Vol 2 Chapter 313: Sister hate

Chapter 313, hate the sister
Stepping into the Hall of Heroes, Taylor saw the big fireplace that had an indissoluble bond with him, and the black rifle on the gun frame above.
In the hall, there are already many Longyan City vassals who are eligible to participate in the political day.
Taylor looked at the scene in the hero hall and frowned.
The layout in the hall has changed: in addition to the large public seat in front of the fireplace, the elliptical stone hall has been placed on both sides of the seat, facing the Grand Duke, facing each other, only to vacate the middle of the zone.
But even in such a solemn occasion, the people of the Northland still showed their rough and unrestrained side.
Apparently some aristocrats were dissatisfied with the position of the seat. After sitting down, they deliberately adjusted it, or one or two steps. It seemed to be harder than the discharged seats. From a distance, the meeting room with three pockets was After the arrival of the vassals, they gradually appeared chaotic and scattered. Together with the acquaintances of the Northern aristocrats or the acquaintances and noisy people who met for the first time, the whole hall looked a bit messy.
Let the prince remember the former Exeter banquet.
Buters noticed that the big man left and right, the last six seats were still moving, even though many of the vassals behind them were moving their seats, but no one dared to cross or even touch the six seats.
Six--Tells, who had done his homework beforehand, looked at these empty seats and had a lot of thoughts.
As Tyres stepped into the hall, the snoring of the Northlanders was small.
The appearance of the prince of the stars stunned many people: many northern aristocrats turned back and looked at the different kings who did not often appear in the past six years, and made various reactions.
The prince bowed his head and deliberately avoided contact with these people.
Under the leadership of Lord Justin, he came to a very remote seat, away from the dense northern aristocrats, Rolf stood behind his wall.
"Listen, keep it low-key," Lord Justin said coldly: "If there is anything, I have already passed the people around, they know what to do..."
But the Lord’s words stopped.
With the noise of a seat mopping the floor, a young man unceremoniously moved his seat to the side of Tyres and sat down heavily.
Taylors also stunned.
"I have never liked the meeting of the Northerners - every game is like a gorilla quarreling," the familiar voice came from the side, chattering, and painted: "You know, the male gorilla beats his chest. , roaring at the enemy..."
At the stunned gate of Tyres, Lord Justin’s face became ugly:
"His Lord Ian Ronnie."
"As a city of Qiyuan, your seat does not seem to be here?"
Next to Tyres, Ian, who is learning the gorilla’s chest, closes Zhang’s O-shaped exaggerated mouth.
The Viscount took back his hands and nodded unconsciously: "I know, my seat is there..."
Following his fingers, Thales turned to the other side of the hall: Ned Monty, who had seen the "dead crow" a few days ago, sat in the seat of the Qiyuan City Mission, and laughed.
Behind him, the aristocrats of the masses who prayed to the city were staring at the side, staring at their theoretical leader, Ian Ronnie.
"I promised to introduce him to some beautiful widows in the windy city, so that Monty agreed to help me drag the old guys," Ian sighed. "But I didn't tell him." In the Windy City, the aesthetic standards of Xitao people are actually not the same as ours."
Teres also sighed, and he had no words to say that this infinitely shaped heir to the city of Qiyuan.
With the princes of the Star Prince and the people of the city of Qiyuan, the hall was revived in the hall.
Until the voice of the commander Hong Liang suddenly sounded, the audience was shocked!
"Count of the Philelenburg, Solon Cotterson!"
The discussion in the hall and the hustle and bustle suddenly fell.
Tyres and Ian Qiqi turned their heads.
With this registration, a man in his 50s walked into the hall.
This nobleman has a clear outline of the northern people. He is actually an armor, and his eyes emit a sharp light, which makes Taylors frown.
The aristocrats who were already present also turned to the gate, and many people nodded to the Ferguson Count, or respectfully said hello.
The man named Coatson stalked forward, looking proudly at the ceremonies of other vassals. Under the gaze of the aristocrats, he walked all the way to the forefront of the stone hall and approached the six empty seats closest to the Grand Duke. One, did not hesitate to sit down.
"The dance started." Ian whispered quietly in the yin and yang of the ear.
Taylors glanced at him.
Starting from Kutson, with the registration of the commander, several people look at the different aristocrats, like an appointment, in just a few minutes, either tight or slow, or early or late Stepped through the hall.
"Country of Wild Woodland, Stone Linna!" Count Linna seems to be a little smaller than Kutson. He walks slowly to the six most important seats, rigorously dressed, serious, and squinting, as if at any time. Going to the battlefield.
"The wild woodland is close to the squadron and the whistle-collar. It is the worst land in the city of Longyan. It is a forest. In fact, only the bare pointed wood on the tundra is better than the squad," Ian whispered. To Tells: "Like its name, people there are some 'wild'."
Taylors raised an eyebrow.
The registration of the commander continues.
"The Earl of the Iron County, Brooking Hurst!" The guest is the youngest, thirty years old, with a golden color of beard, with a smile, with his angular features, impressive.
"The iron-iron county is the only way for Weilan to lead the city to Longyan. I believe that when you come, you must pass there," Ian looked at the young Earl of Hearst. His face was complicated: "God, I am really Hey guy, I heard that he inherited the title and territory when he was ten."
Taylors gave him a look.
"Korean County and Origami County Earl, Kahn Kerkegol!"
The middle-aged guest was of medium build, his face was dull, his pace was slow, and he was not alone with the waiter. He seemed to be unmoved by foreign objects, but the most striking thing was his left sleeve - it was empty. : This is a one-armed count.
"Wow, Count Kierkegaard, heavyweight," Ian’s voice came from the ear: "The most capable person under the hands of Nunn, Nunn has declared countless battles in his life, many of which are oral. Threats, once the county and the origami county begin to mobilize, it means that Longyan City is going to be real."
Tyres couldn’t help but look at the one-legged count.
"The Stonehenge and the Earl of Hatting County, Holt Nazaire!"
This is an aristocrat of the old-fashioned dragon clock, slowly moving forward with the help of the servant, but the aristocrats on his side all consciously avoid the road.
"Be careful, Tyres," Ian looked at the old aristocrat who came in, his look dignified: "Nazer - the old grandfather, but with a man of Noon's era, he and the Count of Brisbane, can be called King's left and right arms."
"I heard that King Nunn had made a joke with his subordinates."
"If the Lisboa betrayed the city of Longyan, then King Noun would furiously lead the rebellion until the one he once trusted the most."
Ian’s words turned:
But if Nazaire betrayed the city of Longyan, then the king of Nunn had to do it, just lie back and go to sleep.

