Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 45: Are you coming?

The hall is silent, and the needle drop can be heard. Novel

The nobles looked at the confrontation between the grand prince and the envoy of Qiyuan City with different expressions.

Ian stared in astonishment, as if he couldn't understand what the Grand Duke said.

Almost everyone in the hall stared at him ugly.

Ian took a deep breath and raised his head with a puzzled expression: "But... the war of the Freedom League is here."

Thelma in the seat gently twitched the corner of her mouth.

I saw her point slowly: "Yes."

Ian raised his hand questioningly and ambivalently, as if to express something, but then let it go halfway.

The heir of Qiyuan City gritted his teeth and frowned deeply: "You know, this is a war that is of great significance to you and your family-especially after Longxiao City lost its king."

His words were a little anxious: "Do you still know that the person sitting on the other end of the chessboard is the Majesty Chaman who hates you for your bones?"

The faces of the vassals tightened.

Selma lowered her head weakly, and sighed like the next sentence: "Yes, I know."

Her voice is faint, like a whimper.

Ian seemed to be encouraged, his eyes were active, he glanced left and right as if seeking support, and smiled quite relaxedly: "Very good."

"Then you should know your current situation, you know that your prestige is far from enough to support you, especially..."

Ian paused. He looked around the audience and sighed with a seemingly regretful sigh: "Especially, you are still a woman-a female grand prince."

At that moment, the prince felt that the nobles in the hall adjusted their expressions unnaturally.

In the seats of the six earls, Linna tilted his head and gently rubbed his teeth, while Kierkegel stared at the grand prince intently.

Hirst's eyes seemed to burst into flames, and Earl Kirtson's eyebrows were almost tangled together.

Both Lisbane and Count Nazaire looked at the grand prince with complex expressions, and the meaning in their eyes was hard to find.

The Grand Duke raised her head.

Tyles felt tight.

The girl let out a sigh of relief, showing a relieved expression.

Her eyes are very calm: "Yes, I know this too."

The tone is normal.

It seems that what the other party said was just such trivial things as "the weather is nice today", "this bowl of soup is good", "read the book patiently", and "don't urge more".

Ian frowned: "Then you..."

The grand duke interrupted him.

"However, I am a Walton after all."

Her voice is still very small.

But there is an unquestionable firmness.

The eyes of the six vassals under her seat moved together.

Ian was taken aback for a moment: "What?"

"Walton."

"Walton, the successor to King Necaru, Walton of Dragon Spear in the Cloud, Walton of Dragon City," Selma looked at Ian indifferently: "You know what this surname represents Does it make sense?"

Ian narrowed his eyes first, then showed an incredible look.

"Walton?"

He exhaled impatiently: "Selma! Wake up! Think about the scene just now, think about the attitude of your vassals."

"Then think about my proposal again," Ian waved his hands a little angrily: "This is your only way to save the situation!"

The words of the Viscount echoed in the hall.

The expressions of the vassals became unnatural again.

Selma smiled.

The eyes of her and Ian met in the air.

"No," the grandpa said softly: "It's not."

"The reason why Walton is Walton," Selma turned to look at each vassal with a different look, "because Dragon Spear in the cloud never fought alone: ​​seven hundred years ago , Nikaru stood in the sky with a gun, and the young Walton followed closely......"

"Below the clouds separated by the dragon wings, behind the eight knights on the ground..."

"Risban, Nazer, Kierke Gour, Hirst... countless famous and unnamed knights from the North have not hesitated to turn back, and they charge forward without going forward."

"They stood together and jointly created the battle to reverse the cold wind, tore through the darkness covered by disaster, and win the future for the world."

Under her seat, Earl Hirst's expression moved: "Madam..."

The faces of other vassals became more solemn.

Seven hundred years ago.

Thyls sighed.

He couldn't help but think of the portrait of Tormond in Mindith Hall: the sad-looking Revival King also charged with a gun, while the six knights with scars on his side raised the reins and attacked without complaint.

He remembered the madness of Giza and Ashida duel.

