Vol 2 Chapter 325: Give back

Chapter 325 returns
Taylors never thought that when a king appeared in front of his vassal, he could get such an interesting response.
At that moment, all eyes were focused on the king.
In the atmosphere of the whole silence, Chaman Lenba stood facelessly with his hands, but it seemed to invisibly exude the dignified pressure of the king alone.
Behind the king, the Viscounts of Cambyda and Croce are indifferently separated.
Not everyone recognizes King Chaman, so apart from Tyres, there are only two expressions left in the hall:
A face is dignified, and a misty water.
There are also people who have it: for example, Brisbane and Nazaire, such as the female grandfather.
"Ekster."
Viscount Canbida took a serious step forward, and he declared to the entire hall with the voice of sorghum and the unique, short and powerful tone of the Northerners:
"Call to your king!"
Cambyda’s voice echoed in the hall.
The next second, as if a torrential rain crashed down, the aristocrats who were still in doubt, suddenly broke out of irresistible arguments and embarrassment!
"what happened?"

Is the relatives in Longyan City?

"How did he come in?"

Is it scheduled in advance?

"No, that prince..."
The skeptics have it, the stunners have it, the heavy ones have it, the sorrowful ones have it, and the gnashing teeth have it.
But the female grandfather and the six counts are in a strange silence:
Selma was pale and Brisbane closed his eyes.
Nazaire couldn't hide the look of the king, and frowned at the lighter Taylors.
Kelke Gurgal's eyes burned and his breathing accelerated; Hirst seemed to be the first to see King Chaman, and his dignified and examined eyes were firmly locked in the king.
Count Linna and Count Earl Cotterson were shocked and even had no effort to exchange their eyes.
Ian, who was from the city of Pray, was stunned. He blinked his eyes in desperation. He looked at the king in the middle of the hall incredulously, and cast a doubtful eye on Taylor.
That is what the father said... ambitious, the horrible black sand grandfather?
Six years ago, the initiator of the disaster in Longyan City?
how come?
Tyres, you talk to him...
Ian’s face is getting more and more ugly.
In the center of the storm, King Chaman is still calm and quiet.
His left hand gently draped the sword at the waist, and did not care about the surrounding atmosphere.
The arguments of the nobility are getting louder and louder.
Until the king gently looked up and glanced at the Quartet.
King Chaman’s eyes were filled with cold and deadness, and wherever he was, the people who were swept away shuddered.
The nobility can't help but hold their breath.
After a few seconds, the king opened his mouth and looked at the aristocrats in the city of Longyan, sarcasm and sneer:
"Humph."
Tyres took a deep breath and looked at Wyatt and Rolf calmly. Behind Campida and Croy, the two princes of the stars hang their heads against the wall, low-keyly Come to the prince's side.
In the end, I still have this step.
The prince calmly thought: the worst step.
The last card.
trump card.
He nodded to the two returning.
At this time, Taylors suddenly felt a cold on his back!
Unwilling eyes shot at him.
It is a comet.
Nie Lai is staring at Lombard, as if staring at the unforgettable enemy, the pain and hatred in her eyes will be turned into flames and sprayed out.
He looked at Taylors again, his eyes filled with anger and dissatisfaction.
Probably the comet himself is hard to tell. At this moment, he is even more annoyed with King Chaman, or Taylors.
Tyles sighed softly, and he turned his head as if he didn't see the horrible expression of the comet.
"Dragon City, are you all stunned?"
In the hall, Viscount Canbida was very dissatisfied with the performance of the nobles. He waved his arms and said: "In the name of the covenant oath..."
"To the co-owners of the northern land of the Western Continents, the king of Exeter and the forty-sixth of the Quikore Glacier, the king, Chaman Lombard -"
"salute!"
He glared at the hall.
The scene was quiet again, and the vassals frowned. Many people turned their attention to the female grandfather.
Selma took a deep breath and she turned her head hard and looked at King Chaman.
It happened that the king also looked back and stared sharply at Selma.
The girl’s face was white, and the memories of her once came to my heart.
Countess of Brisbane looked at the female grandfather with a dignified look, and looked at King Chaman, then sighed and nodded.
"He is the king, this is the obligation to rule the vows." The regent whispered to the girl.
After getting the advice from Brisbane, Selma swallowed her throat hard. She took a few deep breaths, and then she lifted the skirt, left the seat, and slowly walked down the steps.
Go to the highest ruler of Exeter.
"Chaman's Majesty," she came to the front of King Chaman, holding her heart, slightly squatting, and bowed her head: "Welcome to Longyan City."
"Your arrival makes me very surprised."
With the action of the female grandfather, there were countless sighs in the hall.
King Chaman looked at Selma with a condescending look, watching her emblem on the emblem of the dragon gun in the cloud, and her eyes flashed a faint sensation.
"Yeah, I didn't think of it."
"But life is always full of surprises," he said with a deep scorn:
"The ruler of Longyan City."
The king turned his eyes and looked around.
In the next second, there is a glimpse of the hall - all the Exeters, whether they are noble vassals or soldiers servants, whether they are high-ranking counts or Ivan Viscounts of the far-away city, or sly, or not, but All of them got up from the seat.
One knee on the ground.
To the King of Exeter in the middle of the hall.
Tyres looked at it all silently, as if he had returned to the day when King Chaman was crowned six years ago.
Seeing the movements of the group members, Kambida and Crowey looked at each other and they nodded with satisfaction and followed them down.
But Cambida immediately frowned: not everyone fell.
"Dumb, stand a little later," Wyatt pulled Rolf back, whispering dissatisfiedly: "Only we stand, some are too high-profile..."
Rolf shrugged and pointed to a person in the field, frowning and making a gesture: [Not only us. 】
Waiting for the reaction of Wyatt, the unpleasant voice of Viscount Canbida sounded again:
"Count of Cotson."
"You are still standing, no salute?"
The audience’s eyes turned around: one of the six highest counts in Longyan City, the Earl of Fiorent, Solon Cotterson, stood in the same position, compared with the vassals who were kneeling down around him. It’s quite awkward.
"I still remember that when we were young, when we were stupid in Longyan City, you were scared and respected by Nunn."
Earl Cotson was cold and cold: "Now, you ran back to the Dragon City, the power of the city, Chaman?"
Chaman's eyebrows fretting, and he made a sound from his nose.
It seems that this is very interesting.
"Listen, Chaman, we are the vassals of the female grandfather of Longyan City," Kotson said with a sigh of relief from the king's gaze. "It’s just her vassal, only to her. salute."
Selma looked at Cotterson, who had not dealt with her before.
It seems as if I first met this mean-spirited count.
The people in the entire hall were silently watching the confrontation between Kutson and King Chaman.
But the king ignored him and just removed his eyes.
It seems to be indifferent.
"In this hall, only the prince of the stars does not have to salute the king, Count Earl Cotson." Campida is faint.
I saw this unforgettable light in the eyes of the countman of Munden City:
"Why, are you also a star person?"
As soon as this statement came out, Earl Cotson suddenly looked pale.
Many people frowned.
"Your Majesty, show your loyalty to the king." Campida is cold and authentic.
Earl Cotson took a deep breath, he looked at the king disdainfully, and looked at Kambida, who was about to refute.
But his shoulder was buckled.
Kirtson turned back in surprise: Count Linna buckled his shoulder and his face was ugly.
"Your Majesty, he is a king after all."
"The etiquette is second, but if you don't want to get a ‘Immunity’ reputation because of the violation of the co-administration vows the next day, you don’t want to be between the Dragon City and the King...