Taylors said: "Why."
Ian shook his head and groaned: "Because Long Yucheng has already finished playing."
Tyres frowned slightly: "So exaggerated?"
"These five people, plus the Regency of Lisbon," Ian whispered in the ear of Thales: "They are the six most trusted and most important counts of King Nunn, and the strength of each family behind them. Comparable to a small country, and these six people can not hesitate to pull out the warriors who combined more than 20,000 people, almost twice the size of the Walton family."
"They seem to be experienced rulers." Tyres whispered.
"Nun King does not allow his men to have a vegetarian meal or a low-capacity person, so what you see is for him to work for him for decades, for him to broadcast Longyan City and even Exeter. The people of the people - not like we prayed to the city, forget it - in short," Ian shook his head:
"This is also one of the legacy of King Nunn."
"That's why, Longyan City is the most powerful and terrifying force of Exeter." Taylors carefully observed the five counts, added.
"That was the past, when King Nunn was still there," Ian shook his head in disapproval. "And now?" - For the past six years, in addition to the funeral of King Nunn, the five counts have never entered the dragon. Yucheng, even the political commissars are only appointed to engage in officials until today."
Tyres nodded.
But he immediately heard the interaction of the five counts.
"How is your territory, Kahn," said the Earl of Cortson, who was dressed in an iron-clad cast: "After twisting the neck of their last generation, the scorpions of the city will not dare to challenge you again."

"Cut off the nonsense," the one-armed Earl of Kahn Kerkeguer did not give Cotson a face. His expression was unchanged and his face looked like a thousand miles: "We all know why we are here - Less worrying."
Cotson, who was uninteresting, snorted and turned his head.
"The soul is still as sharp as before," said the oldest Nazer Earl, who set his eyes on the soul gun behind the Grand Duke's seat, and sighed: "But sitting under it, we are loyal to it." That person is gone."
In this case, the expressions of the five counts are all sinking together.
Nazaire shook his head and looked sad: "When are we, the last time they gathered together?"
"Six years ago," behind him, the countless Earl of Linna replied in a cold voice. He moved the seat heavily. It seemed that everything around him made him look down on his eyes: "The first is the star, then the disaster, then It’s a dragon, and finally a black sand collar... When we arrived with people, we only had the funeral of our Majesty.

