Vol 2 Chapter 319: Are you coming?

Chapter 319 Are you coming?
The hall is quiet and the needle can be heard.
The nobles looked intricately at the confrontation between the female grandfather and the praying city.
Ian stared at the horrified eyes, as if I couldn't understand the words of the woman.
But almost everyone in the hall looked at him badly.
Ian took a deep breath and looked up with an incomprehensible expression: "But... the free alliance, the war is close at hand."
The Selma on the seat gently pulled the corner of the mouth.
I saw her slowly point: "Yes."
Ian raised his hand in confusion and contradiction, as if he wanted to express something, but dropped it in the middle.
The heirs of Qiyuan City bite their teeth and their brows are deep:
"You know, this war is very meaningful to you and your family - especially after the loss of the king in Longyan."
"You know that today will be a turning point - decide your vassals' attitude towards you in the future."
The vassers’ faces are even tighter.
Ian’s words are slightly anxious:
You also know that the person sitting on the other end of the board is the one who hates you, the one who hates you?

Selma looked down weakly.
Her voice was weak, like a choked, sighing and spitting out the next sentence:
"Yeah, I know."
Ian seemed to be encouraged, his eyes were active, like looking for support and looking around, he smiled quite relaxedly: "Good."
"Then you know your situation, you know that your prestige is still far from enough, especially..."
Ianton paused. He looked around the audience and looked like a pity:
"Especially, you are still a woman - a female grandfather."
At that moment, the prince felt that the aristocrats in the hall had unnaturally adjusted their expressions.
In the seat of the six counts, Linna overtook her head and gently brushed her teeth, and Kelkegael looked at the female grandfather intently.
Hurst's eyes seemed to be spurting fire, and Earl Cotson's eyebrows were almost tangled together.
Both the Brisbane and the Count of Nazer looked at the female grandfather with a complex expression, which meant it was hard to find.
The female grandfather raised her head.
Tyres was in a tight heart.
The girl took a breath and showed a relieved expression.
Her eyes are calm:
"Yeah, this, I know."
The tone is normal.
As if the other party said it was nothing more than "the weather is good today", "this bowl of soup is good", "patient reading", "urging more".
Ian frowned:
"Then you will..."
The female grandfather interrupted him.
"But I am a Walton."
Her voice is still very small.
But there is an unquestionable firmness.
The eyes of the six vassals in her seat were all moving together.
Ian slightly like this:
"what?"
"Walton." Selma looked at Ian indifferently: "Warton, the successor of Nakaru, Walton in the clouds, Walton in Longyan."

Do you know the meaning of this surname?

Ian first narrowed his eyes and immediately showed an incredible look.
"Selma! Wake up! Think about the scene just now, think about the attitude of your vassals."
"And then think about my proposal," Ian exhaled, waving his hand with a bit of anger:
"This is the only way to save you from the dilemma!"
The words of the Viscount echoed in the hall.
The look of the vassals once again became unnatural.
Selma smiled.
She and Ian’s sight met in the air.

