The gaze of Viscount Alston wandered around Colin for a long time.

But soon, he showed a sincere smile: "Viscount Anglia, you have made a correct decision! The Duke of Saint-Pros is a generous and benevolent lord, and an object worthy of your allegiance!"

Colin seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, and quickly held Viscount Alston's hand, and kept expressing gratitude.

Viscount Alston looked at Colin, whose attitude had suddenly become extremely flattering, and a sense of disdain inevitably rose in his heart.

After a few more casual words, Viscount Alston dismissed Colin.

Coming to the buffet table, Viscount Alston delivered a few exquisite desserts to the entrance, and then saw a familiar figure passing by him.

"Prince William...Oh, sorry, it should be Lord Medewin now."

William, who had just been canonized as Duke Medwyn by Queen Elsa, also hurriedly smiled and saluted Viscount Alston.

The two have met several times, and they are considered acquaintances.

"Your Excellency, welcome to Silvermoon City again!"

"Haha, I'm also an old guest of Silvermoon City. It's just that every time I come, the changes here are a bit big, especially this time."

There was a slight embarrassment on Duke Modywin's face.

The changes in Silvermoon City these days are indeed too great.

He has also changed from the former Prince William to the current Duke Medewin.

"It's a bit big...but don't worry. Our hospitality to our distinguished guests is still as warm as in the past."

"Oh? So, there will be a beautiful half-elf slave girl in my room tonight as usual?"

"certainly!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, very ambiguous.

"It seems that you are doing pretty well now." Viscount Alston said with a smile.

"It's okay..." Duke Medewin's face showed a little unnaturalness.

Viscount Alston turned the wine glass in his hand and suddenly said coldly: "William, we are old friends. Tell me the truth, are you really willing to be a duke?"

Duke Medewin's heart was shocked, and then he looked around for a few moments, and he was relieved to see that no one noticed the two of them.

"Your Excellency, I... how could I not be reconciled? Her Majesty the Queen is kind to the Modiwen family..."

Viscount Alston chuckled and said with disdain: "What queen? Their Miller family is just a usurper. When will they qualify as a half-elf royal family?"

Duke Modywin was even more embarrassed.

Because the words of Viscount Auston scolded them too.

After all, for the former half-elf royal family Savoy, their Medivun family is also a usurper.

Looking at the silent Duke Medewin, Viscount Auston had already thought about it.

He understood that William was also unwilling, but he did not dare to resist the pressure of the Miller family and the North.

Therefore, he felt that he should stimulate the other party again.

"William, the Marquis of Vincent told me before he came that the Mediwyn family is the best partner of the Saint-Pros family, and the only family qualified to control the half-elf kingdom."

Duke Modywin suddenly raised his head and looked at Viscount Auston with piercing eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say it after a few whistles.

Viscount Alston was disappointed.

He had known that William was cowardly and stupid, but the Modiwen family was here now, and this guy was still the same.

"William, tell me, do you want to regain the throne that belongs to the Mediwyn family?"

Speaking of which, Duke Medewin could no longer avoid it.

He finally nodded and made a mosquito-like voice: "Yes."

"Very good!" The corners of Viscount Alston's mouth curled up slightly, "Then, tell me, what happened in the queen's palace?"

Duke Medewin told him all about what he knew.

Viscount Alston was a little disappointed after listening.

Because what Duke Medewin told was the version he heard from Evan, it was not as convincing as Colin's version.

"What kind of person do you think Viscount Anglia is?" Viscount Alston asked again.

"He...smart, strong, and capable... Even Her Majesty Queen Aisha obeyed him."

"Really?"

"Yes. In fact, it was Viscount Anglia who asked me to take the initiative to cede the throne to Aisha."

Viscount Alston rubbed his moustache, and suddenly frowned: "So, Viscount Anglia now has great control over Silvermoon City?"

"Yes. It can even be said that he is the real master of Silvermoon City. Many half-elf nobles know that if something goes to Her Majesty the Queen, it may not be resolved, but as long as Viscount Angele nods, there will be absolutely no obstacle. "

"Really?" Viscount Alston's face became more solemn, "Why does Queen Aisha be so obedient to him? Doesn't she know that the Black Cavalry has been annihilated in Shadow Canyon?"

"Of course I do. But..." Duke Medewin hesitated.

Viscount Alston stretched out his right hand, pressed it on the opponent's shoulder, and squeezed hard, and said in a deep voice: "William, don't worry. The 100,000 army of the Marquis of Vincent is about to arrive in Silvermoon City, and we will be your solid backing. , So you don’t have to be afraid of anything!"

Hearing the army of one hundred thousand, Duke Medewin's expression changed a little.

After a while, he seemed to have finally made up his mind, and whispered: "Your Excellency, there is actually a remnant of the Black Cavalry who fled to Silvermoon City. It is precisely this kind of military force that makes Viscount Angele Become the true master of this city."

Viscount Alston suddenly widened his eyes and asked anxiously: "The remnants of the Black Cavalry? How did they come? How many people are there?"

"It is said that it came around from the north of the Shadow Mountains. There are a total of eight thousand people."

Viscount Alston narrowed his eyes, with some doubts in his heart.

He actually knew that a part of the black cavalry was not blocked in the Shadow Canyon, but managed to escape.

However, he thought that this remnant black cavalry army would definitely escape back to the north.

Unexpectedly, they still came to Silvermoon City~lightnovelpub.net~ Moreover, Colin had never mentioned the existence of this army to him just now.

Thinking of this, Viscount Auston raised his head and looked in the direction of Colin.

There, Colin was talking and laughing with Queen Aisha in a very intimate manner.

"Allegiance to the east?" Viscount Alston sneered and muttered to himself, "but Viscount Angele, your loyalty seems to have some reservations."

"Your Excellency, what are you talking about?" Duke Medewin asked carefully.

"It's nothing." Viscount Alston took back his gaze and no longer focused on Colin. Instead, he smiled and said to Duke Mediwyn, "William, trust me. As long as the Marquis's army arrives in Silvermoon City, all the intrigues and tricks All will be gone. And your Medivun family will also regain the throne of the half-elf throne!"

Lord Modywin flushed with excitement, suppressing his inner ecstasy, and whispered:

"Thank you for the grace of the Saint-Pros family! The Modiwin family will always remember it!"