Vol 2 Chapter 310: Write a legendary person (on)

Chapter 310 Writing Legendary People (Part 1)
Selma frowned, and the impatient color reappeared on his face: "You must have good reasons to rewind this topic?"
Tyres coughed unnaturally: "Selma..."
But I didn't have time to finish talking, and Ian chuckled.
"No intention to offend, don't take you too seriously, ma'am," the successor of Qiyuan City raised a finger and shook his head slightly: "Know that not everyone is crying and rushing, fighting for the blood." The stream wants to marry you."
Selma's face changed.
Ian turned his head abruptly and looked mysteriously at Tells: "Is it?"
Tyres picked it up and he coughed twice again unnaturally: "Selma, he meant..."
"I know what he is saying," Selma looked at Ian coldly and then turned to Tyres. There was a slight distortion on the white face: "He is right, isn't it? Obviously, I can't. Let people who don't like me, I am inexplicably intoxicated - I am not the protagonist in the legend."
God.
Tyres bowed his head stiffly.
Like discovering the new world, he suddenly noticed that the food on the table was delicious.
Ian pulled his mouth, looked at her, looked at him again, and smiled a little: "We are not the protagonists of the legend."
"Unless we write our own legend."
When Tyres took the food and stretched it in half, the Selma breathed a sigh of relief, pressing down the unhappiness of his heart and looking at the rude visitors.
The female grandfather raised his brow: "And that?"
But Ian just smiled without any deep thoughts, and his face was awkward.
"Ms., Your Highness, we are now facing the same problem," Ian, who is serious, looks particularly special. His facial features, which are slightly different from those of the traditional Northlanders, can’t help but pay attention: "A few months ago, we respected His Majesty the King, Chaman Rumba, issued a new aristocratic decree in the Black Sands."
Selma and Tyres finally put down the embarrassment and listened carefully.
The dining room seemed to be a war room at this moment.
Ian learned the words of Tyres and knocked on the table: "Do you know what it means?"
He turned his head and looked serious.
The female grandfather frowned slightly, then nodded, and it was difficult to conceal the unhappiness in his tone: "Yeah, I heard that everyone said that he is following the harsh laws of the imperial empire, excluding dissidents, such as stipulating a civilian. Become the standard of the nobility..."
The decree of the king.
The standard of the nobility.
The prince suddenly remembered some knowledge that should not appear in this world, and also remembered the discussion with Hicksor these days, as well as the secret points of Putilite.
Tyres sighed and shook his head, interrupting Selma: "No, Selma, how the decree is just an appearance, whether it is strict or not, what is really important is the flow of power behind it."
Selma reveals the look of doubt.
"Chaman King, he has passed down the traditional aristocratic rules that have been passed down from the "Committance of the Oath", whether concealed or not concealed, written unwritten, habitually unaccustomed, compromised and uncompromising, The secrets that are not secret are all written as inscriptions and placed in front of their own gates."
When the prince remembered Rumba’s words on the carriage, he remembered the terrible King Chaman’s hand holding the name of Exeter’s pawn, and the power and will of the star sage that was more than a hundred years ago could not help but feel: "He tried to superimpose the king's authority on the aristocracy's autonomy and put the interpretation and execution of the "Committance of the Covenant" in his own hands. He violated those with a long history, even at the beginning of the founding of the country, he supported it. The Lombard family ruled the old aristocrats and old vassals of the Black Sands. If the decree came into effect, it would mean that Chaman’s will would overwrite traditional practices and rules, and the life and power of the vassals would no longer be their own. It is no longer shared with the king himself, but only the king."
Selma did not speak.
"In other words," Ian smirked and shook his head, his mouth curled up: "He licked his big scorpion."
"Let him face the toughest situation since the coronation."
He looked at Tyres: "There is always a price to pay. He wants to challenge the natural rights of the vassals, but he is also shaking his natural rights and eroding the cornerstone of his rule."
"The old aristocratic vassals in the black sand collar screamed in unison: the Count of Mende made a public announcement and fiercely refutes his lord. The Devenson family said that the king did not take back the decree in one day, and all the vassals in the county would resist the tax. Indefinitely extended, the Earl of Peruno went to Blackshacheng to confront the king in high-profile, and the Ika family even recalled the 900 soldiers who were stationed in the border guards and guarded the Broken Dragon Fortress in accordance with the duty of rotation. The whole black sand collar changed overnight. It became the enemy of King Chaman, "The heir to the city of Qiyuan smiled slightly: "This is his miscalculation."
In the Yingling Palace, the second prince suffered a lot of troubles, but it was the first time that Taylors heard the specific predicament faced by Rumba.
It sounds terrible.
He remembered the carriage, the complicated king, and his emotions:
[All the decrees I tried to carry out were difficult, even in the black sand collar. The resistance is not small... My vassals are full of grievances, just want to move...]
