In the eyes of everyone’s attention, Shi Shiran opened the door on the second floor, but what came out from behind the door was not the Brando or the former attendant as the nobles imagined, but a noble robe with gray hair and a face. Full of wrinkles and age spots, the trembling Noble Metz, everyone was stunned, because this person is the Lord of Fatan City-Baron Ludwig Metz. In the silence, the baron slowly came to the handrail and glanced at the people with a majestic look. His eyes only stopped for a while on the Earl of Alcons and the others, and then he said: "Everyone, come to my territory, I Welcome, I also heard about what happened to the south, and I deeply regret that, but today you gathered in my castle, why is it?"
There was a dead silence, and the nobles downstairs couldn't help looking at each other, wondering if this old guy was under house arrest, how could he suddenly appear in this place, was it because of pressure to speak, and the other party wanted to use this to force them to leave? This method is also too hateful. The time downstairs is silent, as if a punch is in the air. Everyone wants to wait until a few leading nobles speak, but the five people including Earl Alcons are late. After not speaking, finally a quick-tempered nobleman could not bear to stand up: "My Lord Baron, please let Count Fir of Eruin come out, we are here to find him."
"Eluin's head of the envoy is a distinguished guest, why are you looking for him?" the baron asked.
No, Earl Alcons' heart sank, and the feeling of conspiracy in his heart became more and more obvious. He looked back and saw that the faces of the people around him were similar, but at this time he had no time to stop his men. He spoke, but the nobleman replied loudly when he spoke at the beginning: "Lord Baron, you don't have to worry about the threat of the person behind. We came to him today to let him come out and clean up the situation. Now the situation is clear, Eruin People shouldn't want to occupy your port, your lord?"
"Shut up!" Baron Metz's complexion suddenly sank, and his voice was as cold as a layer of frost, which made everyone downstairs feel terrified. Of course, this is not to say that Baron Metz's status is the most outstanding, it's just that He is now condescending and the host of this place, occupying a geographical advantage, and he naturally wins over his momentum: "I am the city lord of Fattan Harbor, and everything is naturally controlled by me here. You are my guests. The Luin envoy is also my guest. I hope that you will not make trouble here, so as not to corrupt the image of the imperial aristocracy."
Everyone was dumbfounded by these words, and they couldn't find a reason to refute for a while. Of course, these words are not flawed in theory, but everyone knows that you Ludwig Metz is at this time. What kind of city lord is a puppet at best, but these words can't be put on the table, for a time all the noble faces are very strange, as if they are constipated.
Sure enough—
Count Alcons’ face was sinking. He had long expected Brando to be impossible to speak so well. Now this face-to-face slap was in his expectation. Somehow, he was relieved in his heart. The release of Baron Metz shows that there is still room for negotiation in the other side's heart, at least not intending to make things too stale. He then frowned again, but playing this kind of trick is a trick after all. If Brando doesn’t want to see them, he can just drive them away. You can’t play with such small tricks. Although cleverness can fool people for a while, it’s here. This time, it will only make people look down, or that the young man has other goals.
But no matter what the purpose, Baron Metz’s words have blocked the room for others to speak. Count Alcons knew that he could not speak without speaking. He pondered for a moment before raising his head and saying: "Mr. Baron, anyway, It is not a way to stay trapped here at the moment, and it is impossible for us to stay here all the time. We have to come up with a solution. The situation in the empire is now in chaos. Your Majesty is fighting the rebels in the Zweig area, and Qiaogendigang is fighting the Lion. The army of adults has been inspired by our emperor and turned back. Now the White Army has entered the port of Columbia, and it is only three days away from Fattan. We are uncertain and may be regarded as a party of rebels."
Count Alcons had just finished speaking, and suddenly realized that it was not good. He suddenly remembered that Baron Metz was a subject of Duke Lena. Now that the Duke clearly stands on the side of the military aristocracy, isn't the position of the former self-evident? Sure enough, before he had time to change his words, Baron Metz interrupted him faintly: "I agree with most of your statements, Lord Earl, but have reservations about some of them. Constance colluded with the evil dragon and took his father to the throne. Trying to attack the princes in an attempt to subvert the empire, I doubt whether such a vicious woman can still be called the emperor of the empire."
