As the priest''s trembling voice fell, the atmosphere was repressed again.


    The silence of the thirteen Knight lords standing in front of the round table made the knights in the hall nervous; The sudden silence made the original sacred ceremony a little more strange.


    Charlotte, standing in front of the round table, suddenly tightened her hands and breathed a little fast.


    Even these earls had to agree at that time under the pressure of the moment and their own coercion; But one night... They have plenty of time to rethink.


    Even now, they still have the opportunity to go back... But the consequence is the civil war in Bain and the intervention of the heavenly palace. The final result may be that the Turin family can no longer regain the glory of the past.


    And the villain who hid behind the twelve earls and used everyone''s fears and concerns to frustrate the last hope. He still hasn''t been able to find him


    And how much pressure is Loren, who is forced to stand on the cusp of the storm by himself?


    The countess hesitated to raise her eyes, but was stunned to find that the black haired wizard''s expression was very leisurely, as if the tension had nothing to do with him.


    Yes, it''s over.


    At present, Loren may be the only one in the hall who knows what the "villain behind the scenes" is doing now; He wouldn''t have stood here if he hadn''t made an agreement in advance.


    As for these earls... They were just reluctant to look at his expression, and Loren couldn''t help sighing in his heart.


    Should come, or will come


    The old man took a full glass of wine from the knight on one side, went to Loren without saying a word, and raised his eyebrows with a cold hum.


    "Don''t be nervous, boy." count angert snorted coldly and brought the glass to Lauren''s eyes: "don''t worry, since I''ve promised, I''ll never go back."


    "Angert of the Rock Castle is not the careful bosiwar, but also specially made a golden washbasin to toss people!"


    Looking at the glass in front of her, Lauren barely smiled.


    Well, at least it looks like a very "ordinary" glass.


    "I''m a happy man. I don''t like those empty ones." the old man shoved the glass into Lauren''s hand. "Drink it and we''ll forget our grudges."


    "When you get to the battlefield, the angote family will work hard for you!"


    Looking at the old man''s informal expression, like a loyal elder; Loren no longer hesitated, picked up his glass and drank it.


    Then he regretted


    That''s not wine at all, that''s lava and sulfuric acid... As soon as half a cup of wine entered the throat, the expression of the black haired wizard began to twist. A fire line flowed directly into the body along the throat, and the blood was boiling uncontrollably, almost burning up!


    The flushed Lorraine looked down and saw that a "loyal elder" had a very treacherous smile on his face.


    "How''s it going, boy?" angert looked at him and grinned to the back of his teeth. "This is the specialty of our mountain rock Castle - fierce sand, sour grapes and a good thing brewed with giant monster blood."


    "It''s so sour that it''s as bitter as sand. It''s hard to drink! But one thing... This wine is stronger than the red blood of your Turin family!"


    Looking at the complacent old man, Lauren, whose whole face was twisted into a ball, couldn''t even laugh. His forehead kept sweating and raised his glass with the last effort.


    The next second, count angert immediately turned around with a solemn expression:


    "Long live Duke Loren, long live Byrne, God bless Turin -!"


    The thunderous roar sounded, and hundreds of shouts broke out in the whole hall:


    "Long live Duke Loren, long live Byrne, God bless Turin -!!"


    The deafening sound came one after another, the mountain roared and tsunami, stretching outward from the hall, and "rolled" back to the hall from the door like waves.


    At this moment, Loren Turin, standing under the banner of the heraldry, looked at the extremely excited faces. The whole world was completely isolated from itself in the cry, and everything became so unreal, unreal, but within reach.


    It seems like a dream, like smoke and a mirror.


    Until a sudden note sounded and woke him up from his dream.


    The cry stopped suddenly, and a strange horn came from the gate; The knights in the hall were stunned and subconsciously turned their eyes to the door.


    "What''s that sound?" the count of lanmallos in Lake City turned around and looked at each other with several equally confused earls: "is there any other family Lord who didn''t show up?"


    Count Eckert, with the same confused face, frowned and suddenly widened his eyes: "wait! Should this sound be..."


    "What a... Grand occasion."


    A crisp but dignified voice with a little childish sounded from the door:


    "The last time there was a similar scene, it was my father''s time... In the legendary story of the black Duke that he would never get tired of telling..."


    Under the protection of two guard knights, the thin boy stepped into the hall of the red blood Castle palace like a deserted place.


    The hall of hundreds of knights, but no one spoke; Everyone''s eyes are staring at the figure of the boy.


    Wearing a black cloak and a long sword hanging from his waist, he stood in front of the round table with a dignified look and looked at the black haired wizard who was several heads taller than him:


    "It seems that I came at a bad time... Right?"


    "On the contrary, you came at the right time." the dark eyes and the bright silver pupil looked at each other, and Loren raised the corners of his mouth slightly:


    "Welcome to Byrne... Lord of El Mans, his Excellency Archduke Yuli vilz!"