Vol 2 Chapter 286: The honor and disgrace of the dragon (on)

Chapter 286 The Dragon's Honor and Disgrace (Part 1)
In the corridor of the Seal Palace, Tyres arranged his sleeves with a headache, trying to flatten the nine-pointed star emblem from the upper arm to the shoulder, and walked alongside Selma, step by step.
"According to the experience of the past six years, the King's envoy," the second prince is not annoyed and worried: "Doesn't it usually come when the season is changed? And they are usually for..."
"In order to check your situation," Selma nodded intently. She looked at the busy Thales, sighed and rolled her eyes, and reached out to help him pull the shoulder badge. He didn't breathe: "To confirm a certain position." The unlucky prince is still in the pet cage."
"Hey," Tyres frowned, his face snoring: "I really thank you for reminding me."
The Earl of Brisbane behind him coughed softly.
The Regent adults silently reached out and held the shoulders of Tyres.
"...and to monitor, remind, and warn Long Yucheng - we are the biggest threat in the eyes of King Chaman," Brisbane said, pushing him to two steps without a trace, and dignified: "Even in Wall When the king lost his throne, this time has never changed.

Especially when the future of Comet and Walton is in Longyan.

Tyres raised his eyebrows and looked at Brisbane, who had come to him and Selma unconsciously.
In dealing with Tyres, the Earl of Brisbane has always been alienated and vigilant, even with hostility that is hard to ignore, but in the face of the black sand collar, facing the king of Chaman, the Nunn was the most trusted The vassals and assistants rarely show the trust and goodwill of the same enemy, and remind Taylors from time to time: they are on the same side.
Thales remembered what Putility had told him: "If I remember correctly, King Chaman is still stabbing the vassals in his territory around the new separatist decree, and Ronnie the Great in the city. And his allies are screaming and screaming throughout the territory to deny the king’s disrespect for tradition..."
"It seems that that is the most urgent task that Chaman should worry about, instead of caring about two powerless children."
Selma gave him a blank look.
"So this is the interesting part," Brisbane said as if he didn't understand Tyre's insinuation. His eyes swept through the two young girls. "Guess why they came?"
Taylors exhaled a breath: "Looking at Longyan City, for the poor people in Lombard to look for external support, against Ronnie and other opponents?"
Selma's face was a glimpse.
But she took a deep breath and tried to show a solemn and indifferent expression, as in the past six years: "Then they can make a wrong idea. Long Yucheng is the least likely to stand with him - we all know What happened six years ago."
"No one can forget."
Tyres thought of that night, couldn't help but lick his mouth and sighed: "So this is what I worry about."
Brisbane snorted and looked alert: "We will know."
The next moment, they turned to a corner, and Niely and Justin, who had been waiting in front of them, nodded to them and pushed open a door that was familiar to both Tels and Selma.
Under the guards behind and on both sides, the Prince of Stars walked behind the female Dagong and the Regent, and stepped into the elliptical stone hall with a dignified atmosphere.
The Hall of Heroes has changed a lot since six years ago. The biggest difference is that the thick rectangular table representing the King and the Nine Grand Dukes has been withdrawn.
It seems to be disappearing in history with the rule of the natural king.
Only one of the remaining three-story steps in the hall is a simple and heavy heavy seat made of fir.
On the rear of the fireplace, the famous scorpion gun is still lying quietly on the gun rack.
Taylors consciously stopped in front of the first step under the seat, and Niely and Lisban stepped on the first step before turning to face the hall. Only the female grandfather, she raised the skirt seriously. Step by step, step up and walk towards the seat.
The prince was in a complicated mood and looked at Selma's skillful and awkward sitting on the chair that was almost four or five people wide and belonged to the lord of the Dragon City: she first carefully took the kitten like a strange land. Put your arms on the armrests on both sides, then take a deep breath, straighten your chest and lift your chest, with the arrogance and coldness of the strong outfit, look up at the hall.
Like the cubs who just learned to walk, they gave an immature roar to the lions.
Just from the look of the girl, sitting on it is probably not very comfortable.
Six years.
She is still not used to it.
Because of me, she sat in this position.
Because of me, she has no choice.
Selma seemed to be aware that the girl turned her head and looked at Tyres, hiding in the eyes the discomfort that only the prince could read.
For a time, Tyres didn't dare to look at the seat and its owner again. He turned his head slightly and looked at the floor tiles faintly.
The next moment, the hall rang out loudly and melodiously:
"The Viscount of Munden City from the Black Sands, the King's Special Envoy and the Goose Officer, the second assistant advisor to the Royal Conference, to Lhasa Camida!"
The atmosphere in the entire hero hall was tense.
Niely intentionally or unintentionally pulled the handle behind her to the right shoulder, and Brisbane used to carry his hands.
The guards on both sides raised their heads and tightened their mouths, even if they were the old guards of the White Blade Guard, they did not consciously adjust their breathing, revealing the most serious and fierce expression.
They know who they are.
As the two footsteps were far and near, a man and a woman appeared at the gate of the hero hall.
Taylors narrowed his eyes.
I haven't seen it for six years. Kambida, the number one strategist of King Chaman, the tall son of the prince who once escorted the prince with two thousand troops to reach Longyan City, looks mature. Compared with the armored military equipment, he is now Dressed in plain, but the footsteps are still neat, with a polite smile with a look of interest, can not help but let Tels feel: he is more difficult than ever.
But the most eye-catching person is not him.
Camby’s companion passed by the commander but stopped.
This is a light-armed female warrior, the momentum is no weaker than the latter, the long sword hanging around her waist has a familiar white handle.
"How?" The female soldier turned her sharp eyes and looked directly at the commander at the door:

Is there a habit of registering for a female guest?

At the far end of the hall, several people, including Tyres, looked strangely at the door.
"It’s always like this, you don’t have to care,
the commander warned and looked back at the female warrior without any weakness. He snorted from his nose: "Welcome to the North."
The female soldier chuckled: "Is it?"
"Even if you have been ruled by a woman for six years?"
The messenger frowned and seemed to be stung by this sentence.
Camby, who was walking in front, had to stop.
"Aich." He held his forehead and was quite helpless to whisper to his companions.
"It doesn't matter," the female soldier did not hear the words of Campida, she was still staring at the disdainful commander, "I come."
The next second, the round-faced female soldier turned and faced the entire hall!
She looked straight at the other end of the hall and shouted without hesitation: "The deputy commander of the White Blade Guard from Longyan City, Iron Mine County, Peck Village, Chaman's officers and guards..."
"Lord Croy Myrk!"
"Come on here..."
"Dragon City Female Grand Duke!"
The voice of the woman is round and bright, echoing in every corner of the hall.
Even for the taylor at the other end, the voice is clearly audible.
The guards on both sides of the hall changed their faces. They looked at the deputy commander of the White Blade Guard, who was enrolled, as if they were watching the rare things on the market.
Tyres frowned slightly, but he immediately raised his mouth.
The female lord, see the female grandfather.
Six years ago, can northern people imagine this scene?
"Have you learned this?"
Crowey raised his eyebrows and looked back at the stunned commander who couldn’t speak. He made a slap in front of him and awoke the other side of the gods: "And..."
The female warrior snorted cheerfully:
"Welcome to the North."
The commander looked at her slyly and could not respond for a long time.
Viscount Campida sighed, and he closed his eyes, pitifully urging the people behind him: "Aich -"
But when he hadn't finished it, he was pushed on his shoulder by Kroais mercilessly, squatting forward!
"Concentrate on doing business," the female warrior re-started, coldly said: "And don't call me any more."
Camby, who was caught off guard, pushed a smile and smiled. He turned back and embarrassedly waved to the messenger: "Sorry, Ai Xi has always been hot - ah - love!"
The cold-faced Kroais pushed him again, and the Viscount had to show a compromised smile, rearrange the clothes, and walked toward the hall.
At the big princess in the distance, Selma frowned and looked at the two people who had just caused the commotion: "Are they deliberate?"
Brisbane shook his head: "I don't know, but the Viscount did not deliberately stop it."
"This will explain a lot of things."
"That's the case," Taylors shrugged and looked at Croy's look from afar. He couldn't help but sigh: "But... it's a special lady."
Especially in the North.

