Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 42: Grand Duke and vassals

The moment Nazaire uttered the last word, the whole hall of heroes plunged into a strange atmosphere:

Neither the half-half silence nor the turbulent hustle and bustle of the crowd, but the nobles on the side of the hall whispered and whispered in twos and threes. In the seemingly non-existent hum, they raised their heads from time to time, using weird Alienated eyes glanced at the grandpa on the seat. m. The most mobile phone traffic, no ads site.

Like thousands of insects and ants, hidden in the tall and solid wooden beams all pervasively. The sound of rustling and biting the invading beams makes people feel irritable. Without a trace.

In the throne of the Grand Duke, Selma's expression froze on her face.

Although the girl had anticipated the treacherous atmosphere of the last political day, as well as the reminders of Lisban and Thales or bluntly or sidestruck, the girl had already expected it, but when this moment really came, the grand duke still couldn’t help being all over. tight.

Like a veil of concealer, it was finally removed mercilessly.

Tyles listened to the whispers in his ear and looked at the girl's expression, feeling unspeakable in his heart.

Risban, who was sitting at the head of the Grand Duke, had a sullen face, his eyelids drooping, and a hint of coldness came out from it, as if he was about to smash the icy eaves.

"Earl Nazaire," for a long while, the expressionless girl slowly let out a crisp but cold voice: "This is your suggestion? My marriage? For Longxiao City?"

The moment she spoke, the whispers in the Hall of Heroes disappeared.

It's like an ant that stops biting and hides.

Nazer quietly looked at the girl who looked at him coldly, without a trace of fluctuation in her eyes.

"This is what it should be," the old count said lightly: "You know, Walton's bloodline must continue, just like the marriage of the hero Sara and Princess Renee, continuing the rule of Dragon City ."

"The Walton family also needs a legal and orthodox heir and male heir to comfort the restless vassals and frighten our opponents-telling the outside world: Longxiao City is under sufficient protection. Stable as before."

Nazer is still calm, but every time he says a word, the whispers in the hall lose one point, and the girl's face is also pale.

"For this reason, I suggest that you can choose a young, promising, and responsible man as your husband among your vassals and their equally noble and loyal families."

Count Nazaire has a serious face: "As the father of your future child, as the father of the future Dragonlance family noble."

The Grand Duke did not answer immediately.

But Thales felt that the girl's eyes shifted toward him subconsciously, but she abruptly stopped halfway, focusing on the floor tiles in the center of the hall.

That is the floor tile belonging to the Palace of Valor, and it is still strong after thousands of years.

"So, you think I am a woman," Selma whispered, "Actually, I am not qualified to sit in this seat and inherit everything from Duke Longxiao City?"

Her voice gradually disappeared from the panic and discomfort, but with a bit of bitterness and desolation consistent with the master:

"So you ask me to marry early and give birth to a real, qualified and right heir to Longxiao City?"

The hall was completely quiet, and the vassals who had been loyal to the Walton family for generations no longer whispered to each other, but raised their heads one after another, waiting for the development of the situation in the hall.

The five counts have different attitudes, but Qi Qi silently stares at their female prince.

Lisban's eyes were locked on Count Nazaire, but the latter was unaware.

Seeing this, Thales sighed, but Ian beside him shrugged.

"On the contrary."

"It is precisely because you have the qualifications to rule the Dragon City as the identity of Walton's blood," Nazaire's voice came again. Compared to the female Grand Duke's lightness and even desertedness, his words were steady and powerful: "That's why it is even more necessary-as the nearest direct blood in the family, it is your duty to continue the Walton family."

Selma lowered her eyelids and fixed her eyes on her long skirt on her knees.

At that moment, Thales, who was watching this scene silently, suddenly realized that the six years that he had been away from the turbulence of the court were both unfortunate and lucky.

Finally, a low and angered cold drink sounded awe-inspiringly in the hall:

"As far as I know, we are talking about responding to a lady's call."

"It's about sending troops to the Freedom League," the voice of the Regent of Lisban was like a blizzard of extreme cold, which instantly wiped away the last smile on the faces of the nobles in the hall, "not a rude reform. Agenda, interfering with the lady’s private affairs without respect."

"It is no different from pushing the palace to rebel."

Risban finished his words coldly.

Across from him, Nazaire turned his head and turned to Brisbane, as if this was his biggest enemy today, as if the indoctrination to the Grand Duke was just a casual reminder.

The old earl stared at the Lord Regent firmly, his eyes fixed for a long time.

