In Fort Creighton, two hundred miles away from where the mission was attacked, dozens of people were sitting quietly in the castle conference room waiting for news.

The conference room was extremely empty, with only two rows of chairs left except for a table, and the simple structure set off the atmosphere of the room very oppressively.

Among the dozens of people sitting around the conference table, the youngest was in his early thirties, and the oldest looked to be seventy or eighty years old.

They all have a common characteristic, that is, they are strong, wear armor and wield swords, and they look very much like battle-hardened generals.

There were only a few silver candlesticks on the conference table, and five thick white wax sticks were lit on each candlestick, and the light illuminated the entire conference room as if it were day, but it could not dispel the gloom in everyone's hearts.

After a stalemate of more than ten minutes, the oppressive atmosphere finally broke the knock on the door, and the old man sitting at the head of the conference table spoke: "Come in." ”

After the words fell, the door of the conference room was opened, and an old servant in simple clothes walked in and took the initiative to report: "Master, the plan has failed, and Marquis Bowen doesn't know when he broke through to the legendary realm. ”

The conference room suddenly exploded, and only a few older old men who had experienced the wind and waves had unchanged faces, and they all looked at the old man sitting at the head of the conference table, obviously looking at each other's horses.

The old man sighed softly and said indifferently: "Failure is failure, it's not a big deal, I didn't expect to kill that old thing Bowen, I just wanted to show my attitude to His Majesty the King." ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand and motioned for the servant to stand down.

There was still a lot of discussion among the people around, and the content generally revolved around His Majesty the King and the envoys, and there were many great rebellious remarks, but no one spoke to stop them.

The old man sitting at the head of the conference table supported his head with his hands, revealing only half of his face, as if he was thinking about a problem, and as if he was quietly listening to the discussion of others.

This is Sidney Creighton, the master of Fort Creighton, the current head of the Creighton family, the governor of Kale County, the important minister of Arthur's kingdom, and the epic warrior.

He was a contemporary of King Arthur, and was now one hundred and thirty years old, but he did not look old, except that his hair was mixed with a little silver-gray, and his face was lightly marked by the years.

The maximum lifespan of an epic martial artist is as high as two hundred years, which means that this marquis has a few decades to live.

The surrounding chatter did not arouse the interest of the important minister at all, and he looked at the emaciated old man sitting on his right, and showed an interested expression: "Can you talk about cooperation now, Your Excellency Quentin Cronin." ”

Hearing this, the conference room fell silent again, and everyone's eyes converged on this emaciated old man.

No one would have thought that the thin old man in front of him would be the famous Marquis of Sabre, Quentin Cronin, and it might be more acceptable to say that he was an old farmer selling vegetables.

Quentin Cronin squinted slightly, leaned back in his chair as if he was sleeping, and tapped his head twice as if he was dozing off when he heard the other party's words.

All of a sudden, the conference room was boiling.

The second burly old man sitting on the left-hand side immediately spoke: "Our Creighton family cannot lie dormant any longer, that young King His Majesty is so mediocre and arrogant that he does not take us seriously at all. ”

The old man's gray-haired and imbued with a majesty that could not be despised was echoed in the conference room, resonating with many.

The middle-aged man sitting across from him nodded: "That's right, it's a joke that this mediocre king is going to make some kind of fire to the Ten Thousand Beast Forest recently." ”

The rest of the people chimed in: "The Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts is the foundation of our Creighton family's survival, accounting for sixty percent of the family's income, I think he did this with the intention of destroying our family's foundation. ”

The old man sitting at the end of the seat slapped the table a few times with indignation, and the beard on his chin trembled: "It can be seen from the group of barbarians in the south that he supported in order to contain our Creighton family. ”

In this moment of excitement, many insignificant, or even irrelevant, things are enough to be a tool to criticize the king.

Thousands of miles away, Renard would never have imagined that he would become the focus of discussion at the Creighton family meeting.

"That's right, what does that barbarian Renard have to do, why did he become a governor. ”

"He's just a leg with Sylvia's slut, otherwise he doesn't know where he is cat. ”

"Great-grandfather Sam Duncan was also a wreck, just because he was closer to His Majesty Rochelle, and he actually made him a duke, which pressed on the heads of our Creighton family. ”

The more people around him talked, the more excited they became, and they had a faint idea of getting rid of Renard.

However, they can only talk about it, and the only one who can really call the shots is the head of the family, Marquis Sidney Creighton.

All eyes converged on the silent Marquis Sidney, feeling the gazes of the people around him, the Marquis raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and chuckled: "What are you excited about, wait a minute, there will be something after all." ”

His words were not confirmed, and the middle-aged man sitting first on the left hand spoke: "Then when will it be when, like my grandfather, will be posthumously crowned with an empty title after death, so that the back of the family will not even have a piece of land to live on." ”

As he spoke, he took out two medals from his pocket and gently placed them on the table, seemingly without force, but the two medals were deeply embedded in the table.

The middle-aged man looked sarcastic: "If it weren't for my grandfather who led 3,000 old and weak soldiers to resist the 50,000 iron horsemen of the Helsinki Kingdom desperately, where would there be the prosperity of the Arthurian Kingdom today?"

He stroked the two medals, his eyes full of resentment: "As a result, King Lionheart only gave my grandfather two broken medals, and made him an empty earl, but he didn't even have a territory. ”

With a slight force on his fingers, he forcibly pulled the medal out of the table, the medal was originally made of gold, with low hardness, and it had been completely deformed after being pulled out.

When everyone heard this, they were even more excited, and they cursed the Hope family for being mean and unkind.

However, many insiders are secretly despising and despising the hypocrisy of middle-aged people.

The middle-aged man came from the Flower family, which is not very famous now, but it was very famous before the founding of the country, and it was also extremely notorious.

Jordan Flor, the founder of the Flore family, was a bandit who fought for the throne when His Majesty Rochelle fought with the major powers for the world.

said that it sounded good, but in fact, he didn't see the target when he was robbed, and as a result, His Majesty Rochelle led someone to serve the pot.

Seeing that the general situation had turned, His Excellency Jordan directly knelt on the ground and surrendered.

Then this bandit followed His Majesty Rochel to conquer the world, and every battle must shrink to the end, dozens of battles were fought, and his comrades were almost dead.

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