Vol 2 Chapter 311: Write the legendary person (below)

Chapter 311, the person who wrote the legend (below)
The dining room was once again silent.
Until the girl broke it.
"So, you deliberately provoked Long Yucheng this afternoon, so that everyone can see your rudeness," Selma frowned. "Is it ready for this step?"
Ian blinked happily.
The female grandfather thinks thoughtfully: "Is it a good idea to propose a marriage?"
"I am still saying that if you marry someone else," Ian glanced at Taylors intentionally or unintentionally and patted him on the shoulder: "What can ‘we’ do?

Tyres felt that Selma's eyes swept himself from time to time.
That kind of gaze is the little girl who used to be in the library, in the hero hall, in the shield, in the cell, in front of the five grand princes, and turned to his helpless eyes.
Tyres is both familiar and somewhat embarrassed.
but……
[But ah, Tells Comet, what am I for you? 】
He can only continue to maintain his serious face and not respond.
After the female grandfather, Ian also turned his eyes to Taylors.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
It seems to be a century.
Selma still stares at Taylors.
"What happened to you?"
Ian, who couldn’t stand the atmosphere, put on a look of inexplicable expression and raised his hands and shook:
"Or... Should I leave?"
Under the pressure of two people, the prince finally succumbed to his face.
He pulled out a faint smile and bowed slightly to the female grandfather.
"You have to face this storm sooner or later," Tyres whispered: "You are a woman."
"This must be you, your own decision."
"Become, you want to be someone."
Selma made a slight meal.
After listening to the prince, she lowered her head and fell into meditation.
On the one side, Ian frowned, and the eyes turned back and forth between the two.
A few seconds later, Selma raised his head.
She looked at Ian, as if she had made up her mind, she refused:
"What do you need?"
At that moment, like the opening of the floodgate, Tyres spit out a breath.
Ian showed a satisfied smile.
"We need a vassalist of yours - I mean an occasion where there is a land, a force, and an ambitious vassal of the vassals."
Ian sighed: "The sooner the better, so that they don't have the opportunity to arrange, nor can they give back to Black Sand."
"We will be there, cut off your ropes and break your shackles."
"You too."
Selma just sank for a few seconds and quickly spoke.
"I still have half a month to listen to the government day," her reply was crisp and neat: "But I will talk to Charles and I should be able to mention it a few days later. Under normal circumstances, the counts are dispatched to attend the official, but I can Send a letter and invite them to discuss the issue of troops."
This is the first time that Taylors has seen Selma so aggressive.
I was quite surprised.
"So," Ian's eyes showed a strange color, and he gently turned his head: "Are we reaching an agreement?"
"Ms....Oh no, Lord of the Grand Duke of Longyan City?"
Selma looked at him and slowly nodded: "Of course, the lord of the far-away city."
Tyles bent his corners and felt that there was a strange feeling in his heart.
Just like what he lost.
"Good." Ian put away her expression and slowly stood up.
At that moment, Taylors had the illusion that the temperament of the Viscount Lord began to change slowly.
Ian Ian raised his right hand, stretched over the table, and pointed to the palm.
"Ian Ronnie," at this moment, his expression has neither extra laughter nor serious deliberate seriousness, but only a simple indifference: "For our alliance."
Tyres looked at him silently.
Ian looked at this indifferent expression.
Maybe.
This is the real him.
The real Ian Ronnie.
The female tycoon took a deep breath and stood up stiffly, reaching out to Ian.
"Selma Walton," the girl said coldly: "For our goals."
But when her palm was about to touch Ian, it was awesome and stopped in the air.
Ian gave a glimpse.
I saw Selma slowly turning his head and looking at the only people left in the field.
The different king of the complex expression.
Ian reacted, and he smiled and looked at Tyres.
This next turn to Tyres raised his eyebrows.
"I want to?" he asked.
