Vol 2 Chapter 316: Dagong and Fengchen

Chapter 316 Dagong and Fengchen
When Nazaire spoke the last word, the entire hero hall fell into a strange atmosphere.
There is no silence for half of the silence, and it is not the hustle and bustle of the crowd, but the aristocrats on the side of the hall whispered in the face and whispered.
In the squeaking noises, they raised their heads from time to time, squinting at the female grandfather in the seat with a strange and alienated gaze.
Like thousands of insect ants, they are hidden in the tall and solid pillars of the wood, and they bite into the sound of invading the beam - no one makes people feel irritated, but they have to search for broken wood, but there is no There is no trace of the film.
On the throne of Dagong, Selma’s expression was frozen.
Although the girl had expected it, but when it was really at this moment, the female grandfather could not help but be tight.
Just like the veil of concealer is finally ruthlessly removed.
Tyres listened to the whispers in his ear and looked at the girl's expression, and his heart was hard to say.
Sitting in the head of the female prince, Brisbane was sullen, his eyes were drooping, and the coldness was revealed from it, like an eaves that was about to fall down the hail.
"Count, Nazaire," a long, awkward, expressionless girl slowly sent a crisp but cold voice:

This is your suggestion? A husband? For the Dragon City?

The moment she opened her mouth, the whispers in the hero hall suddenly disappeared.
Just like the insect ants stopped biting and hid.
Nazer quietly looked at the girl who looked at him coldly, without a slight wave of eyes.
"This is the right thing to do," the old count said faintly: "Walton's bloodline must continue, just like the marriage of the hero Sara and Princess Renee, continuing the rule of the Dragon City."
"The Walton family also needs a legitimate, orthodox son and male heir to comfort the unequal vassals and shock our opponents. - Tell the outside world: Longyan City is under sufficient protection and is as stable as ever. ""
"Only after that, it is possible to retrieve Walton's dignity and the prestige of the Dragon City. No matter what method."
Nazaire is still in the air, but every time he says a word, the whisper in the hall is reduced by one point, and the girl's face is pale.
"I suggest that you can choose a young and talented and talented person to be your husband among the vassals and their equally noble and loyal families."
Earl of Nazaire is the color of the face: "To be the father of your future child, as the father of the future dragon gun family."
The female tycoon did not answer immediately.
But Tyres felt that the girl's eyes subconsciously shifted in his direction, but they stopped halfway and focused on the floor tiles in the center of the hall.
That is the floor tile belonging to the Yingling Palace. After thousands of years, it is still strong.
"So, you think, I am a woman," Selma said softly. "In fact, he is not qualified to sit in this position and inherit everything from the Grand Duke of Longyan City?"
Her voice gradually disappeared from panic and discomfort, but she took a bit of bitterness and clarity that was consistent with her master:

So you asked me to marry early and give birth to a real, qualified and enthroned Longyan City heir?

The hall was completely quiet, and the vassals who were loyal to the Walton family were no longer whispering, but they looked up and waited for developments in the hall.
The five counts were in a different state, but they looked at their female monarchs silently.
The eyes of Brisbane were locked in the ear of Nazer, but the latter was unaware.
Seeing here, Tyres sighed, and Ian, who was around him, shrugged.
"Exactly the opposite."
"Because you have the qualification to lead Longjing City as a person of Walton," Nazer’s voice came again, and his words were smoother and stronger than the female grandfather’s lightness and even silence. More needs to be done - as the nearest direct blood family in the family, it is your unshirkable responsibility to continue the Walton family."
Selma lowered his eyes and his eyes rested on his knees.
At that moment, Taylors, who silently watched this scene, suddenly realized that it was both unfortunate and fortunate that he had been away from the palace for six years.
Finally, a cold, low-spirited cold drink rang in the hall:
"As far as I know, what we are talking about is responding to the call of the woman."
"It is a matter of sending a free alliance," the voice of the Regent's regency was like a chill of the sun, and instantly wiped out the last remaining smile on the faces of the nobles in the hall. "Not a rude private reform agenda. Unrespected interference with the woman’s personal affairs."

It’s just like rebelling against the palace.

