As the priest's trembling words fell, the atmosphere was once again a little depressed.

The silence of the thirteen knight lords standing in front of the round table made the knights in the hall a little nervous, and the sudden dead silence made the originally sacred ritual a little more weird.

Charlotte, who was standing at the front of the round table, suddenly had her hands tense and her breathing was a little short.

Even if these counts, under the pressure of their eyes and their own persecution, had to choose to agree at the time, but one night... What they have is time to rethink.

Even now, they still have a chance to turn back... But the consequence is Byrne's civil war, and the intervention of the Heavenly Dome Palace, and the final result may be that the Turin family will never be able to regain its former glory.

And the villain who hid behind the twelve counts, using everyone's fears and worries to thwart this last hope, still hasn't been able to find him......

And Loren, who was forced to stand on the cusp by himself, how much pressure is he under at the moment?

The countess hesitantly raised her eyes, but was shocked to find that the black-haired wizard's expression was unusually leisurely, as if the tense situation in front of her had nothing to do with him.

That's right, it's all over.

Loren was probably the only one in the hall who knew best what the "villain" was doing right now, and he wouldn't have stood here if he hadn't agreed in advance.

As for these counts ... They were just reluctant to be the first to stand up and swear allegiance to an outsider like themselves who didn't know them at all.

But Loren was not worried, it was them, not himself, who would lose face if he continued to lose face like this, and it was a joint decision of the Council of the Round Table to nominate himself as Duke of Byrne, and the hundreds of Byrne knights outside the gate also knew about it.

They don't have a choice.

Finally... With a smile on his lips in a pair of stunned eyes, the mild-mannered Ayton Grenwell was the first to step out and bow his head gently to Charlotte, who was surprised.

Then he fell on one knee before Loren Turin, and looked up at the dark eyes:

"The Grenville family of Stormcastle is loyal to you, Duke Loren Turin!"

In the next second, the Byrne knights, who were holding their breath, saw the lords from the south step out of their seats one by one and fall down on one knee in front of the black-haired wizard.

"The Lanmaros family of the City in the middle of the lake owe you allegiance, Duke of Loren Turin!"

"The Gareth family of the Rainbow Bridge is loyal to you, Duke of Loren Turin!"

"The Garryhes of the Twin Towers pledge their allegiance to you, Duke of Loren Turin!"

The shouts that shook the whole hall were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the counts at the round table stepped forward one after another.

"Bosival's ...... of the Peak"

"Salald of Banner Gun Fort" ......"

"Regrel of Hakuba Peak......"

"Elendil of the Broken Sword Tower......"

"Bowes of Castle of Faithful Souls......"

...... In a solemn atmosphere, the knight lords knelt down one by one, and finally even Count Angot of Mountain Rock Castle and Count Eckert of Fort Fury finally chose to swear allegiance to the black-haired wizard they had just met.

"The Turin family of the Red Blood Castle is loyal to you, Duke of Loren Turin!" Charlotte, who knelt down on one knee like a knight, held her head high, and there was no smile on her beautiful face.

She was snickering in her heart... Sighing secretly, Loren guessed.

Seeing that the ceremony went smoothly, the trembling cadet priest couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat again;

"In this way, under the witness of the Holy Cross, and under the joint recommendation of the Thirteen Knights of Byrne, that is, Loren Turin, who was crowned in the Red Blood Castle, as the Duke of Byrne!"

"May the blood of the Turin family be long, may the heroic spirits of the knights and kings of the past always bless the people of this land, and may the light of the Holy Cross always shine on this land of knights and wine——!"

After reading the oath, the midshipman bowed deeply to Loren respectfully, and finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly stepped aside.

At the same time, as the priest retreated, Count Angot, who had been kneeling on the ground, slowly got up, and his cold, sharp gaze shot straight at the black-haired wizard under the heraldic banner.

Looking at his expression, Loren couldn't help but sigh again in his heart.

