Amidst a scream of excitement and restlessness, the first day of the Round Table Parliament finally came to an end; leaving only a few hundred incredible knights outside the gates in a state of confusion, they still could not believe the results they heard.

According to some "old saying", the coronation of the new duke must begin at dawn and end at noon, and at the same time announce the start of the banquet and entertain all guests present.

So in a certain "destroyer" it sounds like those knights are saying-quickly get rid of this troublesome thing, and then let us drink to death and sleep again, and it will be correct for tomorrow.

The crowd gathered on the stairs began to disperse, and the twelve knight lords with complicated expressions also left in turn. Almost everyone's eyes stayed on the dark-haired wizard for a long time.

Or seriousness, or respect, or anger, sigh, hate, disdain, shame, melancholy ... all kinds.

But Loren, who has not yet fully understood the situation, can only give an awkward smile.

He couldn't help sighing until the silhouette on the stairs was sparse.

"how are you feeling?"

Charlotte stood on the stairs, staring at the embarrassed dark-haired wizard with a smile of triumphant smile: "Someone who claimed to be‘ uninterested ’now becomes the Duke of Byrne;

Oops, suddenly changed from a high-level wizard to a muddy vulgar! "

Shaking his head with a sigh, the dark-haired wizard couldn't help but ask: "Let me be the Duke, is this your wonderful plan to win?"

"Yes, I have to thank you for the plan."

"Thank you?" There were so many shocks that the dark-haired wizard was too lazy to roll his eyes.

"Do whatever you can, do whatever you want, and even betray someone you trust at a critical moment ... someone's words, isn't it?"

With his hands folded behind him, Charlotte snorted on the soles of his feet and stepped down the stairs; the eyes of the bright stars with a deep meaning, facing the black wizard face:

"Betray my most trusted person at a critical moment ... who is my most trusted person?"

The expressionless Loren looked at her eyes, his throat twitched, and said nothing.

"Speak ... I will ask you a question."

"Sorry, I thought this was a question ... self-ask."

"……Humph."

It was just a blink of time for Loren, the countess had disappeared from him; when she looked back, her footsteps were already ten steps away.

"Loren." Charlotte, standing at the bottom of the stairs with his back to the dark-haired wizard, suddenly murmured a little, and he seemed a little guilty in his voice:

"I know that you didn't take the initiative to be this duke, but I have no choice; I can only choose to believe you, unconditionally ... believe you."

The black-haired wizard raised his eyebrows and pretended not to look at her leisurely.

"So, don't let me disappoint you." Charlotte suddenly smiled: "The adults of Byrne treat you as an outsider, and maybe a few may not take you into your eyes, so ... … "

"Give them some great look!"

The next second, the countess panicked away quickly.

Waiting for the Countess to go away, Andrew McCafferty, who was standing aside, came forward and tentatively asked, "That, Duke ..."

"You can just call me Loren." The black-haired wizard twitched his expression, and had a headache when he thought of it.

"Then ... Lord Loren, shall we go back?"

Looking at his guard, the black-haired wizard hesitated.

"Wait ... no, forget it." Loren shook his head. "You go back first. If Little Yoder is still there, tell him not to wait. I have to see someone."

See someone?

McAfee was a little confused, but turned around and left—this is also a good habit he has stayed for many years as a mercenary. Don't ask if you shouldn't.

The dark-haired wizard walked along the promenade, following the route of the last "encounter" with Ayton Glenwell.

Sure enough ... At the end of the corridor, a familiar figure was sitting there, silently staring at the oil painting on the wall, motionless.

"Why are you sitting here alone?"

"Loren?" Charles raised his head in amazement, a smile on his tired face barely:

"I haven't congratulated you yet, Lord Loren Turin-a non-Countess who can become the master of Byrne, you are the second in hundreds of years."

Compared to the steward of the Red Blood Castle during the daytime, he now looks somewhat decadent.

The dark-haired wizard did not answer him, but sat silently beside Charles.

Quiet night, silent promenade, old oil paintings ... the silent two sat down together, enjoying the tranquility of this moment as if their hearts were unabashed.

"Are you particularly lost now?"

The dark-haired wizard suddenly opened his eyes and turned to his side.

"Lost ... why?"

"Because the current situation is not what you want." Loren said in a word: "If I were Charles Grenwell, I would immediately pull out the dagger in my arms and give this **** wizard A cool heart! "

Charles stunned, and his right hand held his chest subconsciously; but just the next second, he saw the dark eyes watching him, calm as water.

With his right hand falling, Charles, who sighed reluctantly, smiled bitterly: "When did you find out?"

"I didn't find it." Loren shook his head and took out the envelope given to him by Little Yoder in his right hand: "You told me yourself."

"Me, myself?"

"You and your brother planned very cleverly. The Jodhpur Chamber of Commerce is my blind spot ... but it's a pity that there is someone next to me who knows the Jodhpur Chamber of Commerce. He can dig out clues from a mess of bills."

Charles lowered his head and stared at the envelope in his hand: "I should have thought about it ... Little Yoder."

"No, this can only let me know that someone has cheated in the round table council, but can't tell me who did it." Loren turned to her and stared at his eyes:

"It is impossible to know that you are the mastermind of the plan, and even Ayton Glenwell may not find him being used by his brother who despised him."

Charles squeezed the corner of his mouth tightly, his shoulders loose.

"Ayton Grenwell is your first step. You let me" encounter "him on the promenade and borrowed my hand to let the Grenwell family's plan to marry thoroughly break through;"

"You know very well, it is impossible for me, representing Brandon's interests, to watch this happen."

"The trouble in the Round Table Parliament is your second step; the counts, headed by Count Angut, who are passionate and hateful to the empire, will definitely drive me out; people are not in the lobby, and I do n’t want to do anything. Maybe; "

"Finally ... Although I do n’t know how you did it, it should n’t have happened that the letter was sent when the meeting was in progress; you withdrew the letter of help from the Principality of Poi and used it as a placard, so that the Round Table Council would not bid No choice, the new Duke must be elected immediately. "

"Moreover, this Duke can never be Charlotte Turin." Loren said in a deep voice:

"You know her too well, Charlotte takes dignity as everything-she refused Ayton's proposal, and she would not be able to agree to the second one; besides, she was very clear that if she agreed, she would end up in Red Blood Castle This fat caused a civil war between the counts! "

"So, she can only give in to the duke; this is your purpose, right?"

Silent Charles looked at him ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ neither admitted nor denied.

"This ... is the place that confuses me the most."

The dark-haired wizard turned his eyes to the oil painting on the wall and sighed: "I don't understand; the contradiction between you and Ayton Glenwell is not fake. You have lived in Red Blood Castle since childhood, to Turin The feeling of the family must be higher than that of the Glenwell family, and you really care about Charlotte's feelings. "

"So why ... I really want to know why you are so desperate and want to destroy her only wish of this life? You should know better than everyone, how much she sacrificed for this ideal."

Squeezing the corner of his mouth, Charles said nothing.

Loren stared at him, staring at him, waiting for an answer.

"... no reason."

Charles's voice trembled a little, his throat twitching:

"I just ... just wanted to guard her well."