Wizard From Afar

Death silence.

Connold is motionless, his face is as cold as ice; Duke Nolan Erde is still smiling very arrogantly, and he has his eyes facing the crown prince unabashedly.

In addition to Loren and Yuli Wiertz, even Ruben and Sarika, the two thick lines that "see the excitement is not too big", also nervously closed their mouths, four pairs of eyes kept on 'S are constantly moving at both ends of the round table.

This is not a pin against an awl anymore, but you can see the blood light flying!

"Cough! cough cough cough..."

For a long while, Corona coughed a few times and interrupted the embarrassment abruptly.

"cough cough cough...Since His Royal Highness Connold also belongs to the Imperial Family of Desalion, this kind of problem is really sudden in the past for His Royal Highness." Corona had some difficult pretendings. Calmly said: "As the crown prince, your Royal Highness must always be concerned about the safety of the empire, and why would you want to let others bear such a heavy burden for yourself?"

"Naturally! In terms of legal principles, the empire The throne should belong to His Royal Highness; but since it is to be elected, you may as well let the dukes talk about whether there is a more suitable candidate than His Royal Highness Connold. You can discuss it again!"

Na's meaning is very straightforward-the premise of this discussion is no longer to elect the emperor, but to propose other candidates to see if there is a better one than the crown prince who can compete with his highness.

In other words, you don’t have to worry anymore, and the candidates no longer have any prerequisites. You can say whoever you want to say.

After speaking, Connold's expression improved slightly.

Nolan Erde still has a sullen smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he is in control.

Feeling that the atmosphere in the hall has become a lot more relaxed, Master Corona took the lead to stand up and recommend the Minister of Military Affairs of the Imperial Cabinet, Severin Dessalion.

The reason is also very simple-as an older member of the Imperial Family today, although he is a sideline, he has rich military experience and has led many battles; in the next Azores invasion , He will definitely need his experience.

Uri Wertz, the lord of Allermans, abstained; in his opinion, this kind of thing is simply nonsense, meaningless and effective...and he hates nonsense and small talk.

Ruwen Fried was going to stand up, but under the eyes of Yuli Wiertz that could really kill people, after being winked by the black hair wizard several times, he finally gave up NS.

Regardless of Sarika Jonah, she nominated Princess Zhang and Fitronay de Salion. The reason is simpler-she is a woman, but more like a man than Knight of overwhelming majority.

Nolan Erde face doesn't change and recommends Brandon Desalion...because Brandon is the dragon rider, and the giant dragon is the first premise of the Arles acknowledge allegiance empire.

Of course, his true purpose is clear to all the people present...It doesn't matter who he recommends, anyway, it is to disgust Connold.

"My point of view remains the same-for the current empire, His Royal Highness Connold Desalion is the most suitable person in the empire."

face The black hair wizard that doesn't change, opened the mouth and said plainly: "The reason and the reason... I have explained it very clearly in the previous "Empire Manifesto"."

"And My thoughts are the same as those of Duke Ulrich Wiertz. There is nothing to discuss about this matter; holding a coronation ceremony as soon as possible, so that the empire has an emperor, is the top priority right now!"

Corona's expression on the corner of his lips moved, and he didn't say anything, but just blinked at the black hair wizard.

"So...the final decision is in your hands again, Your Royal Highness." Nolan Erd, who smiled again, turned his eyes back to Connold:

"Look, because of the loyalty of the Duke of Byrne, now you only need to open the Chrysanthemum, and no one in the empire can still have a candidate to compete with you."

Facing the Duke of Arles With overbearing gaze, Connold of the complexion ashen stood there without saying a word.

The atmosphere that Corona Master finally relieved, became depressed again.

It's another dilemma... Loren, who looked plain, kept his eyes on Nolan Erd.

If Connold says any name, it proves that he thinks there is a more suitable prince in the empire;

If he chooses himself...this troublemaker The Duke of Arles will certainly take this opportunity to make trouble.

