The appearance of the four did not attract the attention of these people, on the contrary, these people gathered around the square table, their attention was focused on the Devil's Nest and the fall of Ryan VIII, and just a few minutes after entering, Birmingham heard no less than ten sentences from these mouths about the question of succession to the throne and how to solve the Devil's Nest. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Enough, don't make any noise. It seemed that some people were tired of this endless quarrel, and a loud bang sounded from the corner of the square table, and a tall figure wrapped in stainless steel armor stood up, leaving a clear handprint on the table top.

"General, what do you mean by that?" Several richly dressed nobles were a little dissatisfied with the big man's sudden voice.

"What do you mean?" the general in the mouth of the nobles widened his eyes and pointed out excitedly, "Go and see for yourselves, see, what has become outside, the magic nest, the magic nest is right under your noses, you are still in the mood to chatter here, Lao Tzu is no longer waiting." The general slapped the square table under his hand a few times angrily, and the solid square table made a crisp sound under the patting of the big man, and the general who said this didn't care about the faces of these nobles at all, and walked out directly past the people around the square table, and walked out without looking back.

Seeing the general's departure, the sword and axe men standing on both sides of the conference hall also followed closely behind the general, and in a short period of time, the originally lively conference hall was a little silent, leaving only the nobles looking at each other.

"Ahem, well, since the general has no objection to our meeting, then let's stop here. The dullness in the air was finally interrupted by a fat aristocrat, and the stiff-faced aristocrats heard the fat aristocrat's words, forced out a little smile, and then began to talk and laugh again, as if the embarrassment just now had never happened, and at this time, the fat aristocrat who played a round field finally noticed the figure of Birmingham, and a smile suddenly appeared on the face full of fat.

"Good son-in-law, you are finally here, and I know that you will not abandon our Violet Family. As soon as the fat nobleman's words came out, Birmingham immediately felt that the eyes of those nobles fell on him, looking at him as if he was looking at some precious animal, but when he saw the countess in front of him, those looking eyes also narrowed a little.

When Birmingham paid attention to these nobles, the fat nobleman was already standing in front of him, looking at the fat nobleman with a kind face in front of him, Birmingham said weakly: "There is a lot of trouble with the Duke of Lao." “

Yes, the chubby aristocrat in front of him is the rumored Grand Duke of Violet, Frona's father, Birmingham couldn't believe his eyes when he first saw this Violet Grand Duke, because when he saw General Yusuf in the Rose Manor, he naturally made up the image of the Grand Duke of Violet perfectly, but what he didn't expect was that this big man who stirred up the political situation in the imperial capital turned out to be similar to a small businessman in the market, it seems that Frona's mother is definitely a peerless beauty.

Birmingham, who was in the small theater, didn't notice that his old man's eyes were becoming more and more kind when he looked at him, and his mouth still didn't make a sound of admiration, until the countess coughed impatiently, and then woke up the two of them who were immersed in the small theater and looked stupid.

"You are here to discuss the question of the heir, no wonder General Van Gaulle will leave the table?" teased the countess, and Birmingham also learned from the countess that the general who had just left the table in anger was General Van Gaulle, the most powerful successor to the fir domain in the Betley Empire, and this was a living legend.

Hearing the countess's ridicule, Grand Duke Violet rubbed his hands a little embarrassed, "You also know that the situation of the empire is a bit embarrassing now, Lord Sword Saint has not recovered until now because of the explosive blow of that rebel, and the white sage brought by His Majesty Lane is not something we can command, and now it is still our own court magicians who cast magic on the clouds to slow down the spread of the hive, but this is not a long-term solution, we need a leader to lead us." ”

"Oh, speaking of which, I am not interested in the throne left by His Majesty Lane. "I don't know that those people in the countess's mouth are interested in the throne, but as soon as Countess Anduran's words came out, the face of the Grand Duke of Violet became ugly, he naturally knew that the queen's cousin, Betley Scarlet Martial God, was suspicious of their delay in coming to the rescue, after all, everything that happened in Shengang was not short, not long, but it was definitely enough for these nobles to launch their own personal soldiers, or notify the military department to take action, but until the death of Ryan VIII and the sword saint Simmel was hit hard, these people came, and a charge of dereliction of duty can definitely be applied to the heads of all the nobles present。

"I don't like to hear what Count Andduran said, what is it to be interested in the throne, the Kingdom of Betley was originally established by several of our nobles, but it was later stolen by the Ryan family, and now Ryan VIII has fallen willingly and become a tool for the demon to come to the mortal world, which can really be said to be the punishment given to him by the goddess. A short nobleman gathered around the square table was a little dissatisfied with the countess's sarcasm.

"Zeigo, don't think that now that His Majesty Ryan is dead, you can ascend to the throne of Betley's ruler, I tell you, the emperor of this empire has never been Ryan, not your Zeigo family. The countess spoke coldly, and the warning full of gunpowder made the people of the Zeigo family blush, and the atmosphere that the Grand Duke Violet had managed to revive was once again at an impasse.

"Since the Countess said so, there is no need to stay here any longer, let's see if the Ryan family you admire will be nailed to the pillar of shame when the Devil's Nest devours the whole of Yasar. The short nobleman waved his sleeves angrily, glanced at the countess fiercely, and left the conference hall with dozens of small nobles, the departure of the Zeigo family also made many nobles present retire, and in less than a while, the lively scene that Birmingham saw when he came in turned into an empty house in a blink of an eye, and there were only a few people in the huge conference hall and the Violet Archduke who kept rubbing his hands.

"Why are you bothered, they are annoyed, and there are a few less help to deal with the demon nest. The Archduke Violet had some reproach for the countess, but surprisingly, the countess did not express her anger at the Violet Archduke's questioning, but remained silent, and agreed with the Violet Archduke's words.

"Okay, let's look at it step by step, alas, what is this, I was going to retire and not do it, but it turned out that something like this happened, our King is really too young, why can't you afford to wait, you just wait another decade or two, who would dare to oppose you." The Grand Duke of Violet shook his head weakly, and his always kind face also showed a trace of regret, as if he was lamenting the fall of Ryan VIII, knowing that even if this eloquent king created great achievements, leading the demon to the mortal world was enough to make his soul never return to the embrace of the goddess, and his destination was only hell.

"Come with me, Juggernaut has something to tell you. After lamenting the end of Lane VIII, the Violet Duke finally remembered his mission, and said to the people of Birmingham, "By the way, Anduran, you can come with me too." “

"Yes, Master. There were no outsiders present, the blood-colored martial god who was feared by the people of the empire actually called out the word master to the fat Grand Duke Violet, and did not care about the surprise of Birmingham and the others, Countess Andulan honestly followed behind the Grand Duke of Violet, and everyone walked out towards the depths of the conference hall, and went straight to the second floor of the conference hall, the well-textured wooden staircase under their feet made a dull sound with the footsteps of several people in Birmingham, different from the simplicity of the hall on the first floor, the style of the second floor is more like an ancient aristocratic house, the walls are flanked by exquisite oil paintings, the bronze lamps at the corners, and the velvet-like carpets at the feetThere was a faint fragrance in the air, but this fragrance was also mixed with a faint smell of medicine.

The crowd followed Archduke Violet to a red-painted doorway, and the well-carved wooden door opened a thin gap, and the smell of medicine in the air wafted out of this gap.

"My lord, here we are. The rare humility of the Grand Duke of Violet, the fat knuckles gently smacked on the door, and with a clear sound, the door was opened by a woman, and Flona's worried look instantly fell into the eyes of several people in Birmingham, and over Flona's body, the pale face of the sword saint Simmel was clearly visible.