Five people were silent for a moment.
"It’s ridiculous," Linna’s words haven’t finished yet. He shook his head coldly:
The inexplicable king, five outsiders and Brisbane, decided to belong to our junta and let the most powerful Longyan city change. It became the biggest laugh of Exeter..."
"Linna!" Earl of Hearst, the golden beard, interrupted him with enthusiasm. "Look at the goddess of the setting sun!"
"Save your complaints!"
When Tyres heard this, he couldn’t help but cast a shadow.
Selma.
What kind of vassers have you faced in the past six years?
Earl Linna snorted disdainfully and was about to speak.
"Eagle County and the Earl of Blood!"
The voice of the messenger sounded again: "Dragon City Regent, Charles Risban!"
Finally, Tells saw the familiar people.
With an unquestioned majesty and heavy, calm and quiet, the Earl of Brisbane stepped into the hall.
Unlike before, the nobles were quiet in the moment when the Regency came in.
Only the five counts in the forefront looked at him without showing weakness.
Earl Linna even snorted.
The Regent's regent came to the five counts and his expression was indifferent: "You are here, I am honored."
"Not you, Charles," Earl Nazer shook his head, revealing an ugly smile: "Not you... We are responding to the call of the seal."
Brisbane turned his head and looked at Nazer.
"Of course." The regent whispered, and he turned over the seat of five people and sat down at the position closest to the seat of the Grand Duke.
The other four did not even look at Brisbane at a glance.
It seems that he is not one of the six people at all, not their companions.
Looking at the interaction of the six counts, Tyres frowned.
"Ian."
The prince suddenly took a step toward Rooney and whispered:
"Tell me, in this case, Long Yucheng is not your only hope."
Ian, who is waving far away to his own mission, has a slight glimpse.
He looked back and was puzzled: "What?"
Tyres looks firm: "Tell me."
Ian squinted and seemed to think of something: "You seem... don't have much confidence in us?"
Tyres shook his head and couldn't see any emotions: "Tell me."
Ian narrowed his eyes.
"Of course not." In the end, the heirs of Qiyuan City still sighed: "Dragonfly City is just one of them."
His face was a little deep: "At this time, my sister probably has taken the mission to defend the city."
Taylors sinks for a while.
"Kuan Shoucheng, Leko Grand Duke."
He remembered the bald boss and the scene where he snarled in the hall six years ago: "Of course, twenty years ago, they were also attacking the Freedom League's reinforcements."
The prince looked up and looked worried: "But you can think of it, Rumba can also think of it - just like you come to Longyan."
Ian whistled and waved his hand in disappointment: "My sister will have a way. God knows how she will use the big nai to seduce the old bald soldier, or use her mouth - who knows which one."
Tyres frowned.
He noticed that Ian’s gaze slowly condensed in midair, thoughtfully.
"You don't look like your sister very much?"
Ian snorted and seemed quite disapproving.
"Don't get me wrong, we used to be very good," said Little Ronnie, looking at the dragon's stone in the clouds above his head. He whispered from his nose: "But it's like a dead enemy now."
His expression is ironic.
Tyres raised an eyebrow: "I mind if I ask why?"
Ian didn't talk, he just looked at Taylors in a complicated look.
At this time, more loud than before, came from the door:
"The blood of Nakaru and Sarah -"
The northern people in the hall turned their heads together!
With the collision of countless seats, all the northerners stood up.
Even the six counts are no exception.
They all took the right fist seriously and pressed it to their hearts.
"The successor of the Dragon Gun family -"
Ian sighed and slowly stood up.
Under the urging of countless dissatisfaction, Taylors also quickly stood up.
"The ruler of Longyan City -"
In the scream of Hong Lei, Thales saw a light figure in the gap through the layers of shoulders, but slowly followed the heavy steps.
is her.
The girl he was familiar with, accompanied by Nicholas, walked up and down the vassals on both sides and walked to his seat.
That only seat.
The girl's face is quiet, graceful and decent, step by step.
"You ask me why," Ian’s voice slowly came from the ear: "Look, that's why."
The Star Prince suddenly became stunned and he turned his head.
"what?"
Ian curled up his mouth and revealed a mocking smile.
"six years ago."
"The first female grandfather in Exeter's history, in Longyan City, succeeded in this hall," Ian's eyes cooled. He turned his head and stared at the stun gun on the fireplace. The slowly coming girl in the middle of the hall has a sullen voice in her voice:
"The ‘Female’ Grand Duke.

