When the black-haired wizard stepped into the main entrance of the palace in the Red Blood Castle, the originally spacious hall was completely different from the original, and even became much more "crowded".

The most obvious is that the chairs in front of it have been removed, and under the chandelier in the dome, in the center of the hall is a huge round table, around which thirteen identical seats are encircled, facing each other.

Behind each seat, a knight's spear was erected high, and heraldic flags of different patterns were hung.

The black-haired wizard frowned slightly, and as soon as he entered the hall, he could see the black and gold lion flag facing the door—it was the coat of arms of the Turin family.

"The seats in the Council of the Round Table are an ancient system that has continued since the second generation of knights. Charles, who followed closely beside the black-haired wizard, smiled and explained:

"According to the rules, the family of Turin, as the descendants of the knight king, had the right to sit directly opposite the gate, and then all the knight lords in turn were backwards, and their status was determined according to their distance from the duke himself. ”

"To put it more simply, the closer you are to the duke, the more noble the seat is, and is generally reserved for the duke's cronies, deputies, elders, or owners of the castle, and the farther away from the duke, the more reserved for the younger and newer. ”

"So, the so-called round table ......" Loren glanced at him and smiled meaningfully, "It's not 'before the round table, everyone is equal', is it?"

"Of course, everyone is equal in power, but after all, there is also a question of age and experience. Of course, Charles could hear the meaning of his words, and frowned slightly:

"As the heart of the Council of the Round Table, the Duke can seek experience from the elders on the left and right, and this arrangement will also allow the new young lords to communicate with the Duke face-to-face without being blocked by others. ”

The black-haired wizard shrugged, not ready to argue with the Bloodkeep steward.

By the time the two of them entered the hall, Byrne's knights from all directions had already arrived—unlike the thirteen seats, the chairs arranged around the pillars of the hall were more casual, some distance from the round table.

According to the ancient system of the Council of the Round Table, except for the thirteen knight lords, the rest of the people only had the right to observe... To put it more simply, these people have the power to raise their hands or applaud.

Finding a seat next to the pillar, the black-haired wizard deliberately avoided the crowd around him, and did not have the heart to talk to the other knights, and Charles, who had arranged the seat, had already turned away and walked towards the door of the hall.

The Byrne knights, dressed in different shapes and some even heavily armed, gathered in groups of threes and twos, either excited or nervous, and chattered in low voices, and the hall was filled with dense noise and noise.

This even made the black-haired wizard a little nostalgic for the original Imperial Judgment - compared to the Round Table Council, which had not been held for two whole generations, the nobles of the Heavenly Dome Palace were obviously more "cultivated", and the hall packed with hundreds of people did not have the slightest noise.

That one by one or excited, excited, nervous, uneasy... With a variety of expressions, it is as if they have personally participated in the myths and legends that have been passed down by word of mouth since they were children.

But this is not a myth, much less a legend;

This is reality, bloody ... Cold reality.

"Lord of the Rock Castle, Count Guy Angot——!"

Charles's clear and loud voice resounded through the hall, and the noisy noise was suddenly shocked!

With the shouts of the housekeeper of the Red Blood Castle, a middle-aged man in his sixties strode into the hall.

He was dressed in a full knight's armor in brown and black, and his steps were sonorous and powerful, and his cloak was unknown because he had just arrived at the Red Blood Castle and had not had time to change his clothes, or if he did it on purpose.

The Count of Guy Angot stood at the round table, frowning and glancing at the heraldic flags behind the seats, and involuntarily switched places between the flags of the Angot and Grenville houses, and sat down in the first seat on the left hand of the Turin family.

"Lord of Stormcastle, Earl Ayton Grenwell——!"

Suddenly changed from first to second, and Ayton, who was crying and laughing, shook his head as he walked into the hall, and the gentle-faced Grenwell family lord sat down and did not forget to greet Earl Angit, and did not seem to be dissatisfied with the other party's behavior just now.

"Lord of White Horse Peak, Lord of Ambon Rigel——!Lord of the Tower of Glory, Lord of Count Ed Geraint——!"