So, Connold Desalion, how do you reverse this almost dead situation...

"Brandon Desalion ."

Connold stared at Nolan Erd with a deep face, perfectly clear saying the name one by one:

"If it was me... I will choose Brandon Desalion."

At this moment, the Knight regiment hall is the real, deathly silence.

From the Corona Master to Salika Jonah beside Loren, everyone was stunned, so shocked that they opened their mouths but speechless.

At this moment, Nolan Erde finally couldn't laugh again, unbelievably stared wide-eyed.

Everyone present...everyone didn't expect Connold to say this name!

Loren, who was always silent, suddenly noticed something and stared at Nolan Erd with a look of astonishment.

No, there is a swindle in it... No matter how much the Duke of Arles wants to block the Dessalion family, he will not deliberately pick things up and die in the Vault of Heaven; still say...

"Yes, if I were to choose, I would choose Brandon Desalion."

Connold, who didn't care about the surrounding eyes, continued to speak:" The reason is equally simple. He is the last dragon rider in the Imperial Family and the second heir to the empire. He deserves to have the qualifications to become an emperor."

"Especially right now. At this critical moment, a dragon rider... will bring great security and confidence to the empire and to all warriors who are about to fight against the enemy; when the giant dragon spreads its wings and the dragon flame burns the earth, everyone will believe The empire will win, and Dessalion...will win."

"Therefore, I recommend Brandon Dessalion to become the thirteenth emperor of the empire; but..."

Connold spoke, and his indifferent and solemn eyes swept across the faces of every duke at the table: "Dear dukes, you seem to have forgotten one thing, one person."

"That is that we are still living in the Twelfth generation, and the emperor of the Twelfth generation... Your emperor, choose me to inherit this empire!"

"So the dukes... Nominate any Desa Leone to compete with or confront me, and nominate the truly suitable candidate in your heart, who can bring you benefits."

"But please also ask yourself, your choice... Will you save the empire, or will you drag the empire into the consigned to eternal damnation hell before the Azores invasion?"

"Just like our Loren ·The Duke Torino described it."

Before the round table, no one of the people with different expressions spoke.

The black hair wizard still did not speak, and his dark pupils were firmly locked on Nolan Erd's body, his expression calm.

so that's how it is ……

From Nolan Erd’s appearance to when he started to make troubles at this meeting, all kinds of times were blocking Connold, Loren has always had an illusion... The Duke of Arles, 80% has reached an agreement with Brandon Desalion.

And the performance of the other party also proved this point very well-whether it is interrupting Connold’s rhythm or proposing the so-called "one person, one vote, electing the emperor", it seems to be constantly Create momentum for Brandon and weaken Connold's voice and influence in this Knight group meeting.

But now, it seems that this Royal Sword Knight group meeting is a two-person self-directed and self-acted double acting... The conflict between Arles Duchy and the Imperial Family has been around for a long time, and it can be an excellent target; by Nolan Erde attacked first, and he could silence everyone else.

Consultant of Eboden on the side of the wizard, Duke Lotaire who vacillates between the church and Byrne, Ulrich Wiertz who is always neutral, and Sally who is not too big to watch the excitement Car Jonah...and the Duke of Byrne who supported Brandon, Loren himself.

Connold Dessalion, he used this way to put six duchy with completely different interest demands. There is nothing to say-to retreat for progress, and to use "righteousness" to suppress people... and Loren is almost exactly the same routine.

The only difference is that Loren only targeted him, Connold, while His Royal Highness used this trick to suppress all the dukes, and even the entire empire!

Finally, Loren's eyes became more and more solemn, and the green veins were unnaturally exposed by holding his hands on the armrest of the chair.

"Who else, do you have any objections?"

The indifferent questioning student sounded under the ceiling of the Knight regiment hall.

The only answer to him was silence.

