Vol 2 Chapter 317: plan

Chapter 317 Plan
Selma showed a thoughtful look.
The old count leaned back and subconsciously looked at the dragon stone in the clouds overhead.
"You!" Nazer screamed, attracting the attention of the vassals in the hall, not like an old man:
"Six years."
"When the king of nature left, because of various reasons, the so-called balance and balance of the city of Longyan," Nazer looked tired, as if to say to himself:
"It has already broken."
There was a quiet in the hall, and this made many people fall into meditation.
"The six most powerful vassals have broken around the power vacancies left by Nunn."
The other four counts moved in unison, except for the Earl of Kelke, but the other three were subconsciously avoiding the eyes of Brisbane.
"On the one hand, we suspect that the powerful power is in Brisbane, suspecting that he is monopolizing the political situation, isolating the female grandfather, and trying to vacate the great legacy of Nunn."
"On the other hand, Brisbane is a high-ranking regent, hating our unruly and selfishness after the death of the first king."
Selma stunned.
Nazaire looked coldly at the face of Brisbane, and revealed disappointment and hatred.
"Slightly smaller families are defending themselves in their own territories. In this confrontation, they fight and fight, and they are afraid of taking the wrong step."
The snoring from the vassals was a little quiet.
"And the disaster and the advent of the Queen of the Sky, the sudden death of the King of Nature, including the ravages of King Chaman in this place, and how much wind and rain have stirred up in the kingdom, making people feel guilty?"
Selma bit his lower lip and looked at Tells subconsciously - but Tyres just looked down at the floor tiles, although Ian squinted at him several times.
Nazaire’s eyes flashed with grief and anger, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false:

What’s even more tragic is that in the past six years, people outside Longyan City have seen the fact that once the power of the Walton family was in direct power, the family of the Walton family, except for an orphan, has succeeded. Lack of people."
"So, after the retreat of the throne to leave the city of Longyan... the ambition of the ambitions like Chaman Rumba has gradually increased, and the 'long hair' of the far-away city, Curry Kun Ronnie, tends to make a good deal. If you don’t care about the city, you will be vague about our attitude to the city, and the local aristocrats under the great public rule will only become more and more frequent with our various colors."
Earl of Nazaire looked up uncomfortably and straightened up from the back of the chair.
He said coldly: "Not to mention the neighbors of the imperial people in the south. I don't know how many times the city has celebrated in the back."
Tyres scratched his head and still pretended not to know.
Nazer's tone is getting more and more severe: "Ms., six years, lost the grace of Nunn, Longyan City can no longer come together."
"We are falling from the cloud, do you really can't see it?"
"Our so-called balance of power and balance has long been broken in the earth-shaking drama of six years ago, with the smashing of the first king!"
The atmosphere in the hall has become heavy from the strange.
Brisbane blacked his face.
Taylors breathed a deep breath: the Count of Nazer...
It is indeed the great man under the hands of King Nunn.
If he is not standing on their opposite side.
In front of the pale face of the female grandfather and the thoughtful eyes of the princes, Nazaire shook his head in pain:
"Now, madam, you understand what your marriage represents, understand what you have a strong husband, and understand that you and your family have healthy and reliable heirs, what do you represent?"
Nazer was so strict that he had to be angry. Zhang’s remarks said that the female sergeant was stagnant in the last expression and was speechless.

Is this a sacrifice and a price that is not good for you? Maybe.

Nazaire glanced at the vassals of the audience:

But is this a must-do? Of course!

Selma looked at Nazaire incredibly, and seemed to know how to react.
"We respect you, madam," said the old Earl's face, and he reconsidered his respect. He said to the female grandfather: "But I believe that the best way to show this respect is to really treat you as a dragon." The ruler of the city."
"The fact that the city should be faced with, the price and sacrifice to pay, is in front of you, no matter how unpleasant and uncomfortable, whether it is a dilemma or an obstacle - marriage is only one of them."
Selma was quite overwhelmed by the count of Count Nazer, who seemed to be sincere.