"You are the witness of this covenant, Tyres, don't underestimate yourself," Ian chuckled. "Or do you want to be an outsider who has listened to the plot and is indifferent?"
Selma looked at the prince with a blank expression, although his eyes were complicated, but he did not leave for a moment.
Tyres sighed and stood up helplessly.
"Tells Comet," the prince followed in his memory, the five great lords swear to the action of the ally, extending their right hand, subconsciously closing the palm of the opposite Selma: "for..."
He was a little addicted and chilled: "For our common enemy."
Ian looked at the two clasped palms and raised half of the eyebrows.
He sighed and shrugged, closing the back of Taylor's hand from the outside.
The three palms clenched together and swayed hard in the air.
The covenant is reached.
"And you have to attend, Tyres, that kind of occasion can't be only us and Long Yucheng, there must be enough outsiders to witness and give them considerable pressure," Ian let go, he gestured to the south. : "But inviting the black sand collar is obviously a bad idea."
Tyres frowned. "Do you need anything else?"
"No, the faster, the shorter, the simpler," Ian licked his lips, seemingly awkward: "Our win rate is greater."
But after a few seconds, the serious Ian showed his true color and replied with a smile:
"Of course, or our Star Prince can also write a letter, let the Star Kingdom lead troops from the West, cross the Great Desert, and push the Freedom League from the South?"
"And we are attacked on both sides of the East and South," Ian laughed and picked up a piece of cheese, which eased the atmosphere: "It doesn't take two months, the war will end."
Taylors rolled his eyes.
Yes, then I am in trouble with Exeter. Guess, will Lombard openly order the execution or directly ask the assassin?
"I think, compared to the stars," the prince said with no anger: "You still ask for help from the orcs in the desert. This is more realistic."
Ian muttered and began to fight the cheese.
It is Selma's expression: "How many opportunities do we have?"
Ian shook his head and said vaguely: "Look at what we can play."
He didn't look at this side, his eyes focused on the food in his hands, and the gang swayed back and forth because of chewing, but the words spoken made people could not help but say: "As I said - we are writing our own legend."
"It's nice to talk to you, madam, Your Highness."
Ian swallowed the last bite of cheese and did not hesitate to turn around and walk out of the dining room.
Leave the thoughtfully thought of Taylors.
And the inexplicable Selma.
The two were relatively speechless in the dining room.
Selma sat down and silently, and Tyres looked at her silently.
For a long while, the girl suddenly said: "Proposal, is it?"
"Do you know from the beginning, or do you react afterwards?"
Without anybody reminding, the atmosphere will instantly become embarrassing.
Tyres breathed a sigh of relief and said: "That is just a means, Selma."
But the female tycoon immediately interrupted him.
"Do you believe him?" She looked out the door and did not discern her emotions.
Taylor looked at the girl's side face and squeezed a smile.
"Do not."
"But I believe in you."
Selma’s face moved slightly.

Can we succeed?
she asked.
Tyres didn't answer. He went to the window and quietly looked out the window, scanning the lights outside the Palace of the Spirit.
Six years.
Long Yucheng.
What is this city for him?
The second priest closed his eyes and kept the Dragon City out of sight and sighed:
"Promise me, Selma."
"On the next day of listening to politics, no matter what happens, don't be stupid."
Selma stunned: "What?"
"Don't care about others, don't care about others, don't hesitate and hesitate."
"Just choose the road that is best for you, the most suitable for the female grandfather, it is enough," Tyres turned around, his face as ice, as if to face the most difficult test in the world: "I will solve the rest." problem."
Selma looked at him and said nothing.
But she finally closed her mouth and said nothing.
Tyres barely smiled. He nodded lightly, turned and walked out of the dining room.
Leave the girl behind.
When Tyles walked out of the hallway, he walked through the eyes of the female sergeant, who was still squinting, and looked cold and solemn. He walked over the whispers of the maids and walked over the guards' unwilling eyes.