Boom!

At this moment, Selma slapped her seat and stood up unexpectedly!

The whole hall was slightly surprised.

But nothing is more shocking than what the Grand Duke will do next.

"Masters, today, at this time, here, I, the Grand Duke of Dragon City, Selma Walton," the girl’s light and clear voice sounded in the hall of heroes, in the thick stone bricks Echoes between: "The wartime conscription order of Longxiao City is officially issued!"

"Dragon City, declare war on the Freedom League!"

Tyles' breathing stopped.

Here it comes.

Under the dullness and horror that everyone was too late to react, I saw the grandfather step forward with a firm expression.

Her voice is cold and harsh, but full of a sense of strength that has never been seen before: "Soon, the Walton family will take the initiative to send troops to the west to help Qiyuan City and go to the Freedom League!"

"With the blood of repeated betrayers, with the heads of sinister little people, re-prove the honor of Longxiao City!"

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Ian opened his mouth, which seemed to be unable to close, and looked at Selma blankly.

The vassals weren’t much better either. A pair of shocked eyes fixed on the Grand Duke’s body. The six earls were much more stable, but their physical movements were enough to show the abnormality: Hirst almost To grab the seat, Kirtson squeezed his fist tightly, and Kierkegel's broken arm pressed firmly against the arm of the chair.

The most senior Regent of Lisban and Earl of Nazaire watched each other closely without saying a word.

No one seems to be able to respond appropriately to what the Grand Duke said.

Until Ian took a breath, it seemed like a drowning man finally surfaced.

He wiped his chin and spoke anxiously:

"Ms. Selma, as I said...We don't need you to send troops to assist us, what we value is just a posture and position..."

He was greeted by Selma's sharp response:

"This has nothing to do with you, Your Excellency!"

Ian's words were chopped off to his mouth. Unbelievably, he opened his hands and looked at the grandpa dully.

"This is just my decision."

Just listen to the female grandfather coldly saying: "It is also something that Longxiao City must do."

The whole audience was stunned at how tough the girl suddenly came.

Only Thales in the corner raised his mouth slightly, looking at his six-year-old partner, and only he habitually noticed: The outline of the girl's fist under her left sleeve was shaking slightly.

Good job, Selma, go on.

He said silently in his heart.

"And I need the responses of the twenty-three noble families present here," the grandpa turned her eyes slowly, scanning everyone in the hall: "As twenty years ago, as six hundred years ago, You and your ancestors have stood loyally beside the two Kings of Nunn for countless times without complaint and regret."

Her voice is still clear, with a trace of desperate determination.

But there was no response as it should.

No one speaks.

All the vassals looked at her quietly. After the surprise, doubt and prudence gradually appeared on their faces, and they gradually deepened in each other's eyes.

The hall is still quiet.

Even Lisban was silent.

Selma turned pale.

Tyles in the seat closed his eyes.

Not enough.

Selma.

This is not enough!

The grand duke scanned the audience with an ugly expression--every vassal she swept over turned away unnaturally.

"Everyone!" Selma gritted her teeth and said: "The battle horn has sounded, Longxiao City needs you!"

But still no one responded.

Tyles stretched out his toe and poked Ian unknownly.

Qiyuan City Viscount moved slightly.

Ian turned around in fear.

After seeing the general situation of no one talking on the court, he let out a breath of air and showed a calm smile.

"Ms. Selma, I hate to interrupt you..."

Ian turned his head back and shrugged.

"But your vassals have just made it very clear, and want their response? Then marry and give power," Your Excellency nodded slightly, and his eyes were bright: "You can't ask for something that hasn't been rewarded. Transaction."

Many vassals darkened, and some others looked at the Lord Viscount coldly.

"And since it's a deal, you might as well choose the most affordable one..."

Selma clenched her teeth and raised her head unanimously.

The girl spoke again and interrupted Ian: "Everyone!"

"This will not be a deal or a compromise. It has nothing to do with my marriage."

"It's just my will!"

