The sun has sunk in the west.

The knights of the Red Blood Castle stood by their swords and stood outside the palace hall, not allowing anyone to approach, and the red light of the setting sun stained the dusk palace blood-red.

Wine is like blood, dusk is like blood.

As the sun set little by little, the atmosphere inside the palace became more and more tense, and the knights who could have had the leisure to wait around, or visit the courtyard of the Red Blood Castle, began to gather involuntarily, and the crowd outside the gate began to turn more and more eyes in the same direction.

The captain of the Euron guard, who was guarding the door, also had to tighten his strings, for fear that some guy who suddenly had a hot head would want to break in.

It was getting late, and the closed door showed no sign of being opened.

Even standing on the stairs, the black-haired wizard could hear the faint conversation in the crowd behind him, and his nervous faces seemed to be full of worry, eager to know what was going on behind the door.

The western knights, led by Rock Castle, had apparently begun to lose their patience and were clamoring to rush into the hall to find out, while Crimson Castle and a group of northern knights tried to dissuade them as much as they could, but these Rock Guards were clearly more accustomed to talking with their swords.

The Knights of Lookout and the East were more worried about what was going on in the Council of the Round Table, as they were closer to Boi and more worried about whether or not to help, while the Knights of the South, who had never experienced anything like this, had begun to split, with their men on both sides of the dissuasion and encouragement.

The darker the sky became, the more tense the atmosphere outside the gate became, and the scene in front of him made the captain of the Euron guard want to transfer the defenders of the Red Blood Fortress to stabilize order several times, but he was worried that it would completely aggravate the situation in front of him, and he was in a dilemma.

The dark-haired wizard standing on the stairs still looked the same, staring intently at the closed door.

Compared to the commotion behind him, the situation behind the door is the key to everything.

"You know, even if everyone supported the Turin family, Charlotte wouldn't win. ”

Even if little Yode really wanted to comfort Loren, the moment he spoke, he still couldn't help but sarcastic: "She hasn't fought a single war, she hasn't been trained by any knight... What knight would trust her and willingly obey her commands?"

The black-haired wizard was unmoved.

"Even if they are really willing, then what? If you want to repel the attack of the centaurs, you can only rely on the sword to speak, this is not our Earl of Red Blood Castle!" Pulling the corners of his mouth, little Yod couldn't help but say:

"Not to mention, don't forget her biggest weakness... Charlotte Turin, she's a woman. ”

"So what?" Loren asked lightly, his pitch-black pupils glittering, "We have a countess, we have a female emperor, and... Why can't there be another archduchess?"

And a witch... But this can't be said.

Little Yod frowned: "I didn't say no, but the Round Table Council will definitely use this to attack her, and it will say as if they are thinking about him, this is the biggest capital they can use to blackmail Charlotte." ”

"Unless she wants to fall out with the whole Round Table Council, she has to make a compromise... Considering the current situation, the Count of the Red Blood Castle, who sabotaged this meeting, is afraid that he will become the target of public criticism, and the Turin family will be completely hopeless. ”

"How do you know so much about this?" Loren looked back, his expression a little surprised.

"Otherwise?"

To this stupid question, Little Yode's expression was indescribably sarcastic: "The youngest branch head of the Yode Chamber of Commerce, the heir of the next generation, and the executor of the Northern Plan... What Charlotte is going through now, do you think I haven't experienced before?"

Looking at the overly excited little Yod, the black-haired wizard just shrugged his shoulders and pretended he hadn't heard anything.

"If Charlotte does not choose to compromise and back down, the Council of the Round Table will have no choice but to choose another lord who can become a knightly commander as the new duke, or find a count who can take into account the interests of the Turin family. ”

"Angot of Rock Castle, Eckert of Castle Fury, Grenwell of Stormcastle... It's all possible. ”

Calming down, little Yod sighed: "But if Charlotte is willing to compromise for the sake of the big picture, she must have a husband... In order to balance the appeal of this generation of the Turin family among the knights. ”

"As for the proportions, whether to control everything or become a puppet of her husband, in the end, even the Red Blood Castle had to give up, and the Turin family became a vassal of her husband... It depends on her wrists. ”

Think about the bigger picture...... It seems reasonable, but Loren at the moment sounds extremely ironic.

For the sake of the big picture, you have to let her pack herself up and sell it, right?

Is it true that all the oppressed in this world, those who suffer injustice, and those who sacrifice themselves will finally receive such a consolation prize as "thinking about the overall situation"?

"Boom ————!"

Just when the mood in the palace was getting higher and more tense, the closed door was suddenly opened.

At the foot of the stairs, the knights of the two sides who were facing each other involuntarily turned their heads, and the palace guards outside the door spread out to both sides, bowing respectfully.

Thirteen knight lords, with different expressions, streamed out from the center of the gate, with Charlotte Turin standing tall at the front of all the counts, followed by the knight lords led by Castle Mountain Rock and Castle of Fury, lined up like two wings around her.

The restless sound above the palace stopped abruptly, and in the dead silence, everyone's eyes widened, holding their breath, and they waited nervously.

The thirteen knight lords continued on, the crowd on the stairs parting from the center like a tidal wave, making way for them.

Steady and light steps lapped on the stone slabs of the pristine white staircase, and a crisp echo resounded in the silence of the palace.

The crowd gradually separated, and the black-haired wizard who had been crowded in the crowd became alone again, and little Yod, who was originally behind him, also hid aside very interestingly at the moment.

The counts finally stopped, and only the Count of the Red Blood Castle stepped forward alone, standing in front of the black-haired wizard with a smug smile behind his back.

The two people stood in the overlapping crowd, staring at each other intently, as if they were observing each other's every move, and their sharp eyes were eager to pierce each other directly.

A full minute later, the black-haired wizard who was the first to "surrender" showed a very false smile: "Succeeded?"

"Otherwise?" snorted, Charlotte curled the corners of her mouth and deliberately dragged out a long tone: "Or... Do you think I'm going to fail?"

"No, that's not what I'm talking about......"

What I want to ask is... How much did it cost you to get this victory?

Looking at the knight lords standing behind her with different expressions, Loren didn't believe that these people would let Charlotte win at no cost.

Look at them... Which one is Charlotte's "new" husband?

Gritting his teeth, the corners of the black-haired wizard's mouth twitched.

Now is not the time to ask this, she has just won a tough victory, what she should do is to encourage her and praise her, instead... It's okay to find something to do at such a time, which makes the atmosphere even more awkward.

"So, I should be congratulating you now?" Barely squeezing out a smile, Loren tried to make his expression look natural: "Uh... Or should I bow down, get down on one knee and kiss the back of your hand – you know, I don't know much about the process. ”

Looking at the dark-haired wizard who was a little flustered, the smile on Charlotte's face became more and more smiling.

"No, you're saying the opposite. ”

Say the other way around?

"Sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean... Or is Byrne's customs different from other places?" Loren's tone was stiff, the smile on his face became more and more awkward, and he felt that the atmosphere around him was becoming more and more awkward.

"No, it's the order reversed. Charlotte stared into those dark eyes, and Loren's panic seemed to be directly linked to her level of joy: "It should be me who bows to you, kneels down on one knee, and kisses the back of your hand." ”

"Loren Turin... My Lord Duke!"

At this moment, Loren really froze.