This sentence was like a blockbuster falling into the water, which immediately caused a thousand waves of waves, and the nobles were in an uproar, whether it was for the words of Baron Metz, or for Baron Metz's bold behavior.
The humming sound resounded through the hall again, but this time Earl Alcons had no intention of restraining his subordinates. He felt sweat on his forehead. He didn't expect that this old man seemed to be old-fashioned. The old dog-like baron was so fierce that he was driven to desperation when he opened his mouth. He almost wanted to reach out to wipe the sweat, but finally calmed down and sighed: "My Lord Baron, please pay attention to your words... "
"Why, Lord Earl doesn't believe me?" Baron Metz sneered.
"Of course, there may be some rumors that are unfavorable to Her Majesty the Queen, but it is always the enemy's means of deceiving the world, it is not worth mentioning—"
Count Alcons' words came to an abrupt end. He suddenly reacted, and suddenly realized that the city lord of Fatan in front of him did not seem to be persecuted by Brando. If the opponent was just a puppet, then he didn't need to argue with words. Do it this way. He suddenly thought of a terrible possibility. The cold sweat on his forehead could no longer stop for a while, and it stained. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Baron Metz, realizing that he might have been taken aback.
"Earl Alcons, it seems that you are planning to stand on the opposite side of the empire."
"I..." Earl Alcons' status in the empire is still faintly higher than that of Baron Metz, but at this moment he can't say anything. At this time, the others in the hall saw that the situation was faintly wrong. , For a while, he wisely chose to keep his mouth shut. Even Earl Jean next to Earl Alcons was cautious not to say a word. Rogers raised his head and found out that the corners around the second floor of the hall were already full of knights in heavy armor—these knights. His shirts are clearly the style of the Cruz Empire—obviously they are not some Eruin army.
The inner court knight raised his brows, then lowered his head suddenly, let alone expressing any opinions.
Count Alcons finally wiped his sweat and asked, "Mr. Baron, what do you mean?"
"That's what I meant." A man's voice rang from behind Baron Metz. All the nobles present saw Baron Metz retreat respectfully and let the man come forward. In fact, Orr Count Constance didn't need to see the man's appearance, his face had changed horribly just by hearing his voice. He raised his head almost incredulously, and saw that handsome, indifferent face appear in his vision.
At this moment, the countenance of Count Alkans can be described as weird, but fortunately no one can laugh at his ridiculous look, because dozens of faces in the hall are surprisingly consistent, seeing the young man When he appeared from behind Baron Metz, many people made a faint gasp.
"The emperor... His Royal Highness the eldest son?"
"Why, it's weird to see me?" Prince Lenaret said with a cold face: "Or because I received my obituary in advance, now I suspect that I am a fake?"
"No... I dare not..."
"Well, then I want to tell you a piece of news, my mother has already harmed the unity of all things, and now they are colluding with the Miner people in order to subvert the empire and persecute my brothers and sisters. I now demand all the nobles of the entire empire. Heed my call to join the King Qin Yijun to save the empire.” Lenaret didn’t seem to be telling the news, but rather as if he was giving an order. He didn’t even need to get any approval, as if he was simply expressing himself. Position: "Do you understand?"
We... Count Alcons is still thinking about this term, but the eldest son doesn’t seem to need their answer at all. He stretches out his hand directly: "Earl Alcons, Earl Jean, and my knight of the inner court, come up and see you. Me, everyone else, go away!"
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"Are these people obedient?" Just as the eldest son of the prince was showing his power, the three of Roman, Brando, and Flo were actually standing in the lobby on the second floor and watching the farce not far away. The merchant asked curiously. road.
Brando shook his head silently: "That's their own business for the Cruz people," he paused, and added: "There are many forces within the empire. In fact, the Silver Queen only controls the nobles in Cape Bay, that is, It is said that the only true allegiance to her is the White Legion and a part of the Imperial Navy, and even the Scarlet Legion has to pay a big discount, otherwise the wind elves have been in a truce for several weeks, and they are not seen in the four-leaf clover plain. Reaction? As for the remaining mountain people and Senya people, they are all ethnic minorities in the empire. Since they are called ethnic minorities, as the name suggests, there will not be too many people, and there will be fewer troops. They are similar to the main armies of the empire. Compared, it’s not worth mentioning. The last remaining witches and Miners are not even a fraction. The empire is a behemoth. These powers may be strong in the hands of a lord, but even if they are placed in the empire. Nothing, at least it can't determine the strength comparison within the empire."
