Three days later, the black-haired wizard who was gradually recovering finally broke free from the shackles of the "crutches" and wandered around the palace of the Red Blood Castle in the company of Luceen.

The quarrel in the palace hall continued, and the Byrne knights and nobles who came from all over the world were blushing to Charlotte to vent their anger at the Empire, and every knight who stood up to rebel against the Empire was greeted with thunderous cheers and applause, as if this was the only way to prove that they were worthy of the descendants of the ancient knights.

After that night's conversation, the countess, who had been at a loss in front of the nobles, began to gradually become more and more comfortable;

How to deal with this group of people, how to coerce and lure, know how to take advantage, and face up to head attack or coercion, are all "games" that she has been learning and even mastering since she was a child, and there is no need to let a third-rate layman like a black-haired wizard teach her what to do sentence by sentence.

The only thing she needed was someone to wake her up and make her really look at the level of "Duke of Byrne" rather than "Earl of Bloodcastle", and tell her that what she had to do was to deal with vassals rather than allies of equal status, and that's it.

And Loren himself... Not to mention whether he is qualified to participate in this meeting, in the current situation, a wizard advisor of a member of the royal family dares to break in, which can only add unnecessary trouble to Charlotte, and even an excuse to be attacked by the enemy.

Not to mention, Loren didn't want to get too involved in it—the hall was Charlotte's "amusement park," and she was playing alone with the Byrne nobles, and all she could do was prepare for her triumphant smile when she returned.

As for the Wizarding Association, it is also on the right track, especially after the incident of the Blood Order, the wizards of the Red Blood Castle in order to avoid being held accountable by the church... This kind of situation of being "carried by the black pot" is not new to wizards for a long time... Almost all of them took the initiative to join the Wizards Association, which greatly strengthened the power of the Association itself, and also attracted many wizards from other places to join.

At the same time, because of his own coma, the affairs of the association were handled by the little wizard for a whole month, and Ain had already "complained" about this matter more than once, and little Yod directly laughed at himself, saying that the little wizard was more like the real president of the association than himself.

In a sense, there doesn't seem to be anything bad about the current situation, and Ain seems to be quite concerned about this kind of thing, and the association is indeed functioning normally... Well, maybe they were right.

Speaking of the Blood Order incident, Loren was really shocked by the character of the Byrne, or the Red Blood Castle.

In the beginning, Loren actually disapproved of Charlotte's treatment of the purge of the rebel nobles, and he was impressed by what happened in Deepwoodburg... It was simply impossible to contain the rebellion unless the nobles were completely deprived of their privileges.

But the Byrnes are different... The "well-documented" rebellion of the nobility was regarded by all as a great treachery, and no commoner or nobleman came forward to intercede on their behalf, as if they would tarnish their honor if they were involved.

Lothair and Byrne are also two extremes.

The long history, the fire-like enthusiasm, and some extreme sense of honor have shaped the entire character of the Byrne.

Walking through the promenade outside the hall, the huge portraits on the walls seem to illustrate this point, and the Byrnetes, who value glory and history, seem to be eager to let all their guests read their entire family tree as soon as they enter the door.

Of course, this kind of "historical pride" is extremely strong, and Loren, as a "time-traveler", is not completely incomprehensible......

"Lord Loren, are you okay?" the gray-eyed young man behind him poked his head abruptly, his expression seemed a little worried.

"What's wrong?"

"Charles told me yesterday that the people in the carriage that day were ......," Lusen said with a little apology on his face: "I'm sorry, I should have noticed when I saw those knights dressed up at the time, otherwise I wouldn't have let him ...... so easily"

The gray-eyed boy who stopped abruptly was stunned, and glanced at Loren's hand on his shoulder in surprise.

"You don't need to apologize to me, because you didn't do anything wrong in this matter. Loren slowly let go, his eyes pointed: "No one could have imagined that he really had the guts." ”

Lusen, who had a puzzled expression, was slightly stunned, and the next second realized what Loren meant-don't mention the name of Yuli Wirtz here.

The Grand Duke of Elems' private visit to the Red Blood Castle is top secret, and once the Byrne nobles know what agreement they have reached with the Heavenly Dome Palace in private, the consequences will be unimaginable!

"I see...... Lusan let out a breath and bowed slightly, "Don't worry, there won't be a second person who knows." ”

"Uh... Excuse me, can you tell me what's going on?"

Just as the two were talking privately, a slightly timid, but still very kind and gentle voice came from the corner in front of them.

"It's nothing, it's just a trivial thing. Quietly holding down the alert gray-eyed boy, Loren stopped and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

He looked to be less than thirty years old, his hair was slightly curly, his soft complexion was a little gentle, and especially his beautiful eyes made it easy to make people feel good about him at first sight.

Long-sleeved robes, simple and delicate shoulder armor, and heraldic coats of arms on the chest...... From head to toe, the other party's appearance is simply the most standard template for a Byrne nobleman.

The moment he saw the other party, the black-haired wizard frowned slightly.

It stands to reason that all the Byrne nobles and knights should be in the hall right now, discussing with Charlotte how to prepare for the upcoming empire... If the person in front of him was really a Byrne nobleman, then how could he be here?

"Excuse me, are you ......"

"Ahh I'm so sorry, I'm very sorry. An apologetic smile immediately appeared on the young nobleman's face, as if sensing what Loren was thinking, and stepped forward decisively:

"You guessed that, right... That's right, I was kicked out. ”

Driven out?

As soon as the words fell, the black-haired wizard and Lusen, who were slightly sideways, looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion.

"Yes, get out... The Venerable Countess of Crimson Castle had grown tired of me and had kicked me out of the halls—or I would have been blacklisted by her and one of the most unwelcome guests of Crimson Castle. ”

"Too many interjections, self-righteous talk, disturbed the Countess's verbal rivalry with the knights, and her gaze was almost ready to stab me with a sword. ”

The young nobleman spread his hands helplessly, his expression was as if he was saying something new that had nothing to do with him, and there was no trace of shame on his face: "In order to prevent the Count from saying vulgar things that do not match her beauty, I think it is more decent to take the initiative myself." ”

"If it were you in such an embarrassing situation, you would definitely do it, wouldn't you—Lord Loren Turin, the Imperial Viscount, and the spellcaster?" the young nobleman looked at the black-haired wizard's face with a smirk.

Loren narrowed his eyes slightly: "You know me?"

"I think there is no one who doesn't know you, who saved the heroes of the Red Blood Castle, saved the last bit of face of the Turin family, and avenged the revenge of Bishop Byrne, whose name has long since spread throughout Byrne. The young nobleman interrupted him with a smile, but his gentle expression could hardly make people think of "anger", and took the initiative to stretch out his right hand:

"I've even heard rumors that you were able to defeat the heresy and crush the tyranny of Gaspar Vane because of the blessing of the Valkyrie Brunhilde. ”

cough cough cough... Forget it.

"It's just a rumor, it's really overrated. Holding back his extremely complicated mood, Loren smiled and held his palm: "May I ask who you are ......?"

"Count Stormcastle, or as we Byrne old-fashioned... He is one of the Thirteen Knight Lords. "The young nobleman reported his home:

"Ayton Grenwell, it's an honor to meet you. ”