"We are talking about the future of Longxiao City, Lisban." In the next second, Nazaire seemed to have deliberately opposed Lisban, using the most calm and peaceful language to make Lisban's face change sharply. The words: "It's about the fate of Longxiao City. Do you think we will be fainted to let it be held in the hands of some unpredictable authority?"

In addition to the two of them, the other four earls also reacted slightly: Among them, Linna and Kirtson snorted unabashedly.

Only a silent grandfather stared at the long skirt between her legs.

It seems that the pattern on it is pretty.

Risban looked back at Nazaire, no longer concealing his dissatisfaction.

Just listen to the Lord Regent sneered: "So, you force the Grand Duke to marry your favorite person?"

"Squeeze Longxiao City firmly in your own hands, so that it won't be called'faint', right?"

The dispute between the two adults reverberated in the hall, but no one dared to interrupt.

Thyls listened to their conversation coldly.

Lisban and Nazair, both have a long history. In terms of their merits, they are not even lost to the "Nakaru Nine Knights". They have been Walton since the time of the Dragon Knight. The right arm of the family, together supporting the dragon spear banner in the cloud to fly in Longxiao City.

And now...

A second later, Nazair and Lisban staggered their complicated eyes.

"No one can ever force a grand prince to do anything, even if it is a king," Nazaire's voice was slightly lower, and his voice turned: "But the reason why the princes are qualified to stand in this position to accept the ministers His allegiance is precisely because he knows his responsibility."

Nazer no longer looked at Lisban. Instead, he was staring at Selma, whose face was blue and red with a strange look.

"Madam, remember, you are not only yourself, you are not only Ms. Selma, and you are not only a girl from the Walton family," Count Nazaire hummed softly:

"You are even more--Longxiao City."

His articulation is extremely clear, and his accent is clear, beyond doubt.

"Yes, don't always think about yourself, ma'am," Nazer said awe-inspiringly: "More importantly, think about Longxiao City."

Selma's already clenched teeth couldn't help but move.

"I am," she repeated with difficulty: "I am... Dragon City?"

Nazer said nothing, and Lisban's face was blue.

In the lobby, the whispers of the other dozen vassals sounded again.

Bigger, more arrogant, and presumptuous than the previous few times.

Nicolai frowned. Several times he tried to raise his hand, reaching for the weapon behind his back, but every time he put it down abruptly.

Tyles bit his lower lip, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

In his peripheral vision, the once-slippery head lowered his head, shaking slightly.

Ian glanced at him strangely, and whispered: "Hey, don't be distracted, when shall we go?"

But Thales just pressed his lips together and said nothing.

Ian soon stopped paying attention to Thales.

Because the next moment, almost beyond everyone's expectations...

The girl suddenly raised her head!

"What if I say no?"

The grand duke's always clear but soft voice, with a short breath that is rarely seen, sounded abruptly.

Slight astonishment appeared on the faces in the hall one after another.

In a tone full of rejection, Selma's eyes flashed with a long-lost anger, looking around the entire hall.

Especially the six earls.

Thyles was surprised.

On the throne of the Grand Duke, the girl showed a clear but indifferent face, and said loudly: "If I say...I don't want it?"

As soon as this statement came out, the six earls, including Brisbane, frowned!

The lobby is like a lake that has been thrown into a stone again, and this disturbing whisper is again rippling.

Many people looked at Earl Brisbane subconsciously, but the latter just frowned.

"What the hell?"

"Do it again? When the last time I heard the political day, did this little girl also..."

"I really don't understand...A little girl who doesn't understand farts dares to lose her temper on the throne of the Duke..."

"Damn, Longxiao City can't go on like this..."

"Hey, guess what, will she grow up a year older, will she growl and order us to find a nice dress for her?"

"Like I said, she owes a whip from her husband just like other women..."

"Look at her thin arms, maybe you can't even raise the sword, so you dare to..."

The sound in the hall was mixed, one after another, and the noisy place forced Nicolai to speak seriously again to maintain order.

Listening to the rumors in his ears, Thales gradually frowned.

But Selma still held her head high and looked at her vassals without showing any weakness. She glanced in a certain direction in the hall, taking a deep breath as if she had made up her mind.

"What if I insist?"

Selma glanced at Hirst intricately, then at the aggressive Earl Linner with a difficult look, then cleared her throat, "If I insist in the name of the Grand Duke of Dragon City... No, I Command: My marriage will not be here, and will not be decided on this matter."

In the inconspicuous corner, Thales curled his mouth slightly.

