He wanted to stop Lin Yu's actions, but right now he was really powerless.

As long as Lin Yu doesn't go to the capital for a day, then he has no chance of attacking Lin Yu.

Reinhardt, who had been silent for a while, finally opened his mouth in the eyes of everyone's expectations, but it was not the declaration of war that everyone thought, but whispered to Feirut.

"Lord Feirut, let's go."

Continuing to stay here has no effect, not only to suppress the urge to fight against Lin Yu, but also to suppress the dragon sword.

What bothered him even more was that if Feirut also refused to participate in the election, all the success would be lost.

Originally, Feirut didn't care much about Wang Xuan, but she was only temporarily persuaded by herself, and she came to realize her own ideal by the way.

Now, after being ridiculed and ridiculed by the members of the Society of the Sages, and being attacked by Priscilla one after another, he is already very excited about the election.

As soon as Reinhardt's words came out, the entire hall fell silent.

The last hope of these people is that Reinhardt also gave up the confrontation with Lin Yu, not to mention the rest of them.

Even if Lin Yu rounded and flattened them, they had no room to resist.

However, in the face of Reinhardt's words, Feirut did not answer immediately, but silently glanced at Lin Yu, the person who once had a relationship with her.

He looked at Emilia standing beside Lin Yu and the body of the congressman on the ground, with envious expressions in his eyes.

Feirut, who has been living in the slums, has never tried the taste of being cared for, except that Lord Roma in the treasury has taken good care of her.

Treating like Emilia, I have never had it, or even dared not even think about it.

For the sake of a scolding, he dared to face the entire sage society and even killed a member of parliament to vent his anger.

In contrast, when he was insulted by Priscilla and others, the actions between Reinhardt and Lin Yu were immediately judged.

Girls are inherently more emotional beings, especially a young existence like Felt, who always has some fantasies of his own.

But in reality, her fantasies were ultimately not realized.

Even if Reinhardt was the perfect knight, it couldn't bring her any consolation.

"No need, Reinhardt, it wasn't my intention to participate in the election, and these guys unexpectedly didn't want to see me."

Feirut raised his chin slightly and looked coldly at Priscilla and the officials and nobles who had scolded her before, without concealing the disdain in his eyes.

"In this case, there is no need for me to stay here shamelessly."

Saying that, Feirut turned to look at Lin Yu.

"Brother, if I withdraw from the dry election, can you do me a favor?"

Lin Yu raised his eyebrows, but did not agree directly, but looked at Reinhardt's sinking expression, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Tell me what's going on first."

Feirut's mouth cracked into a wicked smile, and his neat white teeth were looming in the smile.

"That is to help me teach this guy a good lesson, and that arrogant old woman!"

Felt stuck her waist, and unceremoniously stretched out her finger to the officer she had just scolded, as well as Priscilla.

Feirut, who grew up in the slums, has always been worthy of retribution. How could she bear such a humiliation in front of so many people at the hands of these two people today.

Since Reinhardt doesn't help her vent her anger, then she will do it herself.

Anyway, a qualification for a bad election is not something worthy of peace for her at all.

Hearing Feirut's words, Lin Yu gave Reinhardt a meaningful look.

This noble knight's face was completely cold at this time, and his face was frosty.

It's not that he didn't want to vent his anger for Root, but that he was simply unable to act as recklessly as Lin Yu did.

But because of this, Feilu 420 would rather make a request to Lin Yu on the condition of withdrawing from the election, which was really something Reinhardt did not expect.

The time between Reinhardt and Feirut was too short.

Although Feirut grew up in a slum, he had no school hours, no etiquette, and little upbringing.

But his temperament is extraordinarily strong. If Reinhardt can understand Feirut's personality earlier, then maybe this kind of thing today can be saved a little bit.

But now, it's too late

"Is it just that?"

"Well, as long as you are willing to help me, then I will withdraw from the dry election!"

Feirut's eyes were firm and he said decisively.

A pair of clear eyes looked at the official with an extremely ugly face, and Priscilla, and his heart was extremely happy.

Naturally, Lin Yu would not refuse. This kind of trivial matter was just a small effort for him.

After Feirut also withdrew, there were only two candidates left for Wang's election, which was naturally a good thing for his plan.

The fewer the number of people competing, the easier it would be for Emilia to climb to the top.

Everything is progressing in the best direction.

Chapter [-]: Priscilla's Difficult Choices

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