The voice of Earl Linna brought a warning: "Look, don't get into trouble."
Cotterson looked up unscrupulously, looking at the king, what he thought of, his face struggled.
King Chaman is still looking back at him with a sinking face.
A few seconds later, Kotson bit his teeth and finally closed his eyes.
One knee on the ground.
Kutson's hand holding his knee trembled as if it were a great humiliation.
There was a sneer in the hall that belonged to the king.
"If you don't want to kneel down," King Chaman is like a person who suddenly came from a portrait, and his expression is vivid:
"Then don't worry."
"The real Northlanders don't have the same look," he glanced at Cotterson contemptuously: "You said, Cotterson, my old knowledge?"
The Earl of Cotterson, who had already left, was ugly.
"Get up and return, everyone, especially you, little girl," King Chaman looked at Selma indifferently, letting the latter bite his teeth and looking around the circle:
"Don't let me ruin the atmosphere."
The vassals in the hall slowly got up, and there were many people who were punching.
Under the Grand Duke's seat, Count Nazaire whispered heavily: "When did he arrive at the Dragon City? You didn't know beforehand?"
Opposite him, Brisbane sighed.
"This time, is this important?"
Nazaire looked at the uninviting king and snorted: "I thought you would stop him, whether outside the city or outside the palace - instead of letting him go into no one, my regent. ""
"I think about it," Responsible Responsively responded: "Maybe you can add a tribute to the smashing of the Assassin's assassin."
But Brisbane’s eyes are tight:
"If it wasn't for the news that the king had drove to the Palace of the Spirit at the same time as he arrived, he had already spread the words of the entire Longyan City."
Nazaire's eyes condensed: "Broad through the city of Longyan?"
"Everyone knows that he is here with us," Brisbane nodded cautiously and dignifiedly: "After another morning, it is estimated that the entire Exeter will know."
Nazer frowned and took his eyes back from the king's head.
"So, we can't take the opportunity to start with him?"
Brisbane nodded.
"They are prepared, so there is no fear," the former prime minister’s expression is stiff:
"We can only fight in front."
Nazer snorted and turned his eyes to the special boy: "Look, we, the whole dragon city is the little prince..."
"You have a trick."
Brisbane did not speak.
But he, like his oldest colleague, locked his eyes on Tells.
And Tels just stood still in silence, motionless.
It seems that King Chaman is not in the distance.
On his side, Ian from the city of Qiyuan looked hesitantly at Tells, and looked at the King of Chaman, who suddenly came, shook his head subconsciously.
In the hall, Selma, who returned to her seat, took a deep breath and looked worriedly at the starless Taylor.
She said: "Can I ask you about the purpose of this, sire?"
"After all, this is the day of the Longyan City hearing... If you don't mind, we can do it later..."
But the king interrupted her.
"Of course," King Chaman did not have any drag. He strode forward and began to look at the six counts with different expressions, while straight into the subject:
"I am here to help."
The sound of the king’s majestic echoed in the hall.
The vassals frowned.