Yes.

It's the little lioness who bulged her cheeks, blushed, lifted her skirt, and kicked his leg bones fiercely.

I don’t know when...

"Everyone, if so..."

The voice of the Grand Duke echoed in the hall: "What will happen to you?"

As soon as this statement came out, nothing seemed to change in the hall for a while.

But Thales felt inexplicably that the temperature around the six seats beside the Grand Duke seemed to drop suddenly!

All the earls turned their heads together, their eyes fixed on one person.

Risban Regency.

It seems that he is the source of everything.

But the Grand Duke surprised them once again.

"Please don't look at the Shire anymore, everyone," Selma's voice trembled a little, like a branch moving in the cold wind: "He never taught me to say this."

Risban was taken aback.

Count Nazaire's gaze slowly solidified in mid-air, solidified on the hand of the Grand Duke holding the arm of the seat.

"Very good," a few seconds later, he whispered: "You surprised me a little bit."

Selma took a deep breath, only to feel that Nazaire's strange gaze had a kind of magic that penetrated people's hearts.

But the different color in Nazaire's eyes only lasted for a short while, and he returned to the original seriousness and indifferentness, as if the accident brought by the grandfather just now was really just an accidental accident.

The Earl Linna next to him gave a soft snort

"You are the Grand Duke. In Longxiao City, your power is naturally supreme."

"The question is, are you really prepared," Count Linner said without any emotion, but the key words: "Be here, and forsake your vassal because of this. A widow and lonely body, dominate Longxiao City up and down?"

Betrayed the vassal...

Widowhood...

This sentence made the atmosphere in the hall more tense.

But Count Linner still looked at the grandma on the steps blankly.

Selma turned pale, she gritted her teeth: "Earl Linner, what are you..."

Seeing that the atmosphere is not right, Earl Hurst, who has always been friendly, speaks.

He raised his hands to both sides and spoke first: "Madam, Earl Linner, I think we should all be cold..."

This time, Earl Hurst was interrupted by Linner's merciless words:

"We all know your blindness, Lord Hirst!"

"But don't "teach me" how to do it-that power belongs only to the first king Nunn."

Thyls sighed: Although Linner said this to Earl Hurst, his gaze stayed on the Grand Duke.

The pressure on Selma is getting heavier.

Hirst's golden beard flicked.

A few seconds later, the Earl of Branding Iron County, who had eaten the nail, became cold and did not answer any more.

The hall returned to calm.

Only Thales and Ian are watching the development of the situation with completely different moods.

The granddaughter's face sank like water.

The vassals looked like swords.

Soon, Earl Nazaire sighed and rejoined the conversation:

"That's really a shame, ma'am."

"Of course, as an earl, I cannot oppose or even block your decision."

Nazer, like a slightly disappointed old man, shook his head and whispered, "But I—of course only me—will still advise you, and even use actions to persuade you to face the crisis of the Freedom League. In this duel between Qiyuan City and Heisha Ling-we had better protect ourselves wisely."

Selma held her breath unconsciously and frowned.

"Suggestion? Action? Protect yourself?" The female grandfather's arm stiffened: "What do you mean?"

Nazer looked at her lightly and didn't answer.

Thyls exhaled unconsciously from his nose.

Good job, Selma.

We are close.

It's close.

In this game, complete the most important connection:

War, and marriage.

We won.

Risban on the other side chuckled disdainfully: "So, you, Nazer--even many vassals who are not satisfied with not being able to intervene in the marriage of the king, you must refuse before the crisis of the Freedom League. Madam’s call, refused to summon your army, even..."

"Like many vassals of the Black Sands, and the princes of other territories, like they resisted King Chaman, they refused to pay taxes to ladies?"

Nazer paid no attention to him.

Earl Kirtson, who has always been going straight back and forth, narrowed his eyes, looked at the grandfather, raised his brows and said: "Of course I hope it won't be like that, madam."

"But many times, we can't help ourselves."

Selma's face changed.

"To send troops to the Freedom League-it is to maintain the honor of the Walton family, and is the object of your ancestors' allegiance to the death."

"If we stand by and watch the battles of the Freedom Alliance and refuse to pray for help from Yuancheng, then we, whether I am the Grand Duke of Longxiao City, or you, as the princes of Longxiao City..." The grandpa gritted her teeth , Coldly and authentically:

"We will all become laughing stocks: whether it is a weak woman who can't even protect her father's name, or a cowardly and frightened Northlander who dare not face the defeat of her men!"