It’s not like you’re a shackle, it’s fully decorated, and it’s locked in the deep palace.


Rather than in the name of 'Hello for you', the self-proclaimed arbor that keeps you out of contact with the cruel side of the world,
Nazer sneaked a sly look at the Brisbane Regency :
"What we need is a lord who can protect Longyan City, madam."

It’s not a shackle in the hands of others, a vase called Dagong, but actually used to decorate the Dragon City.

"Nazer!"
Brisbane’s eyes are sharp:
"what did you say?"
"He just said our heart, 'The Prime Minister' adult," Earl Linna replied coldly: "I really can't think of what kind of regent, will take our lord for six years. Be a princess of a country to educate - she may be a girl, but she is the last blood of the dragon gun family."
Brisbane clenched his fists, and behind him, the comet who guarded the female grandfather was flushed.
Tyres shoulders a heavy weight: Ian leaned up.
"I can see it, the relationship between the six vassals," Ian whispered in the ear of Tel:
"But, this Regency Regency in Lisbon, in the past six years, he stayed in the Palace of the Spirit, is it a knife for your little girl, or an arrow?"
You asked the most terrible place, Lord Viscount.
Tyres took a deep breath and forced the conjecture in his heart to force it down.
"Now, it's time to break the vase, ma'am," Count Nazer did not pay attention to Brisbane. He once again bowed to the female grandfather, and there was a in his eyes: "The broken tiles may sting your skin. But only blood can wash the hearts of the people of the Northland - even if you are just a girl."
Tyres listened to Nazer's words and suddenly there was a sense of familiarity.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that perhaps the Count of Nazer, or the other four vassals, they are not self-respecting ministers like Puttier’s, nor are they like As the police were wary of, they were all princes after the death of Nunn.
The eyes of Thales swept over the savvy Brisbane, passing the calm Nazer, the friendly Hearst, the silent Kelke, the cold Linna, and the unobstructed Kutson.
On the contrary, King Nunn left for his successor, perhaps a team that can renew the glory of Longyan City.
However, this team has experienced the death of King Nunn too early, and the biggest accident left behind...
A female grandfather.
Tyres looked at Selma with concern.
The female grandfather just looked at the count.
It seems that I have not responded.
There seems to be nothing to say.
"The Nazer family's language has a saying: the nobles are responsible, the rulers have sacrifices," Nazer said coldly: "You want to maintain the honor of the family, and hold the prestige of the city, the price will be Indispensable - this is the fate of you and you."
"Ms. Selma."
At that moment, the prince of Princes, who was engrossed, remembered the day many years ago.
He remembered the heavy and majestic voice in the dim cemetery:
【Are you ready? 】
[Starting in the name of the comet...]
[For the Stars, die for the stars, and...]
Tyres slammed his eyes open!
Just as the audience was in silence for the words of Count Nazaire, a familiar pain broke the silence again.
"Heart pain, pain, pain..."
The gaze in the hall was once again entangled and looked at the same direction: the heir to the city, the Honorary Ian Ronnie, yelling exaggeratedly, while rubbing his calf while looking at him The taylor.
If nothing happened, Tyres silently took back his foot, as if he had never smashed Ian’s leg.
"What happened to you?"
The anger of Earl Cotson is almost overflowing: "Lord of the Clown?"
Female Dagong and vassals also appeared.
Ian sighed, ignoring the secret code that the imperial city mission sent him to death, shrugged helplessly and put on a leisurely smile.
"Sorry to bother," Lord Ronnie stood up, made a stop gesture, smiled apologetically, as if he was really embarrassed:
"You talked so hot, but who remembers the original topic, remember the free alliance, remember, remember... are we important parties?"
The six counts gave a slight glimpse.
"Yes," Ian fluttered and looked at the people in the hall, as if they were teaching children's words. They danced and danced at the same time as the export type: "Pray - Far - City..."
On the other side, members of the mission of Qiyuan City sighed and lowered their heads, no longer holding any hope.
Tyres shook his head.
coming.
He looked up and glanced at Selma on the steps, with a peace of mind.