As he has been through them for countless times in the past six years.
He was stopped until he was ready to leave the palace gate.
"This afternoon, in the hall, I noticed that they looked at your eyes."
Thales looked back: Ian Ronnie stood at the corner and stopped him while showing a fake smile on a guard who didn't look very good.
The successor of the city of Qiyuan turned around and quickly followed up with the tales, leaving behind the guards with a knife-like look and smiling: "I don't think she can protect you - especially in these northerners."
Taylor sighed slightly.
So you are really deliberate, once again pushed me to the stage and accepted the review.
They walked across the hallway and the pair of patrolling guards on the way - it looks like the Dagong Guardian - the headed person narrowed his eyes and looked at the pair.
Ian shrugged his shoulders and whispered: "You know, Pray City is the most remote territory of Exeter, away from the tentacles of the king, and we are adjacent to the great desert."
Tyres raised his brow: "So?"
"So, if you are praying for the city, you don't have to worry about the threat of the king. My father also welcomes you," Ian blinked. "And, from us, as long as we cross the desert, we don't even have to go through other big leaders. You can return to the West End of the Stars."
Tyres gently swayed his head and shook his head helplessly.
Yes.
But the premise is that Dragon City and Chaman will allow me to leave.
And you are really kind enough to let me go, let go of a piece that can be used to smash the stars of the kingdom.
"If things are not good," Ian raised his head and reappeared his signature smile: "Please remember that the climate of the city is much better than here."
"Grateful," Taylors said quietly: "I will remember it in my heart."
The two walked side by side toward the palace gate - already seeing Wyatt, Rolf, and several guards in the city of Qiyuan.
"Ian."
"You said, you want to write your own legend," Tyres whispered. "What does that mean?"
Ian looked up and he licked his chin and seemed to be interested in this issue.
"What do you mean..."
He smiled.
"The Ronnie family has not had a king for more than three hundred years, and Longyan City has just put aside the monopoly on the throne."
Ian turned his head and smiled and looked like he was joking: "Maybe it's time to balance the power distribution of Exeter, what do you say?"
Tyres’ eyes were condensed.
He heard the other person's meaning, and remembered the long-haired fortified warrior: "Ronnie Duke, intends to compete for the throne?"
Ian shook his head.
"H," he lowered his head and played the Knight's Law emblem on his shoulder, hiding his eyes in the invisible corner of Tyres: "Of course not."
Ian looked up and released an incomprehensible light in his eyes.
With a rhythmic tone, Ian whispered: "At least not him."
Tyres stopped.
There are still more than ten meters away from the palace gate, and Wai Ya in the distance bowed to him with respect.
Ian also stopped and looked back at Tells.
The prince chuckled: "You know, you have to face Lombard, maybe the most difficult king in the history of Exeter?"
Ian also smiled: "Yes, my father reminds me of every meal - how terrible the man under the crown is."
The two looked at each other.
"but."
"Since we have to write our own legends," Ian’s smile slowly disappeared: "That can't leave too much ink on the supporting role."
Tyres twitched his mouth and shook his head helplessly.
"Are you sure he is a supporting role?" The prince fixedly looked at Ian: "Chaman Rumba."
Ian put on an innocent expression and shrugged.
"do not know."
"But I know, if I want to be the protagonist," the 19-year-old Viscount sighed: "He must be a supporting role."
The air seemed to solidify for a moment.
Tyres looked at him intricately and nodded. "Yes."
Ian grinned: "The legend of success is written like this, no exceptions."
The second prince of the star and the heir to the city of Qiyuan looked at it for a few seconds.
Both of them's expressions are gradually disappearing.
"Now I started to believe." The second prince slowly narrowed his eyes.
Ian raised his brow and his voice was bright: "What do you believe?"
"Ian Ronnie, there is no doubt," Taylor sighed with a sigh of relief, with a slight sigh:
"You are indeed the son of your father."
(End of this chapter)