It’s chic and unrestrained, and people have to marvel.

The prince looked at the step-by-step Kroai, and couldn't help but think of Sonia Satherley, remembering the flower of the fortress in the pool of blood, laughing and licking his hair.
The next moment, Taylors realized that the three people on the steps looked at him with a strange look.
The prince only smiled and coughed softly:
"Sorry."
Cambyda finally stood at a distance of five meters from the main seat, and the Viscount was watching the girl Dagong in the seat with great interest.
Selma silently bears his gaze, and the hand holding the seat is getting tighter and tighter.
The Earl of Brisbane frowned.
"Good day, Ms., Miss, Lord Walton," said the Viscount Kambida, who seemed to have no feeling of tension in the hall. "Please allow me to convey the greetings and blessings from the King: May you The rule of Longyan City is going well."
Tyres clearly felt that this etiquette was somewhat less respectful. In contrast, Crowe's embarrassment was more sincere.
Selma nodded lightly. She first looked at Brisbane and said with caution and without emotion: "Of course, please convey my gratitude to His Majesty."
She leaned back on her back and didn't say anything more.
The viscount of Campidad squinted, and his eyes passed over the silent female grandfather and the serious-looking Brisbane, with a meaningful smile.
"I don't seem to see those familiar Longyan City," said the Viscount, who looked around in a circle: "The counties outside the Regency of Brisbane? Didn't you listen to the government day yesterday?"
"This is not a formal ambassador." The answer to him was Brisbane himself. The former prime minister was cold and cold: "You don't have to alarm them."
"Is that really good?" Campida made a slightly surprised expression.
"I heard it, yesterday they were still discussing the marriage of the female grandfather? I heard that the descendants of the Count of Nagel and the Earl of Hearst are good candidates for the husband of Dagong?"
"But you ignored them when the king's special envoy came?"
Taylor's breathing suddenly lags.
"Your news is really well-informed. Only the direct vassals of Longyan City can know so well."
The Count of Brisbane picked up the words very quickly after the undetectable mistakes. The tone was not good: "Would you buy the mouse in the Hall of Heroes?"
Cambida smiled: "How dare, the vassal of Longyan City has always been loyal, how can we buy it for us?"
"I was just saying that the mice in the palace were flooded," said Brisbane, without a trace: "Why do you think of the vassals, Lord Viscount?"
Cambida raised an eyebrow.
Charles Risband, the former prime minister who served the kingdom for decades, the most powerful assistant of the king of nature, was once known as the "Dragon" man.
A well-deserved reputation is a tough opponent – ​​at least on the resignation front.
And old and strong.
"I haven't seen you in years, I am very happy to see you are sick and disaster-free, and you are in good health." In the next second, I saw Canbida not hesitate to cast his gaze on the only teenager with a nine-pointed star emblem. : "My inquiry on behalf of the king: How are you doing?"
"Prince Taylor."
Brisbane and Nielai's brows glimpse together.
They look at Tyres.
Selma blinked and was relieved when she was surprised. It seems that some of the princes share the pressure of opening.
Tyres frowned, and he endured the audience--especially the gaze from Brisbane, looking back at the smiling Camby.
Hell.
This guy……
Said a pair of I am very familiar with Rumba.
Although I am really "very familiar" with him.
But Taylors immediately remembered the words of Gilbert.
[Please note, Your Royal Highness... In diplomacy, there is no pointless quarrel or discourse. This is a temptation and a change in front of the sword. The other is testing our steps and falsehood, for the last moment of the sword. . 】
The prince, who had a lot of headaches, subconsciously arranged his mood and was serious.
"We have indeed disappeared for many years, Lord Visby, but..."
Tyres opened his head and said: "No disease, no disaster, no health..."
"Why are you saying this... Listening to the old man who is comforting those who are soon to be born?"
Selma, who is tall, smiles.
Camby’s polite and self-satisfied smile stopped on his face.
Croce, who was around him, sighed with no scorn, and seemed to be laughing at Canbida.
Coincidentally, the Count of Brisbane, who had few smiles at the moment, even sneered at the moment.
