longyan City, Selma Walton lowered his head, delicate and weak:

"As you said, kneel down."

"I will not send Prince Tell to the west and send it to the city."

The group of ministers of Longyan City frowned.

King Chaman’s expression of approval: “You are a smart girl.”

But the next moment, the female grandfather suddenly stood up:

"But you listened, Chaman."

"He won't go to pray for the city," in the eyes of the people who were puzzled and surprised, the woman's expression was severe and her voice turned sharply: "But he will not go to the black sand collar."

Tyres smiled.

Yes.

She is a smart girl.

King Chaman gave a slight glimpse.

"Thales is a guest of Longyan City. This is the common agreement of the six Grand Dukes in this hall six years ago," Selma said coldly:

"He stayed in Longyan City and wouldn't go anywhere."

"Anywhere!"

King Chaman’s face was cold again.

Just like six years ago.

But beyond the expectations of the king, the girl who shivered under his gaze six years ago, but now has a steady expression and strong eyes.

In the silent confrontation, the Viscount Kambida frowned, but Crowey smiled.

"The joint agreement of the six Grand Dukes?"

King Chaman snorted: "You are naughty, girl."

“Not only that,” Selma shook his head indifferently: “You still need to know one thing.”

"No matter what your attitude towards the city, no matter what your attitude, Longyan City will send troops to conquer the Freedom League. Just like my father and father had personally settled the Freedom League 20 years ago, this is the responsibility of the Walton family. The dignity of Longyan City."

She stretched her face and said with a strong voice: "It won't change because of a person - whether he is a king or a beggar."

The atmosphere in the hall was completely cold.

The counts looked at the confrontation between the king and the female grandfather in a complicated mood.

King Chaman regained his sword and licked his lips, and Selma looked at him without shrinking.

Finally, after a few breaths, the king smiled coldly.

"An unmarried girl, is this going to bear the honor of a dragon gun?" King Chaman looked around: "You are rich in experience, the vassals who are in power, do they agree?"

I saw Selma move forward and his expression changed: "My vassals, each of them..."

"All support my decision."

Under the eyes of the king, the princes of Longyan City frowned and looked at each other again and again.

At this time, the Regency of Responsive did not hesitate to step forward.

"The will of the female grandfather is our mission," Earl of Brisbane said coldly: "She said that Prince Teres will not go to the black sand collar."

"Then he won't go," his old colleague, Nazer, sighed softly: "The problem is solved."

Earl Cotson also snorted.

"Ms. also said, we are going to help the city, and kiss the relatives," Cotterson sneered. "Then we will sharpen the axe and bring a sword."

King Chaman frowned, and he looked up at the high point of Selma - the female Dagong still looked at him with determination and his eyes were still moving.

Earl of Hearst looked at the female grandfather and focused on it: "The attitude of the lady is the attitude of Long Yucheng."

"No matter which **** king gave us a **** command."

"If the king had something to breed, he could take his army and dog legs to the city of Longyan to deprive us of the title," Count Linna sneered. "Who knows, maybe I will offer it."

Kerke Korge looked cold and his words were short and clear: "Welcome to Longyan City, Your Majesty."

With the words of the female prince and the count, the vassals of Longyan City completed the unification of opinions in the confrontation.

They looked at the king with the same cold and bad eyes.

"You heard them," Selma looked at King Chaman coldly. "Is there any doubt, sire?"

For the first time, King Chaman looked at the girl seriously.

Just like looking at a weapon.

"Really good, girl." He whispered.

I saw King Chaman with a deep chill and whispered: "But about six years ago, the six grand cohorts agreed, you still said something wrong, girl."

In the next second, King Chaman turned to Tyres, revealing a strange expression.

Tyres unconsciously squeezed tightly.

Selma took a moment: "What?"

King Chaman waved his arm and turned sharply, facing the doubtful eyes in the entire hall.

"How do I remember," the chilly bitter voice of the king echoed between the columns: " Six years ago, in this hall, the really legitimate, reasonable, orthodox grandfathers..."

“Only five people?”

Selma’s expression froze.

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(End of this chapter)