Brisbane ended his words coldly.
Opposite to him, Nazaire turned his head and turned to Brisbane, as if this was his biggest enemy today, as if the teaching of the female grandfather had just been inadvertently reminded.
The old count stared firmly at the regent, his eyes kept moving for a long time.
"We are talking about the same thing - the future of Longyan City, Brisbane," the next second, Nazer seems to have the heart and the opposite of Brisbane, in the most calm and peaceful language, said Reese The face of the class suddenly changed: "It is related to the fate of the city of Longyan. Do you think that we will faint to let it hold it in the hands of some ruthless powers?"
In addition to the two of them, the other four counts also responded slightly: Among them, Linna and Kutson each snorted without a cover.
Only a woman who did not say a word, still staring at the long skirt between the legs.
It seems that the pattern above is very nice.
Brisbane looked back at Nazer and no longer concealed his dissatisfaction.
Just listen to the regent sneer: "So, you force the female grandfather to marry your favorite person?"
"Put the dragon city firmly in your own hands, it is not called 'fainting', right?"
The dispute between the two adults echoed in the hall, but no one dared to interrupt.
Taylors listened quietly to their conversation.
Brisbane and Nazer, the two history are as old as they are, and they don’t even lose to the Northland family of the Nakaru Knights. From the time of the Dragon King, they are the right arm of the Walton family. Supporting the banner of the dragon gun in the cloud is not falling in Longyan City.
And now...
A second later, Nazaire and Brisbane staggered each other's complex eyes.
"No one can force a big man to do anything, even if it is a king." He only listened to Nazer's voice a little lower, and his voice turned: "But the Dagongs are qualified to stand in this position and accept the loyalty of the ministers. It is because he knows his responsibility."
Nazaire no longer looked at Brisbane. Instead, he was staring at his face with a strange look, and his eyes were stagnant.

Ms. Remember, you are not just yourself, not just Ms. Selma, not just the Walton family,
Earl Nazer said with a sigh:
"You are more - Long Yucheng."
His bite is particularly clear and his accent is clear and unquestionable.
Selma had already bitten his teeth and couldn’t help but move.
"So you can't just think about yourself, ma'am," Nazaire said bluntly: "More importantly, think about Longyan City."
Brisbane's face was blue.
In the hall, the whispers of the remaining dozens of vassals rang again.
It is bigger, more arrogant and more arrogant than the previous ones.
Niely frowned, and his hand tried to lift it up several times, reaching out to the blade of the back, but it was laid down hard every time.
Tyres bit his lower lip and his eyelashes trembled.
In his glory, the little slicker used to hang his head and tremble slightly.
Ian gave him a strange look and whispered, "Hey, don't go away, when are we going?"
But Tyres just tightened his lips and said nothing.
Ian soon stopped paying attention to Taylors.
Because the next moment, almost everyone's expectations...
The girl raised her head violently!
"If I say no?"
The female Dagong’s clear, soft voice, with a short, unpredictable short-sounding voice, suddenly sounded.
The faces in the hall have been slightly awkward.
On the throne of Dagong, the girl showed a beautiful but with a cold face, and said: "If I say... I don't want to?"
The hall is like a lake that has been thrown into a stone, once again swaying the whispering voice of this upset.
The sound of the hustle and bustle in the hall was one after another, and the noisy place forced Niely to speak out again and maintain order.
Listening to the rumors in his ear, Taylors gradually tightened his brow.
Many people subconsciously looked at the Count of Brisbane, but the latter was only silent.
Selma looked at Hearst intricately, and looked hard at the aggressive Count of Linna, and then cleared his throat. "If I say no in the name of the Dragon Girl City Grand Duke..."
"I ordered: my marriage will not be here, it will not be decided by this matter."
"You, if so..."
The voice of the female grandfather echoed in the hall: "What about you?"
As soon as this statement came out, there seemed to be no change in the hall.
But Tyres inexplicably felt that the temperature around the six seats on the side of the big man seemed to drop.
Earl Linna snorted.
"I remembered the first king, madam."

Once, King Nunn said ‘no’, that’s ‘no’.

The counts of the counts have cooled.
"but……"
"Lord of the Grand Duke, you are sitting in the seat of the first king," said the Earl of Linna without any feelings, but the key words:
"Don't think that you are him."
Selma's face was white, and she gritted her teeth: "The Earl of Linna..."
Seeing the atmosphere is not right, the Earl of Hearst, who has always been very friendly, spoke up.
He raised his hands to both sides and persuaded him to pre-empt: "Ms. Count Linna, I think we should all be cold..."
This time, Count Hearst was interrupted by Linna’s ruthless words:
"We all know that you are so worried, Count Hearst!"
"But don't ‘teach me’ again—that power belongs only to the first king, Nunn.