In the heart of Tyres, he was trying to speak, but he was robbed by the female prince.
"It’s weird," Selma frowned. "Charles told me that the vassals have their own interests and calculations. They will not easily show their knives to the Lord, and it is difficult to get together and stand together, let alone In the face of Lombard, and he is still the king's respect - if there is no foreign aid and cards, the opponents in the black sand collar may not be so emboldened, organized, and tacit."
In the face of the question of the female grandfather, Ian put on a very deep expression.
The dining room was silent for a few seconds.
"Wait, are you?" Soon, the female servant moved a little and said: "Is it you--is the big man, who supports them in the back against their actions and even made a promise?"
Tyres looked at him.
Perhaps, as the female grandfather of Longyan City, she has not made no progress in six years.
However, the past has never noticed.
Ian was slightly in the seat and showed a perfect etiquette - this is really rare in the North.
"How can we miss this opportunity?"
Ian straightened up and looked at Emer's Selma and chuckled out: "It's not just us, but also guarding the city and the Elk City."
The Viscount lord nodded and nodded: "In addition to the long-lasting succession of the sacred city, and the Sister's family of the squadron, as always, the glaciers are also willing to join, but not long, in the south. The Weilan collar and the rebuilt tower will also return their letters."
"This is a collective conspiracy. The distinctive king in the black sand collar is our goal."
Looking at Selma's motionless expression, Tells knew that she remembered the day six years ago.
That black ring.
The crown.
The crying girl.
Inexplicable emotions filled the heart of Taylors.
In the dining room, Ian was like a hunter with a bow and arrow in his hand, revealing a smile that he must have: "The arrow has been off the string and the knife has been squirted."
"Rumba's chips are disappearing, his vassals are dissatisfied, his people are skeptical, his taxes are decreasing, his army is loosening... the famous Rumba family in the north, the 'uprising king' Quesso and nine One of the knights' 'boiling blood' Holt's legacy of prestige left behind is being consumed."
The prince of the stars carefully recalled the character and means of Rumba, and pressed the subconscious to disapprove and listened to Ian’s words silently.
"It will take a long time, maybe half a year, or even a few months, the king's rule will be shaken, the natural authority of the iron fist family will dissipate, and his decree will no longer be a step in the castle - he will become a powerless loneliness The king, in his own castle, slammed into the next king."
Ian took a deep breath and suddenly turned around.
"But, when everything is step by step, only one step away from success," he said without hesitation: "At this time, there were some minor accidents."
Selma lowered his head and thought: "You mean that the Freedom League broke out of the crisis and tried to get rid of Exeter?"
Ian showed a recognized smile.
"And in this accident, Qi Yuancheng happened to bear the brunt," said the female grandfather slowly: "Is this really an accident?"
"It's understandable - there will be a bump in the summit," Ian exhaled and nodded. "The beasts are still fighting, even the dead orcs who are dying will have the power to fight back, not to mention the killing of a brother and a king." By?"
Tyre couldn't help but frown when he heard Ian's words.
In these few minutes, Tyres did not interject. He silently watched Selma's conversation with Ian, but suddenly felt an inexplicable strangeness.
The little slick that was hiding behind her behind her tears, Selma, who has been sitting in the position of the Grand Duke for years.
When did you become able to compete with your opponent at the negotiating table and collude with your allies?
Feelings, gratification, loss, and sorrow, the complex thoughts of countless emotions come to mind.
Why did he not find it in the past six years? Why is it now, is he is going to...
But Tyres immediately clenched his fist.
Do not.
This is not enough.
Her opponent...
Her allies...
This is not enough.
"Because of the grand princes headed by the city of Qiyuan, with their support and assurance from the outside, the old aristocrats in the black sand collar can rebel against the king without hesitation," Ian sighed. "But we can't The Freedom League turns a blind eye - to be honest, as far as I have received news, the situation in the alliance has become irreparable and a peaceful settlement is impossible."
"But if the army of the city of Qiyuan is busy with the expedition, the hands of the Ronnie family are tied to a stake called the "Freedom League"..."
He spread his hands and shrugged.
"For the opponents of the king, the promise of the city is not so reliable," Taylors said from his own thoughts and silently took the message: "At the same time, the king can be easier. The opposition is against the helpless opponents, through the crisis, and even further consolidate his authority and reshape the black sand collar that belongs to him."
Snapped!
Ian slammed the palm of his hand.
"If Lombard has weathered this storm... Believe me, that's not just a hunting failure for us," Ian puts the most sincere expression, the former pick and deliberate I swept away and said: "That is what we don't want to see."
As for what exactly is "we don't want to see it," he did not say it.
Selmaton paused and wondered: "So, is the position of Longyan City in this storm so important?"

