"You... Say what?!"

Deathly silent, the bustling hall instantly turned into a quiet and peaceful tomb.

The blue veins on Count Guy Angot's forehead were exposed, and his trembling cheeks were red, as if he was desperately trying to contain some kind of force that was about to collapse.

Ayton Grenwell's eyes widened as well, as if he didn't believe the words he had just heard, and "unbelievable" seemed to be engraved on his face.

The knights of the entire hall stared at the black-haired wizard who confronted Count Angot, with a dizzying mixture of complications or surprise.

The knight lords at the round table also had different expressions, the southern lords looked at each other, not knowing what to do, and the people of the White Horse Peak and the Glorious Tower clenched their swords and prepared to pounce on them to relieve the siege;

The guards of the mountains and rocks in the west were all red-faced, eager to chop this disrespectful little cub with an axe, but the eastern knights led by Qiao Wangfeng were holding back their smiles one by one, and they were all ready to watch a good show.

Only Charlotte sat in her seat, her hands clutching at the hem of her skirt, her teeth gritted and her frowning brow staring anxiously at the still-"unrepentant" bastard.

No, don't do that......

Loren Torino, I don't care what you want to do, only this once......

Just this time, don't mess around, okay?

Bow your head and admit your mistake to Grandpa Angett, Grandpa Angette is actually very good, he won't do anything to you with me......

"I say, why?" the black-haired wizard slowly put his hands behind his back, his calm gaze without a hint of panic:

"If you want me to leave, you can just give it a try. ”

Inside the hall, you can hear a pin drop.

Loren frowned slightly, and he suddenly recalled the scene of the imperial trial—the same hundreds of nobles, the same ambitious people, and the same "righteous", hostile and respectable elders.

Why are they all hostile to themselves and speak ill of each other?

Just because he is a wizard, just because he is the viscount of the empire, and he is an advisor to the royal family?

No, it's not because of how bad they are, it's that they need a "bad enough person" to be their target, a target that can unite everyone else.

These people... Aside from traditions, personalities, beliefs, histories, and customs, how different can they be from the three hundred hypocritical nobles of the Heavenly Dome Palace, and the six cabinet ministers with their own evil intentions?

The black-haired wizard didn't move.

But Count Angot has already moved!

Arriving from the Mountain Rock Fort last night, the dusty old man stepped forward, and the two knight lords, Rigrel and Geraint, one red and one blue, drew their swords almost simultaneously to stop them.

"Bell ——!"

The old man with a steady pace did not even draw his sword, but only swung the two of them away with the bracers of his armor;

"Step down ——!"

The two counts, whose faces were bloodless, raised their heads in disbelief as the old man walked past them, and knelt on the ground with his right hand, which was in pain;

In the next second, the old man with the sword in his right hand was already standing in front of Loren.

"For the sake of summer... For the sake of the Count of Turin, and because you are a Turin, I will give you one last chance. Count Angette gritted his teeth and pointed his right hand at the gate:

"Get out of here now, I'm not to blame for what happened just now!"

Charlotte in the seat bit her lower lip, her eyes wide with anger, as if she wanted to tear the black-haired wizard in two.

Please, Loren;

Keep your head down and don't do anything stupid......

"Lord Guy Angit... For the sake of your elders, if I have done anything offensive just now, please accept my apology. ”

Looking at Count Angot, who was gritting his teeth in front of him, Loren's face sank like water:

"But if you want me to walk out that door, do it yourself. ”

"Bell ——!"

The blade of steel came out of its sheath and slammed into the black-haired wizard's right shoulder, the blade pressed against his neck, the chill pressing.

Looking at the black-haired wizard who was motionless from beginning to end, the old man's gray eyebrows loosened, revealing an expression of unbearable endurance:

"Boy, are you really not afraid of death?!"

"I have returned from the northern edge of the Valley of Blood, and have slain ogres in Lothair. Loren raised his eyebrows and spoke contemptuously:

"An iron weapon can't scare me. ”

The old man's expression changed suddenly, and his eyes were obviously different from just now.

"Count Angit, please don't be impulsive!"

At the moment when the situation was about to get out of control, Ayton Grenwell finally stood up, and an anxious voice suddenly sounded in the hall:

"Everyone, please stay calm, now is not the time for infighting!"

As he spoke, Eckert of Fort Fury and Bose of Fort Loyal Souls had already risen at the same time and stopped the Western Lords led by Angot.

"Calm down?"

The abrupt voice came again, and Ayton, who had just been calming the others, turned his head in shock and stared at the man who had interrupted him.

"Seriously, is there really such a thing as 'calm' in this hall?"

Damn it, Loren Turin, what the hell are you trying to do?!

But Loren just looked at the old man who was glaring at him angrily, and was not interested in taking care of the Count of Stormcastle: "Really, I never doubted Byrne's loyalty to the Turin family, and I also believe that you are sincere and not have evil intentions, otherwise I would not be able to stand here alive." ”

"Now that you know, it's time to ......"

"But!" the black-haired wizard interrupted Count Angette again, and said coldly, "I don't see you really putting yourself where you should be. ”

"Otherwise... Where were the knights of Byrne when the Black Duke was deposed?"

"When the Empire sent a governor to rule over all of Byrne, where were the knights of Byrne?"

"Where are the knights of Byrne when Gaspar Vane is tyrannical and domineering, and is even preparing to overthrow the Turin family?!"

"Where were you when the Blood Order stormed the Cathedral that night?!"

At this moment, the black-haired wizard turned his head suddenly, his dark pupils swept over the faces of every knight in the hall, and said in a deep voice, "Don't tell me you don't know... Because anyone with a normal brain, ears and eyes can see what Gaspar Vane is trying to do!"

"At that time, you watched coldly, and now that Gaspar has fallen, and you have all come forward one by one, what have you done?" asked the black-haired wizard coldly.

"What have you done other than shouting in this hall and agitating and inciting rebellion against the Empire?"

"If you really can't bear the Empire so much, why didn't you rebel in the year when the Black Duke was deposed?

"Your support for the Turin family has become a bargaining chip for the Turin family - I can tell you right now that once Turin rebels, you will no longer be greeted by a grand imperial mission, but an army of 100,000 people!"

There was an uproar——!

The hall was full of commotion, and the knights were full of excitement, as if they were about to go to battle, and the eyes that looked at the black-haired wizard were even more eager to kill him now and sacrifice the flag.

"Byrne is fearless!" Count Angot's gaze was sharper than his sword:

"If you want to fight, then fight!"

"But this war was provoked not by others but by you, and it was you who persecuted the Celestial Dome and brought the House of Turin and the whole of Byrne into such an unprepared war. ”

The black-haired wizard still kept his face unchanged: "It is still the Count of Charlotte Turin who does everything possible to fight for Byrne's dignity and independence without causing human life to be ruined, wantonly destroying the peace that is already on the verge of danger." ”

"Tell me, Count Angit, do you call the blackmailing lord loyalty?!"

"Tell me, Byrne, do you call a paid exchange 'loyalty'?!" the black-haired wizard shouted and asked:

"Is it only Charlotte Turin who has promised you to go to war with the Empire that you are willing to sacrifice your sword to her?!"

The angry Loren was red-faced, and the sound of explosions echoed in the hall unscrupulously.

"Answer me, Byrne... Do you dare, dare to answer?!"

Loren turned his head suddenly, his eyes fixed on the old man's face, as if he had forgotten that he still had a sword around his neck:

"Count Guy Angit, do you dare?!"