Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 41: For Longxiao City

There is no sound in the Hall of Heroes.

Except for the Qiyuan City Mission, who is extremely familiar with Ian, almost everyone, including the six Lord Earls, stared in disbelief. They looked at standing on the seat, smiling, and lifting obliquely. Lord Viscount Ronnie with both arms.

It seems to be watching a strange thing.

Thyls had to lower his head and cough lightly, and stabbed Ian in the leg.

Ian, who was immersed in his own world, moved slightly and seemed to finally realize the embarrassment of the scene.

He retracted his arms angrily, jumped off the seat, and waved to the entire hall with a stiff smile: "Hey, everyone?"

The nobles all over the hall just remembered from the stunned surprise, and they turned their heads or coughed unnaturally.

Seems to be ashamed of this scene in the Hall of Heroes.

The five previous counts, who were aggressive, didn't say a word, but sat on the spot with ugly faces, looking at each other.

Thyls, who was watching, chuckled in his heart: Well done, Ian, interrupted their increasingly powerful interrogation.

In the face of such an unreasonable person, how should they react to such an inexplicable situation?

"Does this clown get your permission to stand here and insult all of us?" Earl Kirtson turned to the grandfather, his eyes were cold, his expression stiff, and he looked like a uniform with his uniform. Ice Wall: "Madam?"

Selma is about to answer.

"Madam, sirs," in the mission of Qiyuan City, the nobleman who had reprimanded Ian, the old Bonnie stood up tremblingly, facing the seated man with a sad and sad expression The female grandfather bowed: "This is just a joke, on behalf of Qi Yuancheng, my behavior towards Ian..."

But before he could finish his words, Monty the deadman next to him suddenly stretched out his big hand, squeezed his shoulder, and forcibly pressed the blank old Bonnie down.

Ian blinked and nodded slightly to Monty, who had slightly curled lips.

At this moment, the grandpa in the seat finally seemed to be unable to stand it anymore, only to hear her cough.

"Everyone," Thales could tell. Selma said while looking at the counts’ stern faces and holding back a smile: "This is Lord Ian Ronnie from Qiyuan City. The eldest son and heir of Grand Duke Ronnie, Viscount Windy City."

"He came with the mission of Lord Ronnie."

Ian smiled friendly and bowed slightly to the Grand Duke.

The counts looked at Ian together, but none of them showed surprise. Instead, they were relieved that "it really is so", which made Thales thought: Maybe they already knew who Ian was. .

"Pray for the city, Ronnie," Kirtson looked at Ian from a distance, and his eyes revealed a slight dignity: "I have seen your father, "Long Hair" Culikun is a respectable person. His words are more trustworthy than the long sword. I also respect the Ronnie family, the role model of knights in the North for thousands of years."

The corners of Ian's mouth moved slightly, not smiling.

"But when I saw you, kid?" Earl Kirtson shook his head disdainfully: "I am so ashamed of your father and family."

There were bursts of laughter among the vassals.

When Thales saw it, Ian's eyes flashed lightly.

"With each other," the heir of Qiyuan City sat down in the most relaxed posture, "When I saw you, I was ashamed of Longxiaocheng and the Grand Duke."

Ian snorted: "When the disaster strikes, he hides outside the city. When the lord died in battle, he was unscathed."

Earl Kirtson's expression turned cold.

"If I were you, coward," Ian pretended to yawn, repeating what Kirtson had just accused of the meteorites: "Just find a place where no one is going to commit suicide as soon as possible, instead of lying shamelessly. Beside the grandpa, pretending that nothing happened."

The meteorite next to the Grand Duchess frowned slightly.

This sentence is like the momentum of throwing into the lake, causing a huge wave.

The nobles in the hall are boiling instantly!

The nobles, especially the five earls, stared at Ian with a nonchalant face, as if it were their homicide.

Thyls breathed a sigh of relief: Hey, this little Ronnie is really kind.

"Tell me again, Viscount," Earl Kirtson gritted his teeth, highlighting the other's title: "Then you and me, we can fight."