Taylors saw it very clearly: Linna said this sentence to the Earl of Hearst, but his eyes have remained on the female grandfather.
The pressure on Selma is getting heavier.
Hearst’s golden beard shook.
The Earl of the Iron County who ate the nails came cold and didn't pick up.
However, things are somewhat unexpected.
After a few seconds, I saw Selma still holding her head high and looking at her vassals without any weakness.
She glanced in a direction in the hall, taking a deep breath as determined.
"You are."
"I know your worries. I also know that Long Yucheng is no better than the past. I know the dilemma we face. The departure of the first king is too damaging to us, both in substance and in spirit."
Selma took a deep breath and used her tone in Hickser's class to say:
"So I will call today's hearing meeting and invite everyone to attend."
The female grand official is cold and open, as if unquestionable:
"You, I need this war."
As soon as this statement was made, the six counts, including Brisbane, frowned.
In the inconspicuous corner, Tyres slightly tilted his mouth.
Yes.
Sitting there is not just the helpless little slippery head.
It was the little lioness who smacked the gang, blushes, lifts the skirt, and licks his leg bones.
[Selma, remember? Choose the person you want to be. 】
"Not a Brisbane, not a city, not everyone else, but me!"
"It's me, your female grandfather needs this war!"
The girl gnawed her teeth and glared at the audience: "I need this war to stabilize my position to consolidate my rule and warn my enemies."
"And I need your strength, the vassals of Longyan City."
All the counts turned their heads, and their eyes were staring at one person.
Brisbane regency.
It seems that he is the source of everything.
But the female grandfather once again missed their expectations.
"Please don't look at Charles anymore, you," Selma's voice trembled slightly, like a snowy branch in the cold wind: "He didn't teach me to say this."
The Regency of Regency was a glimpse.
In a resolute tone, Selma's scorpion flashed a long-lost anger and looked around the hall.
Especially the six counts.
Let Taylors be amazed.
The eyes of Count Nazaire slowly solidified in midair, solidifying in the hands of the female grandfather holding the arm.
"Very good," he said softly after a few seconds: "You made me a little surprised, madam."
Selma took a deep breath and only felt Nazer's strange eyes, a kind of magic that penetrated the hearts of the people.
But the color in Nasir's eyes only lasted for a little while, and it restored the original seriousness and indifference. It seems that the accident brought by the female grandfather is really an accident.
The hall replied calmly.
Only Taylors and Ian, with a completely different mood, are concerned about the development of the situation.
The female grandfather is as heavy as water.
The vassals looked like swords.
Soon, Count Nazaire sighed and rejoined the conversation:
"Of course, as a count, I can't stand against or even block your decision."
Nazer is like a slightly disappointed old man, shaking his head and whispering: "But in the face of the crisis of the Freedom League, please forgive me for your determination, and even use action to advise you: this is not your good name. In the chaos of the praying city and the black sand collar, we are best able to protect ourselves."
Selma unconsciously held his breath and his arm was stiff.
Nazer looked at her faintly and didn't answer.
Tyres unknowingly exhaled from his nose.
Well done, Selma.
We are close.
In this game, complete the most important connections:
War, and marriage.
We will win.
The opposite Brisbane dismissed disdainfully: "So, you, Nazaire, before the crisis of the Freedom League, you have to refuse the lady's call, even..."
"Even if the vassals of the Black Sands rebelled against King Chaman, refused to pay taxes to the ladies?"
Nazer did not pay any attention to him.
The Earl of Kotson, who had been coming straight to, narrowed his eyes and looked at the female grandfather. He raised a brow and said: "I certainly don't want to be like that, madam."
"But many times, we are also involuntarily."
Selma's face changed.
The voice of the female tycoon is a bit short: "The Freedom of the League of Armed Forces - that is to maintain the honor of the Walton family, the object of your ancestors swearing allegiance."
"If we stand by and watch the wars of the Freedom League and refuse to ask for help from the far-away city, then we, whether they are the women of the Longyan City, or the princes of the Longyan City..." The female big bite, cold and cold tunnel:
"We will all become a laughing stock: whether it is a weak woman who is unable to maintain even the name of her father, or a timid and weak courage to face the Northlanders who lost in the past!"
The other four counts, whether it is the unrequited Kutson, the eloquent Linna, or the taciturn Kelke, and the gentle and courteous Hearst, they all turned their eyes away from the plug. Erma's sight.
Only Count Nasser made a blind look at the female grandfather, and reluctantly sighed: "Responding to the soldiers may damage the Walton family and our fame, but it is to ensure that we are not in this whirlpool. A good way to sink."
"It should be noted that in the six years of internal friction and disaster, Longyan City has been faltering..."
On the one hand, Brisbane snorted and was quite disdainful.
The female grandfather is quite a bit gnashing: "But you know, Count Nazer, and you, you all know that we must send troops! Even if it is not for the dragon gun family, not to help pray the city, but only to suppress the king's ambitions. Let us not float in the vortex inside the kingdom!"
"This is also for Long Yucheng!"
But the next moment, the voice of the old Nazaire suddenly increased, interrupting the words of Selma!
"So, why can't you understand Longtan City?"
Selma a glimpse.
Under the stage, Tyres’s fists were loose.
The eyes of Count Nazaire looked at the female grandfather’s eyes suddenly changed, and there was a sharp edge in it:
Decision can’t rely on verbal toughness.