No,
said the female grandfather:
"It is not."
"Walton is Walton, not because of how strong and wise we are," Selma turned his eyes and looked at every vassal with a different look. "But because: the dragon in the cloud Never worked alone."
"Seven hundred years ago, when Nakaru was standing on the sky, under the clouds separated by the dragon wings, after the nine knights on the ground..."
"Lisban, Nazaire, Kierkegaard, Hearst... Countless famous or unknown North German knights have no hesitation, and they are rushing forward."
"They stood together and jointly created a battle to reverse the cold wind, tearing away the darkness of the disaster and winning the future for the world."
Under her seat, Earl of Hurst looks:
"Ms……"
The faces of other vassals are more and more dignified.
Seven hundred years ago...
Tyres sighed.
He couldn't help but think of the portrait of Tomond in the 闵迪思厅: The revival of the mourning king also took the gun and the six knights with scars on the side of the body were attacked with no regrets.
Boom!
At this time, Selma took a seat and stood up unexpectedly!
The entire hall was a little surprised.
But nothing is more shocking than the next move by the female grandfather.
"Zhu Jun, today, at this time, here, I, the female grandfather of Longyan City, Selma Walton," the girl's light and clear voice sounded in the hero hall, echoing between the thick stone bricks :
"Formally issued the Wartime Call of the Dragon City!"
"Dragon City, from this moment, declare war on the Freedom League!"
Taylor's breathing was a stagnation.
Under the temptation and shock of the reaction of all people, I saw that the female grandfather stepped forward and looked firm.
Her voice is cold and harsh, but full of power that she has never seen before:
"No, the Walton family will send troops to the west, aid the city of Qiyuan, and go out to the Freedom League!"
"Through the blood of the betrayal, with the heads of the little people, prove the honor of Longyan City!"
The hall was quiet when it was quiet.
Ian was holding a big mouth that seemed to close again, and stared at Selma.
The vassals were not much better. The eyes of the two shocked eyes were staring at the female grandfather. The six counts were much more stable, but their physical movements were enough to show anomalies: Hearst almost took the seat. The chair was broken, and Kotson squeezed his fist, and Kelke's broken arm firmly held against the arm.
The most senior Regency of Regency and the Count of Nazaire watched each other closely, without a word.
No one seems to be able to respond appropriately to the words of the female grandfather.
It wasn't until Ian took a breath and the people like drowning finally surfaced.
He wiped his chin and said anxiously:
"Ms. Selma, as I said, we don't need you to send troops..."
He was greeted by Selma’s stern response:
"This has nothing to do with you, Lord Viscount!"
Ian’s words were cut off, and he couldn’t believe that he opened his hands and stared at the female grandfather.
"This is just my decision."
Just listen to the female grandfather cold and authentic:
"It is also something that Longyan City must do."
The whole audience was shocked by the toughness that the girl suddenly came.
Only the horns in the corner gently tilted his mouth and looked at his partner for six years, and only he habitually noticed that the girl's fist silhouette under the left sleeve was shaking slightly.
Well done, Selma, continue.
He is silent in his heart.
"And I need you - the response of the twenty-three noble families here," the female grandfather slowly turned his eyes and scanned the people in the hall:
"Just seven hundred years ago, just as twenty years ago, your ancestors and yourself, stood on the side of the two kings one after the other with no regrets."
Her voice is still clear, with a desperate determination.
But there is no response.
No one is talking.
All the vassals looked at her quietly, and the faces that were horrified gradually emerged with suspicion and prudence, slowly deepening in each other's expectations.
The hall is still quiet.
Even Brisbane was silent.
Selma's face is white.
Tyres in the seat closed his eyes.
not enough.
Selma.
This is not enough!
The female grandfather ugly glanced at the audience - every vassal that she swept to did not naturally turn her eyes.
"You!"
Selma bites the tooth:
"The battle number is already ringing, Longyan City needs you!"
But the big hero hall, on both sides of the oval stone hall, still no one answered.
It seems as if someone has isolated the sound.
Ian, who was watching the words, frowned.
Above the steps, Selma seemed to be under heavy pressure and looked hard at the silent hall.
A pair of eyes mixed with confusion, doubt, calculation, and dissatisfaction shot at her.
But nothing happens.
As if this is just her one-man show.
Selma suddenly felt his legs tremble.
Do not.
She unconsciously clenched her teeth and her heart beat faster.
Do not……
Panic hits my heart.
This……
How to do……
At this time, Selma suddenly noticed: In those eyes, only a pair of eyes remained waveless and calm as ever.
Just looking far away, quietly looking at her, as always.
Just like the past six years.
The owner of the eyes smiled at her, raised her left hand and clicked a thumb.
Selma trembled slightly: she gathered her thumb under the left sleeve, and suddenly she felt a sense of weight when she was stunned by tension.
That is a ring.
Six years ago, the guy put the ring on her hand.
The eyes were lightly glimpsed and turned to another place.
But just this embarrassment seems to give the girl a power.
Selma's cheeks trembled and she took a deep breath.
The girl did not look at the audience all the way, but turned to the most senior count.
"The honorable Count of Nazer."
Count Nazaire kept staring at Brisbane. Hearing this, he slowly turned his eyes:
"Ms……"
Selma looked awkward and said the following words:
"You let me see, what kind of dilemma is Long Yucheng."
"But it also makes me firmly believe that the future of Longyan City cannot be guarded by suspicions and calculations between the monarch and the minister."
At that moment, Count Nazaire looked at him.
"So this won't be a deal, I won't take a marriage for a compromise. Longyan City hasn't weakened to rely on internal marriage to be consistent with the outside world."