Help?
Selma repeated it puzzledly.
"Yeah," in the whisper of Kambida, King Chaman turned and sighed: "But before this..."
Following the eyes of the king, the vassals turned their eyes together.
Eventually it fell to the side of the Qiyuan City heir.
"Ah, the man who prayed to the city?" King Chaman spoke openly, looking at Ian's eyes as if he had been hiding for a long time:
"It's a surprise."
Ian was shocked and stiff, and his heart rose inexplicably.
He never thought that in the trip to Longyan City, it was so early, so fast, so embarrassing, facing the most terrible opponent he expected.
In the face of the king's oppressive eyes, Ian subconsciously:
"Your Majesty, first time meet, swearing..."
"I heard about you, Ronnie's son," the king waved his hand and did not let him say: "Come to the marriage of the Dragon Girl City Grand Duke?"
Ianton Shisai: He thought about the possible opening of the other side, chilling, attacking, condemning, tempting...
but……
Actually this?
"This is a bad idea," King Chaman snorted:
"Your identity is not worthy, it is almost the same for your father to propose himself. Isn't he the most like to do this kind of thing?"
Ian’s face was suddenly white.
Behind the king, Croce seemed to smile lightly.
The Viscount Kabila around her smiled.
After two seconds, the disillusive Ian adjusted himself.
He pretended to calmly respond with a constant tone: "It is not appropriate to say this. After all, I am also a Ronnie family. It is the heir to the city."
Ian deliberately bitterly said: "Before you inherit the position of the Grand Duke, you are also in the same position as me, isn't it?"
The vassals of Longyan City frowned.
Listening to the thorny words in Ian's words, King Chaman snorted, if nothing happened: "Yes, heir? Is it like me?"
"Then why didn't you kill your sister?"
At that moment, the audience was quiet.
This time, Ian was stunned.
Tyres looked at Ian and sighed.
Yeah, he knows this feeling.
Everyone who confronts Chaman Rumba will appreciate the pressure: the suffocating sensation of chilling eyes and cold heads.
and……
Rumba’s offense has never been moving...
The voice of the king re-emerged.
"If your sister is still not dead..." I saw that the king began to slowly pacing, while at the same time faintly:
"Then you are a heir to the fart."
That second, Tyres seemed to be able to hear a heavy hammer, and entered the heart of Ian with the words of King Chaman.
In contrast, there seems to be a cold ice that splits in Ian’s heart.
The lord of the Wind City has not spoken for a long time.
There was silence in the hall, and they all listened to the words of the king silently. Ian’s previous method really entailed many enemies in Longyan, so that no one wanted to help.
Do not.
Still there.
"Your Majesty," Selma said indignantly: "Maybe you should return to the topic."
King Chaman raised his brow: "Oh, of course..."
"For example, the city of Paiyuan, which ruled the western part of Exeter, did not pay tribute to a viscount who did not even have priority inheritance. He wanted to ask for a marriage to Longyan City?"
This made many people look up.
"Ian," said the screamer, Monty, whispering to reminding Ian of "God."
Under the reminder, Ian trembled fiercely, and he suddenly realized that King Chaman was coming to pray for the city.
He can't back down.
The young heir to the far-away city was barely smiling: "You may not know or care about the city, but according to the tradition of the northern people, I am the only one with inheritance..."
Upon hearing this, Tyres sighed and closed his eyes.
Chaman Rumba and Ian Ronnie are just as much as the Star Prince and the Comet.
Whether it is the competition of swordsmanship or the confrontation of words, both sides are fundamental...
Not a level.
The king snorted and cast a warning look at Selma, who had just interrupted him.
"Only inheritance rights?"
"how."
"Don't you hint at it," King Chaman was slow and plain, but his tone changed the face of every martial artist in Longyan City: "A woman like your sister, and me and your father." The Grand Duke’s co-recognized women’s Grand Duke, Selma Walton...