"If you can openly and clearly choose your husband and re-stable the future of the Dragon Gun family, then all the problems can be solved. We recruit the soldiers, and in the name of the Dragon City, the Freedom League can be placed there. after that."
I only listened to the Earl’s cold opening:
Reinvigorating the family’s prestige, maintaining the honor of the Dragon City, and winning the alliance of the praying city, even defeating the arrogance of the king and demonstrating our existence and strength. Is this not more Is it a good solution?"
The female tycoon bit her lower lip, and in front of more than twenty vassals, it seems a little flustered.
It was at this time that Selma’s regent, Earl of Brisbane, spoke in due course.
"To deal with the king? Really?" Lisboa regent snorted: "In this moment of the battle between the city and the king, you deliberately took the lord's marriage from it...how, the sweetness of the black sand, Chaman The bones that the king has left, is it so good?"
At that moment, Nazer was like a beast that had been stepped on his tail, turned his head and stared at Brisbane.
"Cautious, old friend."
"Lumba did come to see me," Earl of Nazer was cold, as if he had a resentment with Brisbane: "But the Nazaire family in Longyan City is not his kindness." The smelly smell can be made to move - even if he is so clever and sinister.
"But believe me, madam, this is the best future for Longyan."
Nazaire’s words continue:
The rights you deserve will not be interfered with: as long as you are a noble and handsome man in Longyan City, how to choose and which one to choose as your husband is still your wish. This is the dragon. Yucheng's..."
Unbearable, Brisbane once again angered and spoke.
"Enough, Nazaire!"
The regent tycoon said coldly: "You can say something about ‘for the dragon city’.
"However, let the female grandfather marry one of you? Is this your solution?"
Brisbane shook his head slowly, and his eyes seemed to shoot a sharp knife: "Do you really know what this will bring to Longyan City?"
The center of the gladiator seems to have returned to the two counts.
"of course."
"Ms.," Nazer's voice was low, but her eyes were not separated from Brisbane: "I know that Charles...the Earl of Brisbane has said something to you, nothing more than a woman's grand prince to check and balance, to maintain the dragon. The balance of the city', 'the lord rushed to marry the vassal, is not conducive to the internal rule of Longyan City', 'you can not entrust your identity and power in the interior of Longyan City' and so on, as a reason for your refusal to marry."
"Really, it makes sense. I have been working with Charles for many years. I know better than anyone else: he is not a fool, and this kind of worry does exist."
Nazaire looked at Brisbane in a complicated way, but when he turned to the female prince, his eyes were more and more strange.
"I didn't want to say the following words, ma'am," Nazer whispered. "But I just suddenly realized that maybe you shouldn't treat you as a young child who knows nothing about it - you are a female grandfather."
Selma’s heart was moving.
Brisbane has a tight eyebrow.
"So, do you think that your marriage is really like what some people have said, just to bind the power of the Walton family to a certain family in Longyan City and draw it into our hands?"
"Do not."
With a little exhaustion, Count Nazaire whispered:
"This is for a higher, more important purpose."
Ladies and gentlemen, the next chapter has been coded and revised. It is scheduled to be published at 12:30. I am going to dinner.
(End of this chapter)