"This is just my wish!"
Nazaire slowly leaned back on the seat behind him and remained silent.
"Our lost glory and victory can only be maintained by us and won in person!"
The top six counts reacted differently and looked different.
"Even if..."
The female grandmother took a deep breath and clenched her teeth:
"Even if no family responds to me."
In the quiet hall, there was a loud inhalation sound.
"Even if there is only a Walton single flag."
In the face of the ups and downs of the female princes, the expressions of many vassals have become strange.
Even the guards who have no right to speak can't help but look at it frequently.
Ian sighed.
"Selma, you are crazy." The viscount began to show dignity and vigilance.
The stagnation of the atmosphere seemed to have pierced a hole by this sentence.
The hall began to stir up.
The faces of the vassals are getting more and more urgent and more and more difficult to read.
"Yeah," Selma showed a bitter smile:
"I know."
The female tycoon immediately looked at her complicated vassals and looked awkward.
"I know, I am far less than Wuen's Majesty - and you, you can't look at me, you can't look down on the little girl in this big public seat, and I have resentment and every plan."
Earl Cotson licked his mouth and seemed to be thinking.
The female lord sighed: "But I still hope that at this moment, you can stand with me and stand with Longyan City."
Earl of Hearst trembled slightly.
"Prove to the outside world that the guest who claimed to be able to recover the dilemma by marriage proves that Longyan City is still strong and still united. We don't need to be blessed by others to protect ourselves."
Count Linna unnaturally squeezed his fists and twisted the knuckles back and forth.
In the next second, Selma raised his left hand abruptly, letting the sleeves slip off the arm, revealing the white wrist.
More exposed the ring on the thumb.
"Because I believe that you, no one in this world will be better qualified than you, my vassals, to fight for me and win for me."
When I saw the ring, everyone in the hall frowned.
"Because I am Long Yucheng."
"But Longyan City is not only me, but also everyone here."
In front of everyone's eyes, the female grandfather gently took off the large ring of black stone, and lifted it high.
"You, I am going to fight."
The female grandfather’s eyes are cold and she swears:
"Are you coming?"
Taylors glimpsed.
Are you coming...?
The voice of the girl re-emerged in the hall, but this time, the vassals were staring at the black ring.
Looking at the people and things represented behind it.
Brisbane looks complicated.
The one-armed count closed his eyes.
Count Nazaire tightened his face in a rare way.
The vassals were stunned and looked around and whispered.
The girl’s ring on her hand was lifted flat, and she was facing the dragon in the cloud at the top of the hall.
"The most loyal vassal of the Walton family, the brothers and sisters of Nunn!"
The voice of the girl is ringing again:
"Are you coming?"
Listening to the words of the female prince, Tels is a little embarrassed.
He seems to have returned to his six years ago and returned to the desperate day of escaping. In the refuge of the Temple of the Moon, he did the same, desperately swearing a similar word to Nicholas, who was preparing to flee.
[But this is my decision...]
[Northern people? 】
[Do you come? 】
The screams of the vassals began to grow.
The eyes of Tyres and the Nilai Lay on the steps meet, and the prince saw a similar surprise in the eyes of the comet.
It is difficult to suppress the unclear emotions that are unclear from the heart of Tells.
He can only recall it six years ago.
[Yes, we are going to commit suicide. 】
[Northern people, are you coming? 】
[Do you come...]
"Dragon City!"
In the hall, Selma's voice mentions the limits that can be reached, and the young girl's treble flutters in the ancient palace:
"Are you coming?"
The hall gradually calmed down.
A lot of vassals have ended their anxious conversation, their eyes are up and looking at the most important people.
Waiting for their decision.
The female big man bit his teeth, the arm holding the ring trembled, and the eyes were reddish.
"Northland people!"
She was almost roaring at everyone in the entire hall: "Are you coming?"
clang!
A guard who resisted the emotion accidentally pressed the hilt, and the blade collided with the wall, making a harsh sound.
This sharp sound made everyone's mood more tense and the atmosphere more depressed.
The female Dagong bit his teeth, shaking his eyes, holding the triumphant ring symbolizing the Grand Duke of Longyan City, standing alone in front of the stun gun, facing the men in the hall.
In the six counts, the exceptions of Kutson and Hearst and Linna could hardly be concealed. They exchanged their eyes with each other anxiously. It seems that they could not reach an agreement for a long time.
One second.
The one-armed count still closed his eyes and silenced.
Two seconds.
Ian squinted and sighed a bit.
Three seconds.
The silent confrontation between Brisbane and Nazaire seems to have come to an end, but they still do not say a word, waiting for the situation.
Time is getting longer.
The atmosphere in the hall is getting more and more uncomfortable.
until……
Until a loud violent drink, it sounded loudly in the hall!
"enough!"
As a heavy hammer, the atmosphere of repression is broken.
The hall was quiet.
Everyone is at a glance.
It's him.
The opening is the one of the six counts, the one-headed count who has always been silent.
Terspin regained his emotions and his heart moved.
It's him.
It was what Ian said, the "most able to fight" count.
The one-armed count rose and looked up, his eyes were cold, and his body exudes a long-awaited battlefield.
He turned to the female grandfather on the steps.
"Ms. I don't know you," the one-armed count slowly walked to the center of the hall. His tone was cold:
"But, witnessed by the honor of the Kelkaigor family."
"Since the female prince has ordered, the ‘the fearless steel’ Kierkeel family will respond!

The one-armed Earl of Kierkegael turned and coldly faced the entire hall, his steel-like voice hitting everyone in the heart of the hammer:
"We fight for you!"
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(End of this chapter)