But the huge Hall of Heroes, on both sides of the Oval Stone Hall, still no one answered.

Someone seemed to cut off the sound.

Ian frowned, observant.

On the steps, Selma looked at the silent hall with difficulty, as if under heavy pressure.

A pair of eyes mixed with confusion, doubt, calculation, and dissatisfaction shot at her.

There was no response.

As if it was just her one-man show.

Selma suddenly felt her legs tremble.

No.

She clenched her teeth unconsciously and her heart beat faster.

No...

I felt flustered.

This...

What to do...

At this moment, Selma suddenly noticed: In those eyes, only a pair of eyes remained calm and calm as before.

Just looking at her from a distance, quietly, as always.

Like the past six years.

The owner of the eyes smiled at her, raised his left hand, and nodded his thumb.

Selma trembled slightly: Her thumb, which was held under her left sleeve, suddenly felt a sense of weight in her trance due to tension.

That is a ring.

The ring that that guy put on her personally six years ago.

The eyes blinked slightly, and then they turned away.

But just this blink seemed to give the girl strength.

Selma's cheeks trembled slightly, and she took a deep breath.

The girl didn't look aimlessly at the audience, but turned to the next most senior earl.

"Dear Count Nazaire, thank you for your speech just now."

Earl Nazaire has been staring at Lisbane closely. Hearing this, he slowly turned his eyes away: "Madam..."

Selma grimace, and said the following with difficulty: "You let me see, what kind of predicament is the current Longxiao City: we can no longer indulge in the regrets and misfortunes of the past. Up."

"But it also makes me more convinced that the future of Longxiao City cannot be guarded by the suspicion and calculations between the monarchs and the vassals."

At that moment, Count Nazaire's eyes moved.

"So I won't trade my marriage for your compromise-Longxiao City has not been divided and weakened to the point of relying on internal marriages to free up hands, unanimously externally."

Nazer slowly leaned back into the seat behind him, still silent.

"The honor and victory behind grandfather and father can only be maintained by our own hands and won by ourselves!"

The top six earls reacted differently and looked different.

The Grand Duke glanced at Ian, and then looked at her vassals again: "Only in this way can we truly prevent external forces from interfering with Longxiao City-no matter what way it is."

Ian was slightly embarrassed: "This is a bit too much, Selma..."

But Selma didn't give him another chance to speak.

"So, no matter what," the girl took a deep breath: "The Walton family will go to the west, with the remaining power of King Nunn, following in the footsteps of Prince Suril, and personally reclaiming what belongs to us!"

Selma was standing in front of her seat, standing in front of the Soul Slaughter Gun, looking around the audience, clenched her fists, her face pale.

"Even if..."

The grandpa gritted her teeth: "Even if no family responds to me."

Inspiratory sounds of varying rates sounded in the quiet hall.

"Even if we are the only one to go out."

Faced with the fluctuating tone of the Grand Prince, many vassals' expressions became strange.

Even the guards who have no right to speak can't help but look frequently.

Ian sighed.

"You know, Selma, you don't have to do this."

"This will be ugly," the Viscount's eyes began to show dignity and alertness: "Whether it is now or when it is going to expedition."

"Forcing the dispatch of troops will only push everyone to the brink of tearing their faces, and will damage your already unstable prestige even more, and you can only charge more humiliation."

"Leave you nowhere to go."

The stagnant atmosphere seemed to be pierced by this sentence.

The expressions of the vassals changed more and more rapidly, and it became more and more difficult to understand.

"Yes," Selma gave a wry smile: "I know."

The grand duke immediately looked at her complex-looking vassals, her eyes dim.

"I know that I am far inferior to the former Majesty Nunn, and maybe for the rest of my life, I can’t make it in case--you guys, you may not look down on me, and look down on this little girl in the big seat , Maybe resentful, maybe each has plans."

Earl Kirtson tilted his mouth, seeming to be thinking.

The Grand Duke sighed: "But I still hope that at this moment, you can stand with me and Longxiao City with your soldiers and glory."

