Vol 2 Chapter 315: For Longyan City

Chapter 315 for Long Yucheng
There is no sound in the hall of the hero.
Except for the imperial city of Ian, who is extremely familiar with Ian, almost everyone, including the six countess, looked incredulously, looked at the seat, smiled, and raised his arms. Lord Raleigh, Count.
It seems to be watching a rare thing.
Tyres had to bow his head and coughed, licking Ian's leg.
Ian, who was immersed in his own world, seemed to finally realize the embarrassment of the scene.
He slammed his arms back, jumped off the seat, and waved his smile to the entire hall: "Hey, everyone?"
The aristocrats in the full hall have returned from the stunned surprise, and they have turned their heads or coughed unnaturally.
It seems to be ashamed of this scene in the hero hall.
The five imperial counts did not say a word, but they sat ugly and sat in the same place, looking at each other.
Onlookers, Thales chuckled in his heart: Ian interrupted their increasingly powerful questioning.
In the face of such unreasonable people, how can they react to this inexplicable situation?
"This clown, got your permission, and stood here to insult us all?" Earl Cotson turned to the female grandfather, his eyes were cold, his expression was stiff, and he looked like an ice wall with his armor: "Ms?"
Selma is about to answer.
"Ms., great people," in the mission of the city of Qiyuan, the nobleman who had reprimanded Ian, and the old Boni suddenly stood up in trepidation, staring at the female grandmother in the seat with a tragic and distressed look. A moment: "This is just a joke, I represent the city of Qiyuan, the behavior of Ian..."
But his words have not been finished, and the death of the crows, Monty, suddenly extended his big hand, clasped his shoulder, and forced the old Boni, who was stunned, to press down.
Ian blinked and gently moaned Monty, whose lips were slightly tilted.
At this time, the female grandfather on the seat seemed to finally stop looking, only to hear her cough.
"Everyone," Taylors can see, Selma is looking at the face of the counts, and with a smile: "This is the Lord Ian Ronnie from Ryukyu City, Ronnie. The eldest son and heir of Dagong, the Viscount of Fengcheng."
"He came with the mission of Ronnie."
Ian smiled and smiled at the female grandfather.
The counts looked at Ian, but no one showed surprise, but more of a "surely" relief, which made Taylors think: Maybe they already knew who Ian was.
"Pray Yuancheng, Ronnie," Cotterson looked at Ian a little, and his eyes revealed a slight dignity: "I have seen your father, 'Long Hair' Curry Kun is a respectable person, his words It is more trustworthy than the long sword. I also respect the Ronnie family, the knight model of the millennium in the North."
Ian’s mouth is slightly moving, like laughing and laughing.
"But when I saw you, kid?" Count Earl Cotterson shook his head disdainfully: "I am really ashamed of your father and family."
There was a burst of laughter from the vassals.
Tyres saw that Ian’s eyes flashed lightly.
"To each other," the heirs of the city of Qiyuan sat down in the most relaxed manner. "When I saw you, I was ashamed of the Dragon City and the Grand Duke."
Ian snorted: "When the disaster came, I hid outside the city, and when the Lord died, he was an unharmable count."
Earl Cotson’s face was cold.
"If I were you, coward," Ian yawned in a pretentious manner, repeating the words that Cotterson had just accused the comet: "I will commit suicide early in the morning, instead of chewing on the side of the female grandfather." Nothing happened before it was loaded."
The comet next to the female body is frowning.
This sentence is like a momentum invested in the lake, and there is a huge wave.
The aristocrats in the full hall boiled up instantly!
The nobles, especially the five counties, stared at Ian, who was indifferent, as if they were their fathers and enemies.
Taylors breathed a sigh of relief: Hey, this little Ronnie is really kind enough.
"A second time, Viscount," Earl Cotterson gnashed his teeth, highlighting the other's title: "Then you and me, we can fight."
Ian laughed.
"of course!"
He boldly waved his hand: "Duel!"
Tyres’s shock: Wait, Ian is...
