Fei Li saw that the situation that was originally inclined to him was easily resolved by Jung, and everyone was already laughing, he didn't care about the expression on his face and the flawlessness, and the sense of honor as a nobleman made Fei Li straighten his waist suddenly, but he forgot how big his belly was.

Directly hit the round table, although this round table is not a wall, but his weight is about the same as the wall, and Viscount Ferret is not a knight, so after encountering such a great resistance, the straight waist pole was bent down, and the person also fell backwards and sat on the chair.

It's just that the speed of sitting is too fast, and his own gravity is too great, this one, this chair that was already creaking loudly was finally overwhelmed, and he fell to the ground with Ferre, which can stunned all the people present, haha The sound of laughter is endless, and the people who are in a hurry jump up and down, Jung is a cold bystander, looking at this group of nobles who don't know the so-called, and his heart is sincerely despised.

This is the new era brought about by a hundred years of peace, this is the ruling class cultivated without war, and it is really ignorant.

It's just that this is just the world that Jung saw, Nader next to him watched the performance of this group of nobles, and his evaluation of them was completely different, the reason why they laughed out loud here, and they didn't work on the battlefield, and the knight's purpose was only one point, waiting for the price to sell.

These nobles, including Jung, generally have relatively little understanding of Il, some have met once, and at most they have seen twice, and they don't know much about the master's character or political skills, in this case, how could this group of people die for him, this is impossible.

That's why they are grinding here, neither taking the initiative nor defecting to the enemy camp, just here to see how the earl will behave, if they weigh their hearts, they will attack fiercer than anyone else, and if the price is not in place, of course they will do the opposite.

Loyalty is in front of these people, just do not kill the king, as for abandoning the small family to become everyone, it is delusional.

"All right, gentlemen, please be quiet, we are here today to discuss the situation, not to watch comedy. The men of Viscount Ferret quickly carry your master down to rest. Jung looked at these people who didn't want to stop at all, and slapped the table with a breath of anger, even the corners of the table opposite were cocked, and said to the group of people who looked over.

The crowd did not fall silent for an instant, first the three viscounts and