nothing.
Just like many years ago.
"Listen, clown," Earl of Cortson, who was not swearing, did not eat the set that Ian thought was humorous. "Do you want our reinforcements?"
"Then close your mouth and listen!"
Looking at Ian in the straight position, the vassals were cold-eyed.
"Aid reinforcement?"
Ian raised his brow and seemed a little surprised.
But in the next second, he showed a look of "the original" and then grinned.
"Ha ha ha ha ha," Ian laughed and waved his hand as if to hear the most untrustworthy rumor: "No, no, I think, all of you, including the female grandfather, may have misunderstood me."
Under the female Grand Duke, the six counties showed strange expressions, and the remaining dozens of vassals also frowned. .
"In fact, I haven't said anything from the beginning to the end of the ‘distribution',
Ian shrugged innocently, squinting at the side of the singer:
"And on behalf of the city of Qiyuan, I am not asking for help from Longyan City."
The voice fell.
Tells clearly saw: in the hall, almost all the nobles were slightly stunned.
Even the ambassadors of Qiyuan City were no exception. The crows even spread their hands to the old Boni on the side of the body, revealing a puzzled expression.
This is also the reaction of the female grandfather.
"What are you talking about?" Selma was astonished.
"The war thing, we can solve it ourselves," Ian sneaked his hand in disbelief: "Otherwise, even if the free waste of the Free Alliance can't be solved, wouldn't it be too much to lose the face of the North?"
Everyone is stunned.
The nobles in the hall looked at each other as if they could not understand the meaning of this sentence.
The six most important counts fell into deep thought.
"But you are wooing allies throughout the country against the king," Count Nazer is thoughtful:
"Once you get caught up in the quagmire of war, the grand princes of the city of Qiyuan have to fight against the king's appeal, and they all become empty talks."
"Oh, all I need is the signature of the woman in the condemnation letter," Ian smiled. He raised a finger and swayed in the air: "But believe me, we don't need military support."
Nazer looked subconsciously to Brisbane, only to find that his old friends and old rivals were just silent.
Some are wrong.
"That is far away from the city..." The female brow on the seat is scornful:
"What are you coming here for?"
Ian took a deep breath and the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and the whole person was serious.
He turned his head and looked around at the confessed confessions.
"Twenty years ago, my grandfather was seriously ill,
When the land is not stable, when the father is overwhelmed..."
Ian, who slowly sighed, immediately used a powerful tone to openly say: "In the face of the rebellion of the Freedom League, under the heavy pressure of the White Mountain and even the Commas, they are the wise decision of Nuen. Do not hesitate to send Prince Suril to lead the troops to the west, to help the city."
Ian’s expression is mournful, and she is deeply glanced at the Selma on the seat:
"This is the righteousness, the Ronnie family is always in the heart."
The vassals looked at the different performances of the Viscounts in the past, and they were endlessly puzzled in their hearts.
Selma glanced at Tells.
Ian straightens up and shines like a passionate swimmer:
"And that war created the glory of the Walton family: in the face of Exeter's world-famous army, the Freedom League collapsed, and Commas's mercenaries lost their helmets, even the elites of the White Elves were far from able to when!"
Tyres heard a little embarrassed:
As if you have seen it for 20 years, the 19-year-old Ian.
"Ms., your father and grandfather," Ian smiled at the vassals: "You spread the name of Longyan City on the golden corridor, shocking Kangmas, and forcing the white elves to influence the present."
"That is the brilliance of your family."
Neil Lai, the comet, whispered slightly, and the ruthless monk under the stage shrugged shoulders.
Earl of Nazer frowned: why did he say these words...
Is it...
"But now, the great Dragon City is in trouble," his expression is exactly the same as the Count of Nazer, who was so sad:
"The scene of Fangcai makes me worry: you want to guard the glory of the family, but it is difficult to make progress in the situation of Longyan City."
"The Walton family has no choice but to be dusty."