"It’s still the same as before."
Cambya looked around the bad eyes and had to put up a smile and bluntly said: "Your Majesty misses you very much, His Royal Highness, he often mentions: You still owe a glass of wine to drink."
Taylors sighed again in his heart.
Brisbane’s eyes swept to him again.
"You know, eighteen years ago, my uncle Bancroft died under a glass of poisoned wine," the prince scratched his head. "I owe a glass of wine - are you sure this is the king's words?"
Cambida, whose conversation has not been carried out, closed his mouth.
He frowned slightly in his heart.
It seems that His Majesty is right.
Our journey will be very interesting.
Just then, the Count of Brisbane laughed.
"Cut out useless nonsense and provoke, and hit the subject."
"As a black sand collar, the famous "Night" in recent years, Viscount Kambida," the laughter of the regents spread throughout the hall: "Why are you coming?"
Nightingale?
Can you a imaginative nickname for you in the North?
I remembered that the nickname of the Duke of Aarond was "Iron Eagle", and Tyres couldn't help but spit in his heart.
Brisbane turned his head and looked at Campida.
"When he was harassed by his own territory and Ronnie's anti-King alliance, when the internal and external difficulties were raging, King Chaman would not just send you to provoke dissension," the Earl's voice has an indescribable majesty. At one time, Tells remembered the innate king who had passed away for many years. "It’s impossible to save your burning and trouble with your shackles."
"So, what important information did you bring?"
Cambida looked up and the smile on his face faded away.
He looked at Brisbane's eyes and slowly got serious:
"I must admit that there have been some minor differences between several Dagong and His Majesty."
Taylors sneered in his heart.
Little differences?
"But I believe that for the common future of the Exeter people, we will be able to stand together,"
"For the common honor and disgrace of Exeter, no matter what kind of difficulties and obstacles, we can all work together."
The face of Viscount Cambya was cold, and spit out a sentence that made all the people present:
"Like now."
Tyres has a heart.
just now?
and many more.
He said that for Exeter's common...
That means...
The silence in the hall lasted for a few seconds.
Old and sensitive, the Earl of Brisbane has realized what it is.
"Common honour and disgrace?" I saw the old count staring closely at Canbida's expression, a word, and slowly said: "What?"
He jumped directly to his own conclusion: "Would you like to fight?"
Tyres eyelids.
Cambida raised his eyebrows slightly and seemed to be surprised by the count's answer.
What makes Tyres quite uneasy is that in the next second, Cambyda smiles...
Nodded.
Keeping the spirit, saying goodbye, going out, cremation, and burial. So far, the grandmother’s work has gone smoothly.
Tomorrow is the first seven. After some traditional worship and banquets, it is calculated to be lost.
When you are holding the card, take the time to get out of this chapter. Thank you for your understanding and support over the past week!
After six days of continuous breaks, I can still stay in the top ten books of the fantasy best-selling list every day, probably no one else (ㄒ_ㄒ).
This week, "Kingdom" also has a lot of twists and turns. The plagiarism has just ended, and it has encountered a strange event: between 12:30 and 14:30 on July 11th, the starting point of the "Kingdom of the Kingdom" PC page, a bunch of trumpet uninterrupted More than 500 Samsung bad reviews were painted.
No sword can only mean: no laughter, no laughter.
The editor is also very helpless, saying that it is probably targeted, and the rules allow, there is no way in the technical backend, I can only share the hand, waiting for the day when people are brushed to the sporadic evaluation.
Haha, kidding.
Just like the experience of Taylors, no sword believes that only the fire can forge the real steel, only the broken one can break the good chapter (the fog).
What's more, it is just being brushed by more than 500 bad reviews. Is this too far from the "fire"?
The revolution has not been successful, and comrades still need to work hard.
Ladies and gentlemen, wait for me to come back!
By no sword waiting for the card to be scented
Those who say that no sword is affected by the level of mood decline... cough, what to say! That must be because the level of the dog next door is not enough!
(End of this chapter)