Vol 2 Chapter 267: Unfortunately, (on)

Chapter 267 is a pity (on)
"What the are you talking about?"
The reactionary Ronnie couldn’t help but anger and screamed at Tyres.
Tyres eased his breath and looked at Ronnie calmly.
They didn't like the proposal - the prince took a panoramic view of everyone and came to this conclusion.
Not just Ronnie, except for Rumba, almost all the Grand Dukes are extremely dissatisfied - even if the oily Tlueda also exhaled from the nose, it expressed disdain.
But Taylor's reaction to them has long been expected.
Next...
"Look at me..."
Ole's Dagong re-raised his epee and fired his eyes: "Do we kill the little snakes of this star and then kill each other?"
"Prince of Tyres!" The low voice of Leko's grandfather was full of sternness at the moment: "I advise you..."
Tyres took a deep breath and Selma shook his head in the distance.
"Two minutes haven't arrived yet," the prince put on the most serious expression he could imagine: "Follow the credit, let me finish - after that you want to cut me into a few pieces!"
Grand Duke Leo stayed in his mouth and looked disgusted and angry.
Tyres turned his head right away.
Rumba is looking at him with a complicated expression.
I have to find what they care about... Taylors said to himself.
"If you become their new king," Tells resolutely said to Rumba: "Even if you let them live out of here, the Grand Dukes can't be against you on the bright side, and can't make up the reason to conquer their king." - Because this is a violation of the co-administration vows!"
"In addition to getting rid of their threats to you, you will also gain the king's status, prestige, taxation, and continue to practice your ideals in Exeter, without having to face the angry Longyan City behind the death of Dagong."
Rumba's brows are gathered together, and the words are stopped.
"Impossible!" Ronnie screamed at them with gnashing teeth: "In the end of my life, I can't choose a monarch to be king!"
"This is itself the biggest trampling and insult to the co-administration oath!"
I knew... Taylors silently said in the bottom of my heart.
Taylors can only close their eyes and inhale and turn to them.
"This is a necessary compromise!"
The prince slammed the tunnel: "Lord Ronnie, I know that your vassal has always been unstable, and Nunn has taken this opportunity to try to interfere with you - think about it: If your city is lost today, its lord... ..."
"Think about the current Longyan City!"
Ronnie’s words were a glimpse.
Tyres looked at other people, his face was anxious and his tone was very good:
"You, please let go of the extra emotions and think carefully: this is already much better than your original ending!"
"If I didn't show up, think about what you will end up in: In the case of unknown, you will step into the "Xinjun" style of Rumba, falling apart in the war and interests, and weakening in his successive tricks, unclearly Become a stepping stone of the power of Dasha, and sacrifice his family as a funerary for the co-administration of vows."
"Founding the foundation for the new Exeter kingdom without the grand princes," Tyres gasped. "I can't help but wait for my family and territory to vanish."
Oller repaired his face and looked straight at the black sand.
And Rumba is even more vocal, his eyes are tightening, his eyebrows are shaking, as if brewing a storm.
"But now you have successfully avoided the ending and learned such important information," the prince's words re-emerged: "But you will die in the Palace of the Holy Spirit, leaving a place where you don't know where to go, let your family And the territory is in turmoil?"
"Accept my proposal, at least you can safely return to the territory, return to your family, go back and take a look at your brothers and sisters, friends and family, arrange everything in an orderly manner, and then stand up again to fight against your new king. Be wary of new threats in the undercurrent!"
The Grand Duke of Tuludad inexplicably snapped a finger and looked subtle.
Taylors is anxiously awaiting the response of the Grand Dukes.
"You mean," said Leko, who stabilized his emotions and said the truth of the prince's suggestion: "You want us to give this monarch's power and status to the king, the initiative and protection of the struggle." The shields are handed over to the hands of this traitor in exchange for our own embarrassment and stealing..."
The bald boss has changed his tone and his eyes are like a knife.