The other four earls, whether it was the unrelenting Kirtson, the verbal Linner, or the taciturn Kierke Gour, and the gentle and polite Hirst, they all looked away. Avoid Selma's sight.

Only Count Nazair looked at the grand prince with enlightened eyes, and sighed helplessly: "During the six years of internal friction and disasters, the city of Longxiao has already been crumbling-it may be detrimental to refuse to send troops. The family and our reputation, but it is a good way to ensure that we do not sink in this whirlpool."

Risban snorted coldly on one side, quite disdainful.

The Grand Duchess had a bit of gritted teeth: "You know, Earl Nazaire, and you, you all know that we have to send troops! Even if it is not for the Dragonlance family, not to help Qiyuan City, but just to suppress the king His ambitions, don’t let us drift with the waves in the vortex inside the kingdom!"

"This is also for Longxiao City!"

But the next moment, Old Nazaire's voice suddenly increased, interrupting Selma!

"Then, for the sake of Longxiao City, why can't you understand?"

Selma was startled.

Under the stage, Thales' fists were loose and sometimes tight.

It's near.

It's near, Selma.

Just one step away!

Count Nazaire's eyes suddenly changed when he looked at the Grand Duke, and there was a sharp sharpness inside:

"If you can choose your husband openly and soberly, and re-stabilize the future of the Dragonlance family, then all the problems can be solved."

"At that time, you will be sitting in Longxiao City as the Grand Duke, and you will rightfully raise Walton's flag of honor and give an order to pray for Yuancheng."

"Your husband, who is in the Walton family with you, will lead the army and conquer the West with us vassals to wash away the chaos of the Freedom League."

Just listen to the earl saying coldly: "While reviving the reputation of the family and safeguarding the honor of Longxiao City, it also wins the alliance of Qiyuan City. It can even defeat the king’s arrogance and demonstrate our existence and strength. , Isn’t this a better solution?"

The grandfather bit her lower lip and seemed a little flustered in front of the twenty or so vassals.

At this moment, Selma's regent, Earl Lisbane spoke in due course.

"To deal with the king? Really?" The Regent snorted: "At this moment of the battle between Qiyuan City and the king, you deliberately used the lord's marriage as a hindrance...what, the sweetness of the black sand collar , The bone left by King Chaman, is it so easy to lick?"

At that moment, Nazaire looked like a beast stepped on its tail, turning his head violently and staring at Lisban.

"Speak carefully, old friend."

"Rumba did come to me," Count Nazaire said in words, as if he had an insoluble grudge with Lisban: "But the Nazaire family in Dragon City is not his kind of murder. The stinking stinky stuff can be moved-no matter how clever he is, his intentions are sinister."

"But please believe me, madam, this is purely my own decision, because I think this is the best future for Longxiao City."

Nazer's words continue: "Your due rights will not be interfered in any way: As long as it is the noble and handsome in Longxiao City, how to choose and which one to choose as your husband is still your will~ IndoMTL.com~This is Longxiao City..."

Respan, who couldn't bear it, shouted again.

"Enough, Nazer!"

The Lord Regent said coldly: "You can talk about ‘for the sake of Longxiao City’."

"However, let the grandpa marry one of you? Is this your solution?"

Risban shook his head slowly, as if to shoot a sharp blade in his eyes: "Do you really know what this will bring to Longxiao City?"

The center of the gladiatorial fight seems to be back between the two earls.

"Of course."

"Madam," Nazaire's voice was low, but his eyes remained unchanged from Lisban: "I know Charles...Earl Lisbane said something to you. It's nothing more than'The Grand Prince will check and balance. Maintain the balance of power in Longxiao City','Lord marrying vassals hastily, which is not good for the internal rule of Longxiao City','You can't entrust your identity and power within Longxiao City' and other excuses, as excuses for your refusal to marry ."

"Indeed, it makes sense-I have worked with Charles for many years, and I know better than anyone else: he is not a fool, this kind of worry does exist."

Nazer looked at Lisban with complicated eyes, but when he turned to the Grand Duke, his eyes became stranger.

"I didn't want to say these things, ma'am," Nazer said softly, "but you and I just realized that maybe you shouldn't be treated as a young child who knows nothing-you are after all Grand Duke."

Selma's heart moved.

Risban's eyebrows tightened.

"So, do you think that your marriage is really like what some people say, just to tie the power of the Walton family to a certain family in Longxiao City and grab it into our hands? "

"No."

Count Nazaire, with a little fatigue, said softly: "This is for a higher and more important purpose."