Yes,
Ian looked at the female grandfather, and his eyes affirmed:
Longyan City is the closest to us in the nine territories, and the only one with surplus strength, financial resources and irrefutable name. It can send troops and join us. The great public power of the Expedition Freedom League."
"The closest? The only one?"
"I can understand the map," said the female grandfather with a disapproving expression: "Did you take the Leko Grand Duke who is defending the city as a dead person?"
"Hey, the old bald man who defended himself?" Ian sneered: "The difference between him and the dead is not much."
Selma raised his eyebrows.
"Selma," Tyres sorted out his ideas and said: "Praying for the city and the black sand collar, Ronnie and Chaman are in a balance called 'Freedom League Crisis' or 'King's Decree Crisis' end."
"You are the supreme lord of Longyan City, your decision, your army, your vassal will be the biggest bargaining chip in this game."
The prince watched Ian cautiously and said: "Long Yucheng promised to send troops to the west and help the Ronnie family to slash the Freedom League. That Ian will greatly increase their chances of defeating the king; if you stand by and stand still, then Chaman The pressure on the king will be greatly reduced."
Selma pondered quietly.
"But," Taylors took a deep breath: "Once you are going to send troops, your vassals..."
Selma looked up and the coldness in his eyes made the two could not help.
"My marriage." The female official said faintly: "I understand."
Ian glanced at Tyres and nodded.
"Lombard must have done something, so your vassals will reveal their embarrassment of power and disrespect for the woman at this moment."
"Once you are determined to send troops, they will use this as a slogan, forcing you to marry," said Teres's face more and more serious. "And you are forced by the family's honor, and you have to make a dilemma. They are married under the request, but after the marriage, Long Yucheng will fall into the whirlpool of power imbalance. Who knows what troubles will be waiting for you."
"The lords and vassals are screaming at each other," Ian snorted. "To tell the truth, this is nothing new in the city of Qiyuan."
"At the same time, King Chaman will use his means to clear and resolve his opponents in his own territory," Tyres sighed. "One by one, one day after another, until no one. Dare to oppose him and oppose the king’s decree."
"This is what Lombard thinks."
"It is also the meaning of my coming here," the heir of the city of Qiyuan took a formal posture and was solemn: "Ms., whether it is for the Longyan City, to restore the reputation of the Dragon Gun family, or to lend a helping hand to the city of Qiyuan. To defeat the king’s apostasy, it’s a war that you have to fight.

Ian’s eyes are so burning that it’s hard to believe him a few hours ago, or that maverick, a frowning grandfather.
"We are in the same game, facing the same opponent."
Selma is silent, but the color in her eyes is unprecedented.
She gave a look to Tyres, and the second prince returned with an encouraging look.
"But we also saw that Rumba used your vassals to hold on to Longyan City. The envoys of the Black Sands were not idle and boring to visit Longyan City," Ian said earnestly. After the distant city, the hands of the Dragon Gun family were also tied."
"So, praying for the city is not just for help. It is unrealistic to ask for help from a person who is bound by both hands."

So,
Selma took a deep breath:
You mean...

Ian nodded heavily.
"We are here to help - if Qiyuan City and Longyan City are two people who are tied to both hands at the same time, then we will do the next thing," he said than a hand knife: "I will help you untie the bond first." Then you cut the rope for me."
The Viscounts of Fengcheng and the two looked at each other separately: "Then stand up together and go to the person who tied us."
(End of this chapter)