"And then waiting for him as a king, killing us one by one? Building his own kingdom?" The boss at the moment is a volcano before the outbreak, which is disturbing: "You are too small to see our northern people, Prince Tells."
"We would rather die here!"
Lombara sneered at the benefit and harvested the glory of the Grand Dukes.
Tyres sighed in pain.
Damn Northern people.
I have to solve their worries.
The prince closed his eyes and pulled his head to the left to the maximum arc, and then slammed back:
"Do not!"
"Even if he is a king, he won't be embarrassed," said Tyres, squeezing his eyes. "At least, you already know Lombard's plot, know his ambitions, understand his threats, and be alert to his existence." Even as his vassal, you can use the corresponding means to counter him..."
Tyres reminisced about the current situation of Exeter, which Gilbert, Putile, and Little Slipper once told him, trying to spell a strong argument: "For example..."
The prince’s words were stuck in the middle of the road, and he did not know for any reason what reason to convince them.
"such as……"
However, when Teres was in a dilemma, a childish female voice was inserted into the conversation.
"You are not the Duke of the Star Kingdom... The power and status of Grand Duke Exeter is much larger and much higher than the Duke."
Taylors stunned.
With amazement and surprise, the eyes of the Grand Dukes turned to one side.
I saw the young Selma tremble with the sound line, with the weakness that has not yet been reduced, rubbing the ring of the hand in the hand, stuttering:
"Even if the king has a higher status than you, even if you pay taxes to him, but as before..."
"You..." Selma swallowed, but she swallowed her throat and squeezed a small fist, screaming with a small face:
"The seventh rule of the co-administration oath has provisions: 'I am from the king, my land is from me' - as long as there are legitimate reasons, you can still refuse the king's order and refuse to enforce his decree on your own land...

Dagong is a glimpse.
"There is still Article 14: 'Under the Great Supreme, you can't resist the war'. Its opposite meaning is that in the face of the war that violates the principle and the righteousness, as long as you give reasons, convince the vassals and the people who are under your command, you have The right to dismiss the king’s call, even if it is necessary to send troops, it is up to you to decide how many people to send...

Rumba's face became ugly.
Selma continued to live in the earth: "There are precedents that are not written on the vows, but have records: If the king wants to send a bureaucrat to coordinate the conflicts between your affairs or the lords, it must be a nobleman with considerable status. ......"
"You may have to pay taxes to him, but the proportion of the payment is usually through your own internal meeting, according to the annual harvest and income - this is the practice after the 'Tan En civil strife', by the first Orchestra First proposed."
The face of Ole's Dagong suddenly became very exciting.
"So, you don't have to be afraid of the king," Selma took a deep breath: "In Exeter, the king and the Grand Duke are the masters of the land - this is the default power of the Grand Duke under the covenant."
Rumba closes his eyes tightly: So, this is why the co-administration vows must be destroyed...
Have such restrictions...
Exeter can only be a ten-headed dragon.
Selma continued: "Only in the past 90 years, under the high pressure of Longyan City, many big publics were forced to put forward various pressures."
"But the black sand collar is not a dragon city. He has neither pinched your business roads nor controlled your food production, nor is it your blood relationship - thus interfering with your internal problems."
Selma sighed with a sigh of relief, and when she said this, she suddenly reacted - the grandfathers were watching her.
The girl quickly and nervously bowed her head.
Including Lombard, the grandfather looked at her in surprise, like the first time I met this girl.
That girl...
What is it...
Taylors gave a sigh of relief and cast a grateful look at Selma.
"Correct!"
Tyres firmly held up his fists and slammed his fists on his chest: "Like you are the grand prince, against the high pressure of King Nunn: What can he do with the king? Send a hand to let you surrender?" Is the black sand collar of a frontier worse than the mighty Longyan City?"
Tyres emotionally added the following sentence: "As a native of the North, are you afraid? Or are you not willing to go to the sorrowful throne?"
Ronnie jerked his head up and grinded his teeth uncomfortably: "A second insult to the Northland..."
Oller repaired coldly on the side: "I will cut off your tongue."
Taylors is a spirit.