"Is there no inheritance right?"
Selma, sitting on the throne of the Grand Prix, accelerated his breath and stared at King Chaman.
Ian stopped again.
In the face of the king's eyes and words, he opened his mouth and his chin trembled constantly, but he couldn't say a word for a long time.
Ian, who has always shown people in an informal manner, is speechless at this moment.
Without a break, the king quickly spoke again, breaking the uncomfortable silence in the field.
"Hey, don't be serious, just make a joke."
"Even if your father came to propose..." King Chaman squinted coldly and stared at him Ian: "Fortunately, you are not stupid to that point - if you two are really in-laws, then I am not here to help."

"It's for the future of Exeter..."
The king looked around at the crowd in the hall, and there was a deep chill in his tone:
"To declare war."
The atmosphere in the hall was a condensation, and the vassals raised their warnings.
Ian, who usually licks his teeth, is now blocked like a tongue, and is blocked.
Ian reluctantly turned to Tyres.
Damn it.
Damn it!
He knows the situation of Qiyuan City well, and he has already prepared for it, and does not give me a chance to breathe...
Taylors.
You and your father... You were in the desperate city of Longyan six years ago.
How did you play against an opponent like Chaman Rumba...
Still not falling?
Brisbane and Nazer looked at each other with a tacit understanding, and saw the uneasiness and tension in the other's eyes.
"correct."
King Chaman looked up again and looked at the decor in the hall. He did not relax on Ian’s question: "I heard that Ronnie Duke recently walked close to some of my restless vassals.

The vassals in the hall have changed their faces.
"It's not very close," Ian took a deep breath and drove away the discomfort and gaffe caused by the pressure of the king. He tried to squeeze out a smile: "But it is under the covenant, we pay attention to every kingdom aristocrat, In particular, they guarantee their natural orthodoxy rights and are not infringed."
"Please forgive me."
Tyres gently closed his eyes.
It’s really not
going very close
.
But the city of Qiyuan is simply behind the scenes.
The king’s gaze focused on the scorpion gun behind the female servant’s body. It seemed to be distractingly recalling the past and snoring intently or unintentionally in response.
But Tells knows that King Chaman is by no means a god.
"Is it."
Chaman I seems to have just returned, faintly said: "Yes, almost forgot, your father, Curry Kun is such a generous and honest person."
Ian frowned.
King Chaman sighed: "So, when I heard that there was trouble in the city of Qiyuan, I left my own troubles and rushed to help."
The vassals of Longyan City raised their minds: the battle of the city of Qiyuan, which is related to the support of Longyan City.
It is more about the game between the big men and the king.
"Pray for the city, everything is well," Ian said with a heart-warming alert.
"You don't have to... you don't have to worry."
Ian stared at King Chaman.
Previously, Ian’s imagination of the Lungba Grand Duke and even the King of Chaman...
For his predictions, his established impressions have already been broken in the face and the few words he has seen today.
This king is really an extremely terrible opponent.
But Ian still underestimated the king who had been crowned for six years.

Really? Don’t worry?