But before he could understand, the heirs of the city of Qiyuan took a snap and turned their hands without any scruples. They looked at the imperial city mission with ease: "And I named the Ned in the city." Lord Monti, let him solemnly represent you with my honor to fight against you!
"how about it?"
In the distance, Monty, who was scratching her neck, froze in an instant.
Ian maintained a smiling face.
The counts once again stiffened their faces and looked at Ian.
In the duel, looking for an agent... Is this guy really a Northerner?
Tyres breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, Ian was still that Ian, and he wouldn’t suddenly become a good man who was ashamed to death.
"In the face of a duel, are you hiding behind the crow?"
Earl Cotson looked at Monty, helpless, and looked at Ian again, revealing his unbearable anger in his voice: "Cowardly, you are really a shame for our northerners."
The aristocrats in the hall all uttered disdainful scorn or ridicule, and even cursed.
But Ian was ashamed of these eyes, as if nothing was felt.
"Over the prize," Ian tilted his legs, raised his arms and shrugged his shoulders: "It is my pleasure to bring shame to you."
The atmosphere in the hall was once again detonated, and the protests and curses of the people of the Northland flooded.
Taylor sighed and patted Ian's shoulder.
You are really good, buddy.
At this time, when the order was to be out of control, the sound of the female Dagong’s crisp and sweet voice screamed in the roaring hall.
"You, everyone!"
In the low protests of a row of men, Selma’s sharp female voice is extremely special:
Now is not our guilty time!

Boom!
Nicholas slammed his fist and slammed the wall around him!
The sound in the hall is getting smaller.
With the action of the comet, the Dagong guards in the hall were like rehearsing. They raised their swords and went to the ground.
Boom!
The dull but deafening sound resonated in the hall, and all the angry aristocrats were quiet.
It is difficult for people to cover their faces and look at the highest seat.
Selma looked at the regency of Brisbane and, after getting his affirmation, he tried to finish what he said: "No matter how we look at this Lord Ian, I can't ignore the most important thing at the moment."

Ziyuan City brought bad news on the golden corridor,
the female sergeant took a breath:
Twenty years ago, the Freedom League, which was headed down by Wang Bingfeng, recently tore up the agreement with my grandfather.

"You, this is provocation, and even more infringement - the honor that Long Yucheng achieved in his place 20 years ago has been violated."
The voice of the female Dagong fell.
Ian snapped his fingers and spread his hands in a disdainful gaze, posing a "just like" gesture.
Taylors closed his eyes: Come.
No one is talking.
It seems to be thinking.
Until the old Count of Nazaire slowly sounded.
"The West's cockroaches have finally hardened again," the sloping cemetery and the Earl of Hatting County sighed: "However, history is repeated over and over again, and people still can't remember the lesson."
Perhaps Exeter’s state of affairs seems to have attracted the attention of the counts, perhaps because of the war they once had. In short, the counts are no longer entangled in the
shame of the city
, even the Earl of Cotterson. Just a cold bang, then turned around.
"Freedom League."
"The group of cowards don't dare to do this alone. Who is behind them?" The one-armed count, who seems to have nothing to do with it, Kelkecocker frowned: "again That long ears?"
"No," Ian seemed to have regained the shape, which made the members of the Qiyuan City Mission relaxed: "White Mountain is very calm, and we have not received any unusual information about the White Elves."
"I still remember twenty years ago," Earl Linna still did not change color: "The only ones of the alliance are the mercenaries to help them fight, and it is easier to tear them apart than to tear the paper. The wall that breaks them is also climbing. The ladder's effort."
"It's not a big deal. You can solve it yourself."
Ian smiled.
"There is no need to play again, you are," Long Yucheng regency, Count of Brisbane patted his hands, he spoke openly, and his words were heard: "I believe that you are not fools, you know very well, this game Where is the key, even the people behind the Freedom League, you are also aware of it."
The five counts narrowed their eyes and stared at Brisbane.
Ian coughed.
"You, I believe you all know..."
"Chaman King is oppressing the aristocrats in his collar," the lord of the Viscounts from the city of Qiyuan sighed: "Pray the city, and our like-minded companions, such as the Guardian City and the Elk City, are doing this for this. Unfortunately, I ran away."
