"You mean, Fort Tulka was attacked by the undead, and Count Kuruman was killed in battle?"

Prince Klinsmann was sitting on his knees, and the powerful pressure on Britz was a little overwhelming.

"Yes, Your Highness. Britz knelt on the ground and wiped a handful of cold sweat that didn't exist, "Count Kuruman was killed by the undead, but unfortunately I can't save him, the enemy is too strong, I can only watch him be killed, I want to avenge him." ”

"Revenge?" Prince Klinsmann's mouth turned up, a little interested, "Tell me, your enemy is a powerful death knight, according to you, there may be a lich behind him, how do you want revenge?"

"I would like to inform Your Excellency that I will work hard to improve my strength and contribute to our attack on the Kingdom of Wallaine. Britz lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

He had long thought that Prince Klinsmann would ask him this, and he had already typed the draft.

"Strengthening? Prince Klinsmann stood up, scepter in his hand.

"Raise your head and tell me how you're going to improve?"

"I would like to tell Your Royal Highness, I want a bigger fiefdom and more opportunities to go to war!"

Britz raised his head, looked Klinsmann in the eye, and shouted.

The two looked at each other, and the entire prince's palace was silent, no one dared to make a move, and all the eyes in the hall were on Britz.

Thirty seconds, a full thirty seconds of silence, Klinsmann's eyes did not have any light, like a stagnant water, staring indifferently at Britz, his fighting spirit condensed in the air into a four-meter-long dark purple broadsword, hanging over Britz's head.

It only takes half a centimeter to press down to cut open Britz's skull.

"Bang!"

A dull sound came from Blitz's body, and his vindictive energy began to spread uncontrollably.

This is the symbol of the fourth-level warrior.

It turned out that after experiencing the siege of Fort Remloth, Britz had already accumulated enough combat exploits of fifty people, and there was only one opportunity left to break through to a fourth-level warrior.

And just now, Prince Klinsmann's fighting spirit was condensed into a knife and gave Britz the opportunity to observe, and he made a natural breakthrough and officially became a fourth-level warrior.

I don't know if it was because the junior fourth-level warrior was inexperienced or deliberate, Britz's fighting spirit filled the air against Prince Klinsmann's fighting spirit broadsword.

"Hahahaha! Interesting, interesting!"

Feeling the rebellious meaning coming from the knife, Prince Klinsmann laughed out loud and shouted funny.

"You, stand up!" Klinsmann commanded, pointing at Britz.

Blitz first glanced up, and after making sure that Prince Klinsmann was calling himself, he quickly stood up.

"Now it's just right, everything is settled. ”

Prince Klinsmann paced slowly towards Britz and stopped a meter in front of him.

"Would you like to be my vassal?"

As soon as these words were asked, Blitz's face suddenly flooded with ecstasy.

"Back to Your Highness, the minister is happy to serve you!"

Blitz then fell to one knee and bowed his head.

"From today onwards, the fief of Kuruman belongs to you, and from now on you will be the Earl of Britz, and you will be sealed in Kribor County and Laiwulun Town, and you will be directly loyal to me. ”

Klinsmann pulled the jet-black noble sword from his waist and placed it on Blitz's shoulder.

"The solemn and sacred goddess of ice and snow is above! I, Lord Klaus Britz of Lyvern, will be loyal to Prince Klinsmann Romanov, the guardian of the Southeast, and henceforth I will love what my king loves, and hate what my king hates, and according to the laws of the goddess of ice and snow, I will not do anything contrary to my king's loyalty and will in thought, action, word, or labor, and you will give me and my allegiance the land and people that I deserve, the goddess of ice and snow!"

Britz's oath was shouted loudly and forcefully, neither humble nor arrogant.

"The solemn and sacred goddess of ice and snow is above! I, lord of King's Landing, guardian of the southeast, executioner of the barbarians, plague of Docket, Prince Klinsmann Romanov of the Kingdom of Thebes, accept your allegiance, make you lord of Kribo, promote to earl, and be directly loyal to me, you will be kind to the lords of your land, loyal to your lords, and shall not deceive the market, shall not lose trust, shall not be unwarranted suspicion, shall not plot rebellion, shall be conscientious, and serve the lord diligently, and shall bear witness to the goddess of ice and snow!"

After taking the oath, Prince Klinsmann held a jet-black noble sword and tapped it on Blitz's shoulders a few times.

"From now on, you are my vassal, and from now on you will be the Earl of Britz, and your fief will be Cribor County. ”

"Yes, my lord. Blitz touched his chest with his right hand and knelt down in a bow, "But Your Highness, the Kurumman family ...... over there."

"You don't have to worry about the Kuruman family, Takus Kuruman failed in his attempt to conquer Remlos Castle, and now strips him of his fief and title, and grants it to his successor, Klaus Britz. ”

Prince Klinsmann shouted loudly, and his voice could be heard throughout the prince's palace.

So the minister withdrew. ”

Viscount Blitz, oh no, now His Excellency the Earl of Britz, who retired straight after saying goodbye to Prince Klinsmann.

"Stand down, too!"

Prince Klinsmann sheathed his sword, sat back on his throne, looked around, and spoke to the vassals and guards in the hall.

There was a sound of rustling all around, and in a short time everyone was gone, leaving Prince Klinsmann alone on his throne with his scepter.

"All gone, come out!"

Prince Klinsmann shouted, and the originally white wall next to the throne suddenly swelled, and a black-robed mage stood there with a magic staff.

"I told you he was lying, but why did you make him your vassal?"

The black-robed man took a few steps forward and looked at Prince Klinsmann and said.

"I did it on purpose. Klinsmann glanced up at him, "Maitman, you should know why I did that, right?"

"Of course I do!" Metterman took off his hood, revealing his youthful face, his orange hair fluttering down his shoulders.

"You want to cultivate a group of your own strength, defeat those conservatives, and put His Royal Highness the Third Prince, who supports reform, to the throne so that you can carry out your reform plan.

"I followed you precisely because of your reform ideas, but I don't want you to face the Kurummans so early, they are one of the old-school giants, and the stripping of the lord will inevitably turn against them. ”

"So Britz gave me a good reason, and the stripping of Thakus Kuruman of his title is a signal from me to give him Manturu Kurumman, and to put it bluntly, they dare to act against me as a prince?"

"Well, I can't help it. Metman rubbed his forehead, "But that Britz is also an ambitious person, I'm afraid it's not easy to control." ”

"Ambition pushes him forward, I like people like that, and I have a lot of them, so what if there is one more?"

Prince Klinsmann waved his hand and told Metterman to step down.

When he walked out of the prince's palace, Britz was in a good mood, but he didn't expect that he had successfully deceived Prince Klinsmann, and he also got the fief and title of Count Kurumman, and his ambition was never satisfied.

He mounted his horse, glanced back at the glittering Prince's Palace, and his face returned to normal.

"Someday, I'll get there!"