As the priest's trembling voice fell, the atmosphere was suppressed again.

The silence of the thirteen knight lords standing in front of the round table made the knights in the hall a little nervous; the sudden silence made the original sacred ceremony a little stranger.

Charlotte, standing at the forefront of the round table, suddenly tightened his hands, and his breath was short.

Even if these counts were forced by the immediate pressure and their persecution, they had to choose to agree at the time; but one night ... they had time to rethink.

Even now, they still have the opportunity to repent ... but the consequence is Byrne ’s civil war, and the involvement of the heavenly palace in mediation, and the final result may be that the Turin family can no longer regain the glory of the past.

And the little man hiding behind the twelve counts who used all the fears and worries to thwart this last hope. He still hasn't been able to find him ...

How much pressure is Loren being forced to stand on the cusp of the storm?

The countess hesitated to raise her eyes, but was shocked to find that the expression of the dark-haired wizard was extremely leisurely, as if the tension in front of him had nothing to do with him.

That's right, everything is over.

At the moment in the hall, only Loren may be the most aware of what the "behind the scenes" are doing now; if he hadn't made an agreement in advance, he wouldn't stand here presumptuously.

As for these counts ... they were just reluctant to stand up first and swear allegiance to an outsider who didn't know them at all.

But Loren was not worried. It was them, not themselves, who continued to consume so much shame. It was the joint decision of the Round Table Council to recommend themselves as the Duke of Bayern, and hundreds of Bayern knights outside the gate were all knew.

They have no choice at all.

Finally ... in a pair of shocked eyes, with a smile on the corner of the mouth, the polite Ayton Grenwell came out first, and nodded slightly toward the surprised Charlotte.

Then he knelt in front of Loren Turin on one knee and looked up at the dark eyes:

"The Glenwell family at Stormburgh is loyal to you, Duke Loren Turin!"

The next second, the Bane knights who held their breath, saw the lords from the south walk out of their seats one by one, kneeling on one knee in front of the dark-haired wizard.

"The Ramallos family of Lake City is loyal to you, Duke Loren Turin!"

"The Gareth family of Rainbow Bridge is loyal to you, Duke Loren Turin!"

"The Gallihus family of the Petronas Twins is loyal to you, Duke Loren Turin!"

A loud tremor shouted throughout the hall, like the last straw overwhelming the camel; the counts at the round table no longer hesitated and entangled.

"Bossival looking at the peak ..."

"Saralde at the Fort of Spears ..."

"Rigrel of White Horse Peak ..."

"Irandil of the Broken Sword Tower ..."

"Boss of the Faithful Soul ..."

...... In the solemn atmosphere, the knight lords knelt down one by one, and finally the Earl of Angert in the Rock Fortress, and the Earl of Eckert in the Fury Fortress finally chose to meet this one they had just met. Black-haired wizard swears allegiance.

"The Torino family of the Red Blood Castle is loyal to you, Duke Loren Turin!" Charlotte knelt down on one knee like a knight with his head raised, his smile on his good face.

80% of her laughed in her heart ... Sighing secretly, Loren guessed.

Seeing the ceremony going smoothly, the trembling trainee priest couldn't help but squeezed cold sweat;

"So, under the testimony of the Holy Cross, under the joint recommendation of the 13 knights of Byrne, that is, Loren Turin, crowned Red Blood Fort, is the Duke of Byrne!"

"May the blood of the Turin family be long, and the heroic spirits of the cavalier kings forever will bless the people in this land, and the glory of the Holy Cross will always shine on this land of knights and wine--"

After reading the oath, the trainee priest bowed respectfully to Loren deeply, and finally took a sigh of relief and quickly retreated to the side.

At the same time, as the priest withdrew, Earl Angut, who was kneeling on the ground, slowly rose, and his cold, sharp eyes shot straight at the dark-haired wizard under the coat of arms.

Looking at his expression, Loren couldn't help sighing again.

Should come, still come ...

I saw that the old man took a full glass of wine from the knight on the side, walked silently to Loren, and raised his eyebrows with a sneer.

"Don't be nervous, boy." Earl Angut snorted and brought the glass to Loren's eyes: "Relax, since I have agreed, I will never regret it."

"Angut of Shanyanbao is not that careful Bosival, but also specially made a golden washbasin to toss people!"

Looking at the wine glass in front of him, Loren barely smiled.

Well, at least it looks like a "normal" wine glass.

"I'm a happy person, I don't like those vain ones." The old man squeezed the glass into Loren's hand: "Drinking it, our grievances will be cancelled out."

"On the battlefield, people with their own Angut's family are born and die, and sell their lives for you!"

Looking at the old man's informal expression, like a loyal elder; Loren no longer hesitated, picked up the glass and drank it.

Then he regretted ...

It was n’t wine at all, it was lava plus sulfuric acid ... As soon as half a glass of wine entered the throat, the expression of the black-haired wizard began to distort, and a line of fire ran down the throat directly into the body, and the blood was uncontrollable like boiling. Now!

Red-faced Loren lowered his head, and he saw a very treacherous smile on the face of a "loyal elder".

"How's it, kid?" Angut looked at him, and the corner of his mouth was almost grinning. "But this is our specialty from Shanyanbao-Husha, sour grapes are brewed with giant blood. Good things. "

"It's so acid that it loses its teeth. It's bitter like sand. It's terrible to die! But one thing ... this wine is stronger than the red blood of your spirit family!"

Looking at the smug old man, Loren, whose entire face was twisted into a ball, couldn't even laugh, and his forehead was sweating, and he used his last effort to raise the glass in his hand.

The next second, Count Angut turned around immediately, his expression calm:

"Long live Duke Loren, long live Byrne, God Bless Turin--!"

Thunderous roars sounded, and hundreds of shouts broke out throughout the hall:

"Long live Duke Loren, long live Byrne, God bless Turin ----- !!!!!!"

The deafening sounds were rolling one after another, and the mountains called tsunami, which stretched from the hall all the way out, and "rolled" back to the hall like a wave from the door.

At this moment, Loren Turin, who was standing under the coat of arms, looked expressionless and looked at the faces with extreme excitement. The whole world was completely isolated from himself in the cry, everything became so unreal , Not real, but within reach.

Like a dream, like smoke like a mirror.

Until a sudden note sounded, he was awakened from the dream.

The cry stopped abruptly, and the strange horn sound came from the door; the knights in the hall were stunned, turning their eyes subconsciously outside the door.

"What's that voice?" Count Ramallos of Lake City looked back and looked at several equally confused counts: "Is there any other lord of the family who is not present?"

Earl Eckert, who was also confused, frowned, and suddenly his eyes widened: "Wait! This sound could not be ..."

"It's really ... a grand scene ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ A crisp but majestic scene, with a kind of childish words, sounded from the door:

"The last similar scene was my father's time ... in the legendary story of the Black Duke that he would never tire of ..."

Under the guard of two guard knights, the skinny boy stepped into the hall of the palace of Red Blood Castle like no one else.

The halls of hundreds of knights, but no one spoke; all eyes were staring at the teenager.

Wearing a black cloak, a long sword hanging from the waist, standing at the round table with a dignified and solemn expression, he looked at the dark-haired wizard several times taller than him:

"It doesn't look like I'm here ... right?"

"On the contrary, you came at the right time." The dark eyes and the bright silver eyes of the eyes looked at each other, and Loren raised the corner of his mouth slightly:

"Welcome to visit Byrne ... Lord of Elleman, His Excellency Duke Julie Wiltz!"