King Chaman’s tone was slightly raised, and he turned to the man he had never paid attention to since his arrival.
"what do you say--"
It was also the person who was temporarily ignored because of the arrival of the king.
"Prince Taylor?"
The people in the hall were surprised!
what?
That means……
The eyes of Brisbane and Nazaire were locked in the prince's body, especially sharp.
Against the eyes of many people, Taylor took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
It’s up to him.
Now that we have reached this step...
His eyes swept past the ministers of Longyan City and eventually stayed at the highest point of Selma.
Selma stared at him incredulously, and seemed to be questioning him: [What happened? 】
Tyres smiled.
Remember my words, Selma.
no matter what happens……
Have to choose, the most suitable way for the female Dagong.
In the next second, Tyles turned around smoothly and decisively, facing the strange eyes of the full hall, facing the seemingly cloud-stricken King Chaman, gently said: "This question."

It seems that Qiyuan City has discovered the army of the Star Kingdom in the Great Desert,
said Tyles in the shortest and decent language, sharing the intelligence with the first King Chaman, who was the first to come:
This is the case.

When Teres finished speaking, he narrowed his lips.
"Thales!"
Ian of the far-away city opened his mouth in surprise, but he could only say half of it: "Tells, you, do you really follow him..."
In the face of Ian’s questioning, Teres’ expression was calm, if not heard.
Selma stared at Taylors, and the doubts in his eyes were deeper and deeper.
In the face of Selma's doubts, Thales was sinking and did not respond.
On the other side, the comedian Nie Lai looked at Tyre's eyes more and more haze.
Even brought hate.
In the face of the glare of the comet, Tyres' eyes closed and did not move.
Brisbane’s regent looked at Tyres in horror. He frowned and remembered the story of the prince.
The words of Tyres also rekindled the anger of the martyrdom of the Longyan City, and the tide of controversy followed and drowned him.
"Hey," Earl Cotterson of Longyan City gnawed his teeth: "You are a little mixed-"
But he was interrupted - Count Nazaire looked down at him and shook his head.
"His Royal Highness, is this your plan?"
The first time I came to the political meeting, Wye saw this kind of squad, and suddenly nervously said to the prince: "It seems... not so good."
Rolf scorned the attendant officer with a scorn.
Is this not good?
You didn't see it. Before the people of the Northland discussed how to divide the prince...
Faced with the gaze and discussion of these people, Tells just did not care, as if these were not related to him.
He just waited quietly for the response of King Chaman.
King Chaman frowned slightly and stagnated for a few seconds, seemingly digesting the news.
After a few seconds, he reopened his brows, and the thick voice sounded in the hall, blocking the condolences of the vassals.
"Look!"
The king turned around like a sly, facing the entire hero hall: "This is what I said, the trouble of praying for the city."
In the face of the pressure of the king, the hall suddenly calmed down.
King Chaman sighed and seemed to be sorry.
"If the stars really intervene, it is not so easy to pray for the city to resolve the free alliance."
He said: "It is a problem."
In the eyes of the hall, Chaman Wang curled up his mouth and revealed a rare smile.
"Prince Tyres," he said with a loud voice:
"You might as well... come to the Black Sand City as a guest."
The vassals and the ambassadors are all in one!
Tyres frowned.
Selma was the first person to react. She only heard her lose her voice: "Your Majesty, what do you say?"
Brisbane and Nazer have changed.
In the face of countless or shocked or confused eyes, King Chaman smiled coldly.
"I said, in order to pray for the interest of the city in the Freedom League," he yelled at Ian, who had not yet reacted, dismissively swearing: "I am embarrassed to meet Prince of Wales in the name of the king." By the way, talk to King Kaiser."
Ian stunned.
"Prince, go to the black sand collar?" he muttered.
But very quickly, Ian who figured out the joints was shocked!
"No," he stood up in a panic, his face pale:
"No! Prince Teres can't go to the black sand..."
"You're welcome, Lord Ian," Viscount Kambida smiled. "After all, as we said, we are here to help."
King Chaman reveals a strange expression, like a cat that has caught a mouse.
"Yes."
"Since Curry Kun Ronnie is so enthusiastic, far away, I don't forget to care for the vassals of our black sand collar," Chaman Lenba stared at the dying Ian, revealing the coldness of the monks in both eyes. In the tooth gap, word by word:
"Then we certainly have to pay back."
This point is updated, and no one is there.
There are a lot of words in this chapter...
And: The book has a silver league?
(Flying a handkerchief in a flower-like manner) Thanks to the local tycoon "grey night sky"! The guest officer often comes!
(End of this chapter)