"Well," Tyres swallowed his throat, nodded, and sensibly did not answer: "I know that you are not afraid of death... but this is more than you unknowingly died here, leaving Exeter into chaos, let Your territory is in confusion, is it not 10,000 times better?"
"It takes more courage and responsibility to live with hope than to live with despair."
Lecco did not speak again, but fell into meditation.
Tyres’s chest was ups and downs and he was relieved a little.
But this time, it was the turn of Lombard to clench his fists and ask him about it.
"If this is the case," the black sand big public face is cold: "Why should I let them go, sit on the dangerous and unstable throne and become a famous king?"
"Remaining the scourge, let these deadly enemies who are guilty of grievances use private means to confront me in private, and one day will cause a great disaster?"
The color of Rumba is awkward: "I would rather take their heads here, and I don't want to play tricks with them."
As soon as this statement came out, the three people facing each other suddenly looked pale and immediately showed signs of reopening.
Tyres raised his hands in pain and tried to catch his own hair.
Ah!
These bastards!
"Lumba!"
Thales took a breath: "If you don't do this, you are ready to say goodbye to you!"
"The Palace of the Angels died within six days, and with the army coming out from inside, you tried to explain to the army of the Prime Minister of Brisbane and the angry Longyan City: this is all done by the stars, you just pass by. And already?"
Rumba snorted.
His hand on the hilt is getting tighter and tighter.
This kid...
This one……
hateful.
"As for the threat that the Grand Dukes are against you - aren't you Chaman Rumba?" Tyres suppressed the inexplicable anger and said: "The Revival Palace, Broken Dragon Fortress, Shield Zone, and now! We fight each other." So many times, you will never give in, you can earn hope in the Jedi every time..."
"Don't you dare to risk betting again, for your ambition and ideals, for your Exeter, sit on the dangerous and unstable throne, and continue your dangerous game on the second battlefield?"
"Is there hopeless death here, or with a glimmer of life to the danger... I need to tell you how to choose?"
Rumba's breathing gradually began to confuse.
Tyres thinks of the past of Lombard and subconsciously adds:
"Believe me, your ambitions will end after killing several Dagongs in a row. Your preparations and efforts have been destroyed in your half life, and your family tragedy continues to be played!"
"Think about your family, think about your subordinates... are you willing?"
Rumba was in the same place, and he looked at the sword in his hand for a long time.
Harold...
"Kid," Oleto's big face was heavy: "This is a while, for a while, which side are you standing on?"
Tyres had to turn back to the four great men.
He only felt like a firefighter, going back and forth, and working hard.
"No matter which side I am standing on..." Tyres sighed, physically and mentally exhausted:
"But all of you, surely no one wants a whirlwind, crumbling, and I don't know where the future is in the chaos - whether it's facing it alone or leaving it behind, is it?"
The Grand Dukes still looked unrecognizable, but Tyres was keenly aware that Lecco had put away his anger, and thoughtfully put down his hands, Tluedida grinned.
Have to work harder.
Tyres frowned and his heart moved.
"You may not understand, but I can guarantee..."
"Cather... my father, Kaiser, must be very happy to see such a scene," Taylors sketched out the cold image of the Iron King from his heart, trying to find the best way to meet the thinking of the Grand Duke:
"As for whether he will recover after the stars, and in turn, Exeter is in six positions...maybe the terrible civil strife after the death of the seven great lords, sending troops to the north, and integrating the domestic nobles through the blood of Exeter. ......"
"That's not what I can imagine," Taylors narrowed his eyes. "In particular, the seven also included three grand princes near the stars in the south."
Ole's face changed.
Grand Lecco sighed and closed his eyes.
"He makes sense," said Dr. Trudeida, who said nothing in a few minutes, "The death is too unworthy here, and it has unfavorable consequences."
Oller scolded him with a stern look: "Paceus!"
Tyres’ eyes lit up as if he had found a breakthrough.