"I understand," the merchant lady suddenly realized: "The reason why Ludwig's nobles retreated in a row is because they are a pile of loose sand, fighting each other, and each have their own calculations, as if business investment has no clear purpose, and it is natural. It's easy to fail."
"Clever," Brando patted Roman's forehead approvingly, causing the latter to glared at him again and again. He smiled: "There will be no less opposition in the empire. The temple of flames is more loyal than you think. It's much more, but these forces are too scattered, and no single unit will be Her Majesty’s opponent. Everyone has the idea to protect themselves. This is not surprising. In the case of absolute power balance, except for a few extremes No one would choose to die in vain. But if the balance of power is not as great as imagined, it will be different. Now that there is a common benefit to rely on, it will be different."
"Rely on common interests," Fro gave Brando a strange look. "Lord Lord said that the eldest son of the emperor?"
Brando chuckled: "I said earlier, this man is a stranger."
"Brando, when did you say that?" The merchant girl raised her eyebrows curiously.
"Naturally said, how else would I keep him?" The bragging was dismantled, and the young Lord Earl couldn't help being a little bit irritated: "Knowing that at that time, it was not easy for me to conceal the whereabouts of the next empire heir. Matter, and taking great political and diplomatic risks, if I hadn't seen the gains today, how could I convince our stubborn princess?"
Out of familiarity with Brando’s consistent character, Roman glanced at him suspiciously, but Flor seemed to believe it, and the wild elf girl frowned slightly: “The powers in the Cruz Empire are complicated. Which ones are loyal to the Silver Queen? Loyal to the eldest son of the emperor, what is their relationship? Lord Lord, have you investigated this?"
"Naturally," Brando sighed: "The Cruz people are too close to us, and the empire is too strong. We may not understand ourselves, but we must understand the empire."
Floran, she was born in the indisputable Ellanta, although she later traveled to White City with her sister like many other wild elves, where she joined the mercenary group and became a mercenary wizard. The Ten-City Region is also tangled by various forces. The city-states often squabble and fight each other. However, as a mercenary, you often don’t need to think about so many things, and it’s hard to experience the feeling of being frightened and walking on thin ice all day. At this moment, she seemed to recognize the young lord next to her again, and she couldn't help but frown and glanced at the latter in a very complicated manner.
It's a pity that Brando didn't notice the look of his'personal secretary' at all. He thought of Eruin at this moment, of the fir collar and the vast black forest.
One day, Eluin will no longer need to rely on the breath of others to survive. At that time, Eluin will also have a vast territory and strong strength. Elu people will no longer need to guess the minds of others to live, they will also be a fierce lion, standing proudly on this land.
Perhaps only then can the wishes of the eldest princess and the Valkyrie be considered fulfilled.
Brando suddenly recalled the princess and the Valkyrie in the game. They are very different from Griffin and Freya today. The environment and suffering have changed them, but today Eruin also No longer need such princesses and Valkyrie.
Because Eruin no longer needs people, its people cry silently for it.
He came back to his senses, and the conversation in the hall was nearing an end. "What did you see, Flor?" Brando asked suddenly, turning his head back.
Flor froze slightly, as if she had awakened from something. She blushed rarely, and shook her head quickly and said, "What do you see?"
"Earl Alcons did not come voluntarily. He is the leader of the nobility. What does it mean if he doesn't have the intention to agitate these people?" Brando sneered, "I was originally curious. Given enough profound lessons to these nobles, they shouldn't heal the scars so soon and forget the pain. Thinking about it now, I shouldn't miss anything, but there is another reason behind this."
Fro frowned slightly. If she still couldn't hear what her lord was saying, then her so-called lord secretary was also a fool: "Lord lord, do you mean that someone is agitating behind these nobles? Who is it?"
"I didn't know," Brando replied coldly, "but it's a pity that some people are too anxious to show their fox tails."
"The fox's tail is exposed," Roman chuckled. "This description is particularly appropriate."