In addition to the five counts outside of Brisbane, the expression is getting more and more ugly, and the eyes are more and more suspicious.
"But it doesn't matter!"
Ian clenched his fist and swung it hard.
The viscount of the Zicheng City did not hesitate to step forward: "For your regret, please let me, the heir to the Ronnie family, Ian Ronnie of the faraway city to make up for it."
The female grandfather looked at him unclearly and blinked: "Ah?"
Taylors bowed his head:
Very good, everything goes according to plan.
I hope that there will be no accidents.
but……
Tyres unconsciously gathered his fist and forced his incompetence.
Ian Ian’s eyes are determined and the words are:
Selma, please give me a battle flag of Longyan City, let me and Qiyuan City represent you, lead the army to the path of your father’s expedition, and play the Freedom League. , guarding the honor of your family!"
He suddenly changed the name of the female grandfather, so many people could not help but be surprised.
"I will reproduce our history and once again insert the dragon gun flag and the knight's flag in the cloud into the city of Fort Liberty, so that all the founders will be our great victory!"
"I will tell our enemies, you, Selma Walton, the Grand Duke of the Dragon City," Ian behaved like a fanatical recruit:
"The claims of the Dragon Gun family have been recovered!"
In the face of his aggressive eyes, the female grandfather was slightly alarmed.
Realizing what the Count of Nazer was biting his teeth: "Enough, Ian Court..."
But the count did not interrupt Ian.
"Please rest assured that the light of Longyan City will not be inferior because there is no troops." Ian took a deep breath and moved his eyes to pro-history poetry to be proud and excited: "Because everyone will know this soon. The victory of the war, belonging to Ian Ronnie and Selma Walton!"
"It is me, Ian Ronnie of the city of Pray, the war for Selma Walton of Longyan City!"
The whole hall is boiling!
Niely had to preside over the order, and the vassals were filled with dissatisfaction and incomprehensibility, even though his face was very bad.
"Wait a minute," the female grandfather seems to finally feel bad, and she stammered: "Hi, Ian, you are..."
"But after the glorious victory," Ian Li did not care about the stunned Selma, but just immersed himself in his own world, revealing tenderness in his tone:
"At that time, please kindly, and promise me an overly demanding request."
"Please, request?" Selma's face was white.
For the first time, she glanced at the six equally ugly counts under the seat.
It seems that only at this moment, they are the people who stand together.
Ian extended his hands and gently pointed to the female grandfather in the seat:
"This is the return of Qiyuan City, and it is my sincerity, Selma."
"I am willing to use this victory to win the qualifications that are close to you. At the moment when the vassals are centrifuged and the territory is guilty, I am willing to stand by your side and become the man who maintains the glory of your family and guards the prestige of your lord."
Selma exchanged countless eyes with the same unprepared counts, and looked up hard and slyly: "You mean..."
Ian’s side, Prince Taylor’s face was stiff.
His fists are getting tighter and tighter.
Ian stepped forward again, looking at Selma from afar, with strange colors on his face.
"Please let me continue to guard you, good girl," Lord Rooney said softly and tweetingly about his intentions: "Forever."
At this moment, the hall really fell into a dead silence.
The counts were as earthy.
With the most eager and tenderest eyes, Ian’s words trembled with excitement:
"Beautiful and noble Ms. Selma Walton."
The young Ian caressed the heart and tried to suppress the tone and whispered:
"Marry me."
"Let the Ronnie family and the Walton family become one, so that the city of Pray and the city of Longyan are like brothers, and together protect our honor."
"Let me be your most solid backing."
At this moment, the hall was in a deadlock.
Up to the female Grand Duke and the six counts, down to the rest of the vassals and even the guards, all stunned and shocked.
It seems to have seen the most incredible scene in the world.
Except for Tyres.
The star prince, who is cold and cold, is staring at Ian’s leg and clenching his fist.
I almost have to scratch my hand.
Forget it, I am still sending it out directly.
(Bumping fist) From today, I want to be a diligent code word!
(End of this chapter)