Earl Hurst's beard trembled slightly.

"Prove to the outside world, to the guest of Qiyuan City, who claims that only a marriage can save me from my predicament: Longxiao City is still strong and united, and I don’t need to kneel to protect myself. ."

Count Linna clenched his fist unnaturally, twisting his knuckles back and forth.

The next second, Selma raised her left hand with a solemn expression, and let her sleeve slip off her forearm, revealing her white wrist.

The ring on the thumb is even more exposed.

"Everyone, I believe that no one in this world is more qualified and capable of fighting for me and winning for me than you and my vassals."

"Because I am Longxiao City."

Seeing that ring, everyone in the hall frowned!

As if thinking of something.

"But Longxiao City is not just me, it's all of you here."

In front of everyone's eyes, the grandfather gently took off the large black stone-encrusted ring and held it high.

"Everyone, in the name of Walton, I am going to war!"

The grand duke's eyes were cold, she shouted:

"Are you coming?"

Thyls shook slightly!

Are you...coming?

The girl's voice echoed in the hall again, but this time, the vassals stared at the black ring.

Looking at the people and things behind it.

Risban looked complicated.

The one-armed earl closed his eyes.

Count Nazaire tightened his face rarely.

The vassals looked around suspiciously, whispering to each other.

"Everyone, I still believe," Selma took a step forward and said coldly: "As a vassal, you will not let an outside guest be willing to take away your responsibilities and obligations, and then Show off in front of you."

Ian was startled.

The girl raised the ring on her hand flat, toward the dragon spear in the cloud above the hall.

"The most loyal vassal of the Walton family, the brothers of His Majesty Nunn!"

The girl’s voice sounded again: "Are you here?"

Listening to the grand duke's words, Thales was a little dazed.

He seemed to have gone back six years ago, back to the day of desperate fleeing, in the refuge of the Haoyue Temple, he did the same, desperately shouting similar words at Nicolai who was about to flee.

[But this is my decision...]

[Northlander? 】

[Are you here? 】

The hum of the vassals began to grow louder.

Tyles' eyes met Nicolae on the steps, and the prince saw a similar surprise in the eyes of the meteorite.

She...

Selma...

You...

Little slippery...

Unexplainable emotions poured out of his heart, and it was difficult to suppress.

He can only recall six years ago over and over again.

[Yes, we are going to commit suicide. 】

[Northlanders, are you coming? 】

[Are you coming...]

"Longxiao City!"

In the hall, Selma's voice mentioned the limit that can be reached, and the young girl's high voice floated in the ancient palace: "Are you here?"

The hall gradually became quiet.

Many vassals have finished their anxious conversations, and their eyes are straight up, looking at the most important people.

Waiting for their decision.

The grandpa gritted her teeth, her arm holding the ring trembled, and her eyes were red.

"Northlanders!"

She was almost yelling at everyone in the hall: "Are you here?"

Clang!

A guard who was holding back his emotions accidentally pressed the hilt of the sword, and the sword body collided with the wall, making a harsh sound.

This sharp sound made everyone's mood more tense and the atmosphere more depressing.

But there was still no response from the lobby.

Only the Grand Duke bit her teeth and trembling eyes, holding the ring of triumph that symbolizes Grand Duke Longxiao City, standing alone in front of the Soul Slaughter Gun, facing the restless men in the whole hall.

The six earls~IndoMTL.com~ The anomaly of Kirtson, Hirst, and Linner can hardly be concealed. They exchanged eyes anxiously, seemingly unable to reach an agreement for a long time.

One second.

The one-armed earl remained silent with his eyes closed.

Two seconds.

Ian narrowed his eyes and let out a gloomy breath.

Three seconds.

The silent confrontation between Lisban and Nazaire seemed to have come to an end, but they still remained silent and waited for the situation.

Time is getting longer and longer.

The atmosphere in the lobby is getting more and more uncomfortable.

Until...

Until a suppressed laughter, deep but harsh, sounded from the crowd and spread throughout the hall.