No one of the dukes with different faces spoke, and Nolan Erd, who had just jumped the most joyously, was strangely silent at this moment.

"Since you all have no objections, as the Supreme Emperor who is about to be crowned as the thirteenth generation of the empire, I solemnly declare here..."

With an indisputable tone, Connold Dessalion...At this moment, like the Supreme Emperor, he said solemnly to the dukes here:

"From now on, from the northernmost mountain of the empire to the southernmost rock Fort; from the jungle of Deep Limburg to the centaur Gobi of the Great Green Sea..."

"In the Sacrament Empire, all the land with the three-headed giant dragon flag, all the villages, all the towns , All castles, everyone-regardless of age, men and women, must obey the imperial summon and fight the invading enemy!"

"Since the Azores have started this War, then we will accompany them to carry on the war to the end; until the blood ran out, scattered ashes and dispersed smoke, the country broke down!"

"Let me remind you again...this is no longer a battle The war of patriotism, the battle of dignity; but only one of the two coexisting ethnic groups can continue to rule this world until the end!"

"Anyone who abandons this war will Will no longer be the enemy of the empire, but the enemy of our entire ethnic group-to abandon the war, to abandon the emperor, to abandon your ethnic group."

"And I assure you that for those who abandon the ethnic group... The empire will be between their betrayals and let them disappear from this world!"

"There is no bones!"

Heavy words fall, only echoes are floating in the hall , But still exuding bloody murderous aura.

No one spoke, and the dukes around the round table could even hear each other's breathing.

Until the next second...

"Bang————!!!"

The door was knocked open.

Everyone in front of the round table turned their heads at the same time, looking towards the silhouette who walked in in shock.

Connold's complexion is once again ashen.

The black hair wizard who closed his eyes, sighed helplessly.

I thought that this matter could be solved with the least cost, but did it end up in this step?

"Yoyo, everyone is here."

The frivolous voice, with a trace of randomness; staggering, step by step into the hall.

"I'm really sorry to break in so suddenly to interrupt your chat; but..."

He slowly lifts the head, looking like a child with a smile towards Connold Dessalion with an indifferent look:

"You seem to have forgotten me, my dearest Connold Dessalion Imperial Brother."

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"Invaded the Azores and was crowned the thirteenth generation of the Supreme Emperor... so many important things, how can you not invite me?"

"Or my dear Imperial Brother, I have forgotten my less obedient younger brother..."

He didn't care about the shocked eyes around him, and looked at Connold provocatively, not forgetting He cast a flying eye towards the black hair wizard.

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Loren watched Brandon's performance quietly.

"Why are you here?" Connold opened the mouth and said indifferently: "According to the arrangements of the Imperial Father before his death, you should now be in Poi, in the army camp of Legion."

"Yes, but I am here now and I am standing in front of you." With a light snap of his fingers, the embarrassed prince opened his arms, lightly snorted with disdain: "Don't pretend." Are you stupid, my respected brother-anyone who looks up should know that I am coming; or do you think there is a second dragon rider besides me in this world now?"

This is tantamount to clarifying the words thoroughly, without any concealment.

"Even so, this is the headquarters of the Knights of the Imperial Sword. Only members of the Knights can participate in this meeting." Connold gloomily said:

"Brandon , You... don’t have the qualifications to stand here!"

"Yes, but I’m already here now, and there happens to be a seat here." Brandon’s smile became brighter, and Increasingly arrogant: "So in that case, my dear Imperial Brother, how are you going to do with me?" Connold's expression became more and more ugly.

"peng!"

His Royal Highness smashed the chair, scarlet's pupils were sharp as swords, sweeping across the faces of everyone around the round table.

It is chilling.

"If this is the case, then there is only one thing I can do..." Connold coldly said:

"The Royal Sword Knight regiment, disband now!"

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The dukes with different looks got up one after another, turned and left from their positions.

In the dead hall, only the black hair wizard is left.

...and some triumphant prince.