It's time to come, it's still coming......

I saw the old man take a full glass of wine from the knight on the side, walked up to Loren without saying a word, and raised his eyebrows with a cold snort.

"Don't be nervous, boy. Count Angot snorted coldly and brought the wine glass to Loren's eyes: "Don't worry, since I have already agreed, I will never regret it." ”

"Angot of Mountain Rock Fort is not the cautious Bosival, and he specially made a golden basin to toss people!"

Glancing at the wine glass in front of him, Loren barely smiled.

Well, at least it does look like a pretty "ordinary" wine glass.

"I'm a happy person, and I don't like those who are empty. The old man shoved the wine glass into Loren's hand: "Drink it, and the grudge between the two of us will be written off." ”

"When you get to the battlefield, the people of your own Angt family are born and die, and they will die for you!"

Looking at the old man's informal, loyal elder-like expression, Loren no longer hesitated, and took a drink from his glass.

And then he regretted it......

That's not wine at all, that's lava plus sulfuric acid ... As soon as half a glass of wine entered his throat, the black-haired wizard's expression began to distort, and a line of fire flowed directly into his body along his throat, and the blood was uncontrollable as if it was boiling, and it was about to burn!

The red-faced Loren lowered his head, and saw that an extremely treacherous smile appeared on the face of a certain "loyal elder" just now.

"How's it going, boy?" Angette looked at him, grinning at the corners of his mouth almost to the back of his molars, "This is the specialty of our Mountain Rock Castle, Hummer, a good thing made from sour grapes and troll blood." ”

"It's so sour that it loses its teeth, it's bitter like sand, it's unpleasant to death! This wine is stronger than the red blood of your Turin family!"

Looking at the smug old man, Loren, whose whole face was twisted into a ball, couldn't even laugh, his forehead kept sweating, and he used his last bit of strength to raise the wine glass in his hand.

In the next second, Count Angot immediately turned around with a solemn expression:

"Long live the Duke of Loren, long live Byrne, God bless Turin——!"

A thunderous roar rang out, and hundreds of shouts erupted throughout the hall:

"Long live the Duke of Loren, long live Byrne, God bless Turin————!!!!"

The deafening sound came and went, and the mountains roared and the tsunami stretched outward from the hall, and then "rolled" back to the hall from outside the door like a wave.

At this moment, Loren Turin, who was standing under the heraldic banner, was expressionless, looking at the faces that were extremely excited, the whole world was completely cut off from him in the shouts, everything became so illusory, unreal, but within reach.

It's like a dream, like smoke and a mirror.

Until an abrupt note sounded, waking him up from his dream.

The shouting stopped abruptly, a strange horn sound came from the door, and the knights in the hall froze in place, subconsciously turning their eyes to the door.

"What's that sound?" Count Ramalos of the City in the middle of the lake turned around and looked at several equally confused counts, "Is there any other family lord who hasn't been there?"

Count Eckert, who was also confused, frowned, and suddenly his eyes widened: "Wait......!

"It's... A grand scene. ”

A crisp but majestic, somewhat immature voice sounded from outside the door:

"The last time there was a scene like this was when my father... In the legendary story of the Black Duke, which he will never get tired of telling......"

The thin boy, escorted by two knights, stepped into the hall of the Red Blood Castle Palace as if no one was there.

In the hall of hundreds of knights, not one spoke, and all eyes were fixed on the young man's figure.

Draped in a pitch-black cloak and with a long sword hanging from his waist, he stood at the round table with a majestic and solemn expression, and looked at the black-haired wizard who was several heads taller than him:

"Looks like I'm not here at the right time... Right?"

"On the contrary, you came at the right time. The dark eyes and the silver eyes as bright as the moon looked at each other, and Loren raised the corners of his mouth slightly:

"Welcome to Byrne... Lord of Ellemont, His Excellency Archduke Ully Wirtz!"