"Look, this is where our consensus lies," the prince slammed into his palm and swept everyone with sharp eyes: "The situation is progressing so fast that you are unprepared and have no choice but to Rushing the sword in a hurry, killing to death..."
"But actually you don't want such a heavy price!"
Tyres turned around and said sincerely: "So, both of you need a gentle step, a choice that can take a step back."
"Use the throne for security," Ronnie calmed down and shook his head. "This is not a choice at all. We can't solve anything."
Tyres nodded and his heart was bitter.
"This may not be the way to solve the problem."
"But please remember: in this round, no one surrendered, no one admits defeat, no one abandons principles and beliefs," said Tyres, watching the gradually quieting grandfathers, awe-inspiring:
"You just temporarily covered the game that was halfway through, and temporarily withdrew the blade of the match, and smashed the hand and won the win and lose to the next fight."
Ole's Dagong distorted his face and made a bad sigh from his throat.
He remembered his own Weilan collar, and remembered the family training and stories that the family passed down from generation to generation...
This guy with a surname...
Comet!
Tyres turned to the sorrowful Rumba.
"This is my proposal."
"You, Rumba, you will become a king, get rid of the blame of the monarchy and the threat of the Grand Duke, gain a new power status. Although the road ahead is difficult, you can still restart your ideals without being trapped in the dangerous city of Longyan. ""
Rumba did not speak.
So Taylors looked at the Grand Duke again:
"You, the Grand Dukes, survived in a mortal situation, knowing where the real threats are, re-aligning, returning to the Territory to protect your family, maintaining the integrity of the co-management vows, and avoiding the precarious fate of Exeter.

Tyres gasped and prayed for the reaction of the great men in his heart.
Leko's grand prince slowly blinked, and he looked at Tluedida, who showed an ugly smile.
Oller was staring at Lombard in front of him, and took a few words from his teeth: "Just choose the king..."
"This is not a play, it is politics."
Unexpectedly, it was Trudeda who interrupted him.
I saw this embarrassed man narrowing his eyes: "It is a necessary compromise, an exchange of interests."
Tyres seemed to have found a straw, and he nodded gratefully: "That's right, this is another way of fighting."
"And clearly know that there are better choices, but still blindly suicide and charge, sacrifice soldiers - that is a fool's trip."
Ronnie turned to their "traitor" Tluedida, his face looked bad: "So you stand on his side?"
"If we are all led here by the black sand, then there is no need to stand on the side," Trudeida said sullenly: "Chaman is the same - he slaughtered us and was slaughtered by Brisbane."
Ronnie’s father snorted and seemed quite unscrupulous.
"By our intention, bend over to a monarch, choose him as the king," the big-haired man who the long hair clenched his teeth, his face stunned: "I also cover the ugly line of the monarch for him - you can imagine Is this worse, trampling on the act of co-administering a vow?"
The big men’s faces sank and looked at each other.
The atmosphere is very dignified.
Tyres can only open his head again.
"When you took the oath before, are you not ready to do the same?"
Taylors stabilized his breathing and only felt sweaty in his palm: "At that time, in the face of the threat of the stars, you made a painful but necessary decision, I can understand..."
"Now, in the face of the threat of Lombard, you have to make painful but necessary decisions..."
"This is the responsibility and responsibility of the lord of one place." Taylors only felt that he was rushing past, and the brain was completely useless: "It is what you have to stand in this position and must carry."
Tyres shook his head helplessly and said something he felt ironic: "For Exeter."
Upon hearing this sentence, Rumba breathed a sigh of relief and looked away, showing a silent smile.
Tyres finished the last sentence and only felt sweaty and was about to collapse.
He has tried his best.
If this doesn't work...
Then the next...
"It has been far more than two minutes."
For a long time, Lecco, who had not been in motion for a long time, opened his tired eyes, as if he had experienced a fierce duel: "Prince Taylor."
Oller and Ronnie raised their swords subconsciously and looked at Lombard, who was equally alert.
"Sorry," Tyres swallowed in pain, his mouth dry:
"Maybe my time flow rate is different from yours."
(End of this chapter)