The two knights walked into the hall side by side, their cloaks red and blue, and they didn't seem to be convinced by each other, and they walked the same pace, without squinting, all in the posture of being about to go to battle.

The dark-haired wizard sitting under the pillars raised an eyebrow as he looked at the visitors who had walked into the hall...... Or rather, Charlotte's opponents.

"Lord of the Rainbow Bridge, Count Orkney Gareth——!"

The black-haired wizard looked at the "knight" in a gray cloak with a book in his arms...... He had heard rumors from the Count of Gareth that his court was the only one of the thirteen lords of Byrne to have a wizard advisor, and was the most religiously tolerant.

"Lord of the Petronas, Earl William Carrychs——!"

The cries of the concussive hall continued, and this time the knight who walked into the hall had a scar on his face, a large sword resembling an executioner's back, and the family coat of arms was a burning Holy Cross.

This knight Loren had heard of it before, and in contrast to the one just now, the Garichhs family was known for their piety, and not only did the Twin Towers not only see no wizards, but even commerce was in a semi-regulated state... Because of this, little Yod complained to him a few times.

"Lord of the Castle of the Faithful Soul, Count Garnes Boss——!"

The Bowes family, who guarded the north gate of Byrne, had half of their face torn open by a scar and the family coat of arms of a red lion on a black background on their chest, which made people impress the knight in his thirties.

"Lord of the City in the Lake, Count Bell Lanmaros——!"

This is the difference between the knight and the Earl of Bowes, the serious gaze gives people a deep sense of oppression, and the most special thing is that he does not have a sword hanging from his waist, but a spear on his back and right hand, and even the family coat of arms is black and white, and the tip of the spear runs through the scorching sun.

"Lord of the Peak, Count Bolino Bocival——!"

The knight lord from the easternmost part of Byrne walked steadily, dressed in the style of a Boi hussar, and walked quickly to the seat painted with the coat of arms of the white horse, and sat down with the golden sword.

"Lord of the Castle of Fury, Count Tris Eckert——!"

The knight who strode into the hall with his head held high attracted everyone's attention, this Count of Fort Fury was not only the head of the Eckert family, but also the dean of Byrne's only knight academy.

It was also thanks to a certain butler's blessing that Loren had some impressions of the earl, because the captain of the Red Blood Castle Guard, Sir Euron Eckert, was still the earl's nephew in terms of seniority......

"Lord of the Banner Gun Castle, Count your Salald——! Lord of the Broken Sword Tower, Lord of the Broken Sword Tower, Count Cedric Elendil, ——!"

It was two more knight lords who walked into the hall at the same time, their resolute expressions were like the north wind of the Broken Boundary Mountain, and they walked to their respective seats at the same time in the eyes of everyone, and sat down without hesitation.

And the moment the two knight lords sat down, all eyes in the entire hall turned to the direction of the main entrance at the same time, either expectantly, or complicated, or dismissive.

The black-haired wizard raised an eyebrow, hugging his shoulders and tilting his head slightly.

"Lord of the Red Blood Castle ......"

This time, Charles's voice has improved significantly, and even the tail note is extraordinarily long:

"——!!!! of the Count of Charlotte Turin"

The cry echoed in the hall for a long time, and countless eyes converged on the same point, and Charlotte, with her sword eyebrows erected, walked into the hall unhurriedly.

His expression was majestic, his movements were graceful and decent, and the long sword hung from the side of his skirt, which made everyone look at it.

She is not only a maiden, but also a true knight lord.

Step by step, Charlotte walked to her seat without hurry, stopped in front of the gold lion flag on a black background, held the back of her chair, and looked around the audience:

"In the name of Byrne, in the name of Turin, in the name of the Red Blood Keep, thank you for being able to respond to my call and sit here with us. ”

"I, Charlotte Turin, Lord of the Red Blood Castle, Lord of Turin, descendant of the Knight King, solemnly declares that the Council of the Round Table ......

Officially start ——!!!!"