Ian raised his eyebrows: "And now, we need the support of Longyan City to tell the whole kingdom: the king can't do whatever he wants."
"The event of the Freedom League is an episode, but it cannot be ignored."
"So, I am here."
There was a moment of silence in the hall, and everyone looked at the six counts in the forefront.
But Ian’s answer was not so positive.
Count Linna said coldly: "Go to the king. Maybe you gave the king what he wanted, and the Freedom League will bow down."
Ian frowned slightly.
"Less to disturb Long Yucheng," Kottson said coldly: "This is not our war, at least not now."
Tyres frowned: they all understood it.
They are just...
Earl of Brisbane spoke in a timely manner: "But this is our war and we cannot escape."
Former Prime Minister of the United States for decades, let everyone look at him with dignity.
I only listened to Brisbane’s authenticity: "Twenty years ago, Longyan City responded to the rebellion of the Freedom League with blood. This is the glorious past of the Dragon Gun family. It is the proof of the majesty of the first king, and we are the Exeter. The leader is duty-bound."
Count Nazaire looked at the open-minded Brisbane and couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
Old friend.
"Not to mention the dignity of the Walton family and the honour of the king of nature," Lisban said coldly: "When the West changes again, the Walton family can't sit back and ignore them, and we are all Walton." The vassal."
"The Freedom League may think that since the king of nature is no longer there, there is nothing to be afraid of in Longyan City. It is nothing to tear up the agreement of twenty years ago."
The five counts looked at Brisbane differently.
"They are wrong."
"And this must be told by us!"
The voice of Brisbane echoed in the hall and everyone was silent.
The lingering light of Tyres saw Ian snoring in disbelief.
The pressure-loaded Selma finally smiled and she looked at Brisbane with gratitude.
"That's right, Xiaer, we need to send troops to the west as we did 20 years ago, and reinvigorate the name of Longhe City." The female grandmother is relieved: "As for King Chaman..."
Just at this time.
"of course!"
Opposite the Count of Brisbane, the Earl of Nazaire, the first female right hand, spoke up.
"Of course we are willing to fight for the honor of Exeter, madam."
The sound of his old age did not detract from his majesty, and even reminded Taylors of the once born king.
At that moment, Nazaire was like a veteran elder who followed the example: "But as a vassal of the first king, and loyalty to the Walton family, I have the responsibility and obligation to remind you: think more."
Selma tightened his face.
Tyres clenched his fists, and the ominous premonition hit his heart.
"Following the father's footsteps and sending troops to the West, it may indeed make people praise you, and even pass on to the United States."
"But after the battle, when we won the victory and removed the wall of the Freedom League again?" I saw Nazer looking around the audience and whispered: "We, Longyan City is just one in the city of Qiyuan and Black. The sand collar swings back and forth, and the chess pieces are used by people."
Ian picked an eyebrow.
Selma had a tight face and was anxious. She was about to say: "But..."
"Yes, maybe you have protected the dignity of Longyan City, and people praised it as 'not bad,'" Nazaire interrupted his seal without hesitation: "But the city of Longyan can really get it." What is it?"
The aristocrats in the hall were listening to him quietly.
Especially the other five counts - Brisbane especially ugly.
Nazaire continued: "Re-ordering the power of Exeter?"
"Is it still a trophy jewel from Qiyuan City?"
"Or is it a king's award from the black sand collar?"
His voice echoed in the hall.
Nazer looked at the female grandfather with eyes.
Selma bit his lip and looked at Taylors for help.
But Taylors can't do anything at this moment.
"Twenty years ago, my grandfather did this. He harvested..." The female grandfather was a little nervous.
She was interrupted again.
"At the time he was a king, your grandfather, Nunn and we all represented the entire Exeter," Nazer slowly swallowed: "Now?"
I saw Nazer long sighed and stood up in the eyes of everyone, looking at the stun gun after the female body.
The eyes are full of pain and nostalgia.
"It is not twenty years ago, ma'am."