Ian laughed.

"Of course!"

He grandly waved his hand: "Duel!"

Thyls was shocked: Wait, Ian, this is...

But before he could figure it out, Qiyuan City’s heir snapped his fingers, flipped his hands without hesitation, and pointed at the Qiyuan City Mission with ease: "And I named Qiyuan City’s Lord De Monti, let him fight you on behalf of my honor! Life or death!"

"How is it?"

In the distance, Monty, who was scratching his neck, froze instantly.

The counts stiffened once again and looked at Ian.

Ian maintained a smile on his face.

In a duel, looking for an agent?

Is this guy... really from the North?

Tyles exhaled: Fortunately, Ian is still the same Ian, and he won't suddenly become a heroic man who regards death as home.

"Facing a duel, you hide behind the Deadly Crow?"

Earl Kirtson looked at Monty with a helpless look, then looked at Ian, his voice revealed an unbearable anger: "Cowardly, you are really a shame to our northerners."

The nobles in the hall all sneered or ridiculed or even cursed.

But Ian was so happy with these gazes, as if he didn't feel anything.

"Thanks," Ian raised his legs, folded his arms, and shrugged: "It is my honor to bring you shame."

The atmosphere in the hall was detonated again, and protests and curses from people in the North flooded like a flood.

Thyls sighed slightly and patted Ian on the shoulder.

You are great, buddy.

At this moment, seeing that the order was about to run out of control, the clear and sweet voice of the grand duke rang abruptly in the buzzing hall.

"Everyone, everybody!"

Amidst the muffled protests of a row of men, Selma’s high-pitched and sharp female voice was extremely special: "This is not the time for us to fight inside!"

Boom!

Nicolai punched hard and hit the wall beside him!

The voice in the hall gradually became quieter.

Following the movements of the meteorites, the guards of the Grand Duke in the hall seemed to have rehearsed. They raised their weapons together and slammed their faces against the wall beside them.

Boom!

The dull but ear-splitting sound rang in the hall, quieting all the angry nobles.

People couldn't hide the expressions on their faces and all looked towards the tallest seat.

Selma took a look at the Regent of Lisban, and after getting his affirmation, she tried to finish her words: "No matter how we look at this Lord Ian, we cannot ignore the most important thing at the moment. ."

"Qiyuan City has brought bad news on a golden corridor," the grandpa took a breath: "Twenty years ago, the Freedom Alliance, which bowed his head under Xian Wang Bingfeng, recently tore up the signing with my grandfather. Agreement."

"Everyone, the dignity that we personally regained for Exter 20 years ago has been violated again."

The voice of the Grand Duke fell.

Ian snapped his fingers, spread his hands in a disdainful gaze, and made a "that's it" gesture.

No one speaks.

Thyls closed his eyes: here it is.

The real drama.

It seems to be thinking.

Until the old Earl Nagel slowly said.

"The boys in the west have finally gotten tough again," the Randolph and the Earl of Harting County sighed: "However, history is always repeated, and people still can't remember the lesson."

Maybe Exeter’s state affairs seem to have attracted the attention of the counts a little, maybe it is related to their previous wars, in short, the counts are no longer entangled in the shame of the city, even Kurt Earl Sen just gave a cold snort, then turned his head.

It seems... Thales was observing everyone's expressions, and his heart sank:

They are all prioritized.

It's just that, for the earls, the truly important matter may not only be the Freedom League.

"Freedom League."

"The group of cowards dare not do this alone, who is behind them supporting?" The one-armed earl who has been silent and seems to have nothing to do with him, Kierkegel frowned: "Are those long ears again?"

"No," Ian seemed to have recovered a little form, which made the Qiyuan City delegation relax a lot: "White Mountain is very peaceful, we have not received any abnormal information about the White Elves."

"I still remember twenty years ago," Count Linna remained unchanged: "The gangsters of the Alliance only have mercenaries to help them fight. It is easier to tear their battlefields than to tear paper, and to break through their walls. It’s the effort of climbing a ladder."