"Since then……"
"My dearest twin sister, the woman who was born with me in the mother's womb."
"It's not just about me... her dearest brother."
Taylors stunned.
Hey, hey, hehe...
Through the layers of the crowd, the pace of the girl Dagong continues.
She has suffered from the unscrupulous eyes of countless men, passing through countless men or talking in light or dark, walking through the long and rough floor tiles of the Yingling Palace, and entering the forum where only male aristocrats are eligible to enter for centuries. .
Step by step, go to your seat.
For a moment, Taylors hopes that he has no dexterous hearing and no clear vision.
Because he saw, the men in the full hall, no matter how old or young, no matter how expensive, they went from front to back, from top to bottom, without any scruples, looked at the female Dagong's posture and looked at her appearance.
He also heard them chuckle, joking, squatting on the evaluation of the female figure, face, and even her...
An inexplicable anger came to my heart, and Taylors unconsciously squeezed his fist.
The pinch is tighter.
But the girl is still moving forward.
Hey, hey, hehe...
Her footsteps slammed on the grounds of the Sealing Palace for centuries, giving a crisp sound.
The tiles of the Yingling Palace are still strong, as old as ever, indestructible.
But the girl is still moving forward.
Hey, hey, hehe...
Her boots continued to hit the floor tiles, even if the floor tiles had never been broken and shaken a little bit, she did not stop, never stopped.
Not even back.
"You know, from then on, my sister's eyes," Ian's voice continued to come, and the eyes of the heirs of the far-away city shone with dangerous light:
"That beautiful eyes, no longer look at the makeup and clothing, look at the dowry and money, look at the young Tohoyan who may become her trust and destiny in the future, look at the things that women should care about and care about when they are born." ""

It’s looking at my father.

"Look at me."
Taylors did not speak.
The girl's body is light and her expression is calm, but her foot is still heavy.
It seems to carry the heavy burden.
"You changed the rules, Tyres," Ian's speed is not urgent, but it is full of depression:
"You are with Lombard."
He looked at the eyes of Tyres revealing a disturbing color: "It's you."
"You took my sister."
The girl finally stepped onto the steps of the Grand Duke.
Nie Lai Station is set on the first step, as her most important guard, he will not be able to go any further.
The girl only steps on the steps alone.
Step on her seat.
Lonely alone.
As the girl walked to the front of the seat, the caller’s deliberately extended call came to an end: "Female Grand Duke -"
"Selma Walton!"
Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Selma sat down slowly, and it was difficult to hide his pale face.
Everyone under the steps - the vassals who belonged to the Dragon City, bowed their heads.
Respect to their princes.
But Taylors heard it.
Under the blessing of the sin of the prison river, he heard it clearly and clearly -
噗通...噗通...噗通...
In the chest of the female grandfather, there was a burst of powerful beats that were passed into his ears without interruption.
That is the heartbeat of Selma.
Fresh and powerful.
Even the clutter of the full hall people can't cover up.
Taylor sighed long.
"It turns out," said Teres, sitting down in his seat, facing Ian around him, thoughtfully. "For the crisis of the Freedom League, you came to Longyan City, and your sister went to defend the city... If you fail..."
"No." Ian interrupted him coldly.
In the eyes of the heirs of the city, there is a flame that Taylors cannot ignore: "I will not fail."
"It will only be her failure."
"It can only be her."
Tyres turned his head and looked at Ian.
"You just said," the second prince slowly decapitated, with a deep meaning: "I took your sister?"
Ian frowned.
Taylor sighed and slowly clenched his fist: "That's right."
"I took it," said Tyres, taking a deep breath and looking at the Grand Chronicle, the strong-looking woman who looked at the audience:

It’s really ‘your’ sister.

Tyres smiled.
He turned to look at the female grandfather who was preparing to speak, leaving Ian with a suspicious look.
Just before, when Selma walked slowly into the seat, when Ian spoke up with his sister's story, Irons suddenly woke up:
It turned out that six years ago...
He also has Lombard.
What they did in this hall.
More than just compromise.
(End of this chapter)