His tone is understated, but with sadness that cannot be ignored: "I hate to say this, but this cannot be ignored: Longyan City has long had no king."
At that moment, Taylors looked back at the old count, and the police kept on alert.
He foresaw the direction of the dialogue.
bad.
This guy……
Absolutely a character who does not lose to Brisbane!
"We have already exhausted the suffering of outsiders," Nazer turned back and his voice became indifferent: "Why should we be a man, let us use our blood to lick this water?"
There were many people whispering in the hall.
The female grandfather is at a loss.
"The suffering of outsiders? Old friends," Lisban stared at Nazer: "What do you mean?"
The person who took his words was Count Linna.
"He didn't understand enough yet," Linna's heartfelt words continued: "Six years ago, the new king, together with four grand princes, almost forced the determination of the ownership of Longyan City. Exeter has The first female grandfather in history."
"And we... the first trustworthy minister of the king, I only got the news the next day, and I saw it in the city."
Everyone's eyes gathered in one seat.
There, Selma's face was paler.
Nazer shook his head.
"I don't mean disrespect, ma'am," he said, smiling at the girl in the seat, with disappointment in his tone: "But we are no longer the powerful Dragon City."
"In six years, the vassal morale was low, the military heart was scattered, and the nobility was scattered in the sand. It was difficult to unite."
"And opponents like the Black Sand Collar and the Clifford City can now sway into the city to spy on us and insult us in the Palace of the Spirit."
Earl of Nazaire clasped his hands and his face was dignified: "From that day on, the whole Exeter has flattened us: a girl sitting on the throne of the Grand Duke, with us, unable to look at the disaster, Wang After the ravages of the foreign troops, the ruined Longyan City was broken."
Ian was about to say something, but was pinned by Teres.
"No," the prince frowned. "It's not the time."
The female grandfather bit his lip and said nothing.
Opposite to him, Brisbane's gaze is almost able to release lightning.
"You want us to leave our hometown and fight for a distant war for others."
"I can understand your mood. As the successor of the first king, you are under unimaginable pressure," Nazel nodded and regained respect and indifference: "But you may have overlooked, we are facing more Big crisis."
"What are you talking about?" With the gaze of the full hall, the female grandfather said with difficulty: "A bigger crisis?"
Nazer shook his head and did not speak.
"I think, the count is saying that... For six years, in the eyes of others, the Grand Duke of Longyan City is a young and weak orphan, with no husband or son, and the Walton family is crumbling..."
Kotson said with sarcasm: "Even if we, the vassals of Longyan City, we feel that we are like the setting sun..."
The atmosphere in the hall is getting more and more uncomfortable.
Taylor looked at the Selma, who was unable to squirm his lips on the stage, like a fish that was struggling on the chopping board.
The more his teeth bite, the tighter they are.
"Are you accusing me?" Selma said with difficulty: "I accuse me of letting Long Yucheng..."
Snapped.
Nazer slammed his hands.
"No, we care about you, care about you, understand you, ladies."
Nazaire is gentle and authentic: "As we love Longyan City, we are loyal to the First King."

So we know what dilemma you are facing and what pressure it is under.

"We want to help you, madam, you and the Walton family need to be strong."
"If you send troops to the West, you can have no scruples."
Nazaire coughed and sat back in the seat.
He looked up and looked at the colleague who had been on the opposite side: "At the same time, Long Yucheng can no longer consume in the weakness and turmoil, self-deprecating in the eyes of Exeter, and I am tired of having no relationship with Charles. Endless confrontation, we used to be friends of life and death, but now they are fighting for each other for your business."
Nazer looked at Brisbane and looked at it.
Both sides saw the jealousy in each other's eyes.
And disappointment.
"You, Count Nazaire, you mean..."
The female Dagong’s words were intermittent, she lowered her head and pressed her arms tightly on the seat.
"Yes, ma'am," Nazaire turned around, not too slow, as if a most competent consultant, calmly and rationally suggested: "We want to help you sit in that position."
"I think it's time for you to have a husband."
"For the Dragon City."
(End of this chapter)