"Qiyuan City can solve it by itself."

"As long as they don't send clowns to fight." Earl Kirtson added disdainfully.

Ian smiled.

"The pretending drama is not going to be performed again, everyone," the regent of Longxiao City, the Earl of Lisban clapped his hands, he said solemnly, and said loudly: "I believe you are not fools, you know very well, this Where is the key to the game? Even the people behind the Freedom League know it in your mind."

The five earls all squinted and looked at Brisbane.

Ian coughed.

"Everyone, I believe you all know..."

"King Chaman is oppressing and torturing the nobles in his domain," the Lord Viscount from Qiyuan City sighed: "Qiyuan City, and our like-minded companions, such as Jishou City and Elk City, are now Run for this misfortune."

Ian raised his eyebrows: "And now, we need the support of Longxiao City to tell the whole kingdom: The king can't do whatever he wants."

"The Liberty League incident is an episode in it, but it cannot be ignored."

"So, I am here."

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and everyone looked at the six earls in the front.

But the answer Ian received was not so positive.

Earl Linner said coldly: "Then go to the king, maybe you give the king what he wants, and the Freedom League will bow his head obediently."

Ian frowned slightly.

"Stop disturbing Longxiao City," Kirtson snorted coldly: "This is not our war, at least not now."

Thyls frowned: They all understood.

They just...

Earl Lisbane spoke at the right time: "But this is our war, we cannot escape."

The former Prime Minister of Jackie Wei for decades has made everyone look at him solemnly.

Just listen to Respan’s solemn voice: “Twenty years ago, Longxiao City responded to the Freedom League’s rebellion with blood. This is the glorious past of the Dragonlance family. It is the proof of the majesty of the former King Nun. The leader of China, it’s the responsibility."

Earl Nagel looked at the awe-inspiring Brisbane, and couldn't help narrowing his eyes.

Old friends.

"What's more, it's about the dignity of the Walton family and the honor of the natural king," Lisban said coldly: "When the West changes again, the Walton family can't just ignore it."

"Don't forget, we are from the Northland."

"They are even the northerners of Longxiao City!"

"We never escape! Because we value honor more than life and interests!"

The hall fell silent.

Tyles saw from the corner of his eye, Ian sneered disapprovingly.

The stressed Selma finally smiled, and she looked at Lisban gratefully.

"That's right, Shire, we need to send troops to the west as we did 20 years ago to revive the prestigious name of Longxiao City," the grand duke seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "As for King Chaman... …"

Just now.

"Of course!"

Across from the Earl of Brisbane, Earl Nagel, who is the first on the right hand of the Grand Duke, spoke.

"Of course we are willing to fight for Exeter's honor and disgrace, for your honor, madam."

His old voice didn't compromise his majesty, and for a moment he even reminded Thales of the once ascended king.

Nagil, like a veteran elder, persuades and seduces himself: "But as a vassal who has been so kind and loyal to the Walton family, I have a responsibility and obligation to remind you: think more."

Selma tensed her face.

Tyles clenched his fists, and an ominous premonition hit his mind.

"Following the footsteps of my father and grandfather, sending troops to the West may indeed make people praise you, and even spread it as a good talk."

"But after the battle, when we win the victory and tear down the walls of the Freedom League again?" Nagel looked around the audience and whispered: "We, Dragon City is just one in the city of Qiyuan Swinging back and forth with the black sand collar, nothing more than a chess piece used by others."

Ian raised his eyebrows.

Selma's face tightened, a little anxious, she was about to speak: "But..."

"Yes, maybe you have protected the dignity of Longxiao City, and people praised it as'not bad.'" Najir interrupted his prince unhurriedly: "But Longxiao City can really What did you get?"

The nobles in the hall listened to him quietly.

Especially the other five Earls of Lisbane looked ugly.

Nagil continued: "Re-order Exeter's power?"

"Or the war-for-profit jewels from Qiyuan City?"

"Or a king's commendation from the black sand collar?"

His voice echoed in the hall.

Nagil stared at the grand prince with electric eyes.

Selma bit her lower lip and glanced at Thales for help.

But Thales is powerless at this moment.

"Twenty years ago, my grandfather did just that, and he gained..." The grandpa was a little panicked.

She was interrupted again.

"He was the king at that time, and your grandfather, Nunn and us all represented the entire Exeter," Nagel said slowly: "Now?"

Najir sighed long, stood up tremblingly in the solemn eyes of everyone, and looked at the Soul Slaughter Gun behind the Grand Duke.

The eyes are full of pain and nostalgia.

"It's not twenty years ago anymore, ma'am."

His tone is downplayed, but with a sadness that is hard to ignore: "Longxiao City has no king anymore."

At that moment, Thales reconsidered the old earl, and the alarm continued in his heart.

He had a foresight of the direction of the conversation.

Oops.

This guy...

Definitely a ruthless character who won't lose to Lisban!

"We have exhausted the suffering caused by outsiders," Nagil turned his head, and his voice became cold: "Why should you be a **** again and go to this muddy water?"

Many people murmured in the hall.

The Grand Duke is at a loss.

"Have a hard time? Old friend," Lisban stared at Nagier, "What do you mean?"

The person who took over his conversation was Count Linna.

"He didn't understand enough," Linna said in his heartless words as always: "Six years ago, the new king and the four princes together almost forcibly determined the ownership of Longxiao City. Kester’s first ever female grandfather."

All eyes gathered on a seat.

There, Selma's face became paler.

Nazer shook his head.

"I don't mean to be disrespectful, ma'am," he smiled apologetically at the girl in his seat, his tone of disappointment: "But we are no longer the mighty Dragon City."

"For the past six years, the morale of the vassals was low, the military spirit was languishing, and the nobility was scattered and it was difficult to unite."

"And opponents like Heisha Ling and Qiyuan City can now swagger into the city to spy on us and insult us in the Palace of Valor."

Ian was about to say something, but Thales grabbed his shoulder.

"No," the prince frowned: "It's not time yet."

Earl Nazaire clasped his hands together with a solemn expression: "From that day on, the entire Exeter has looked down upon us: a girl sitting on the throne of the Grand Duke, with us, watching the experience feebly After disasters, Wang Xie, and foreign troops wreaked havoc, the desolate Longxiao City was ruined."

The grand duke bit her lip and said nothing.

On the other side of him, Lisban's gaze can almost release lightning.

"You want us to send troops to safeguard Walton's dignity~IndoMTL.com~Rejuvenate the reputation of Longxiao City to regain our place in Exeter, of course."

"It must be the same," Nazaire nodded, regaining respect and indifference: "But you may have overlooked the greater crisis we are facing, and you have also ignored the real renewal of our reputation and the firmness of the dragon. City’s approach."

"What are you talking about?" With the full hall's gaze, the grandfather said with difficulty: "The real way?"

Nazer shook his head, without speaking.

"I think, the earl is saying...for six years, in the eyes of others, the Grand Duke of Longxiao City is a young and weak orphan, without a husband or heir, and the Walton family is crumbling... …" Kirtson said sarcastically: "Even us, the vassal of Longxiao City himself, feel that we are like the setting sun..."

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

Thyls looked at Selma, whose lips wriggled weakly on the stage, like a fish struggling weakly on a chopping board.

His teeth tightened as they clenched.

"Are you accusing me?" Selma said hard.

Slap.

Nazer clapped his hands.

"No, we care about you, we care about you, madam." Nazer said in a gentle tone: "Just as we love Longxiao City and be loyal to His Majesty the King."

"So we need you to become stronger."

"Longxiao City can no longer be exhausted in weakness and turmoil, and I am tired of endless confrontation with Charles. We used to be friends of life and death, but now we are arguing for you. Enemy."

Nazer did not rush, as if a most competent consultant, calmly and rationally suggested: "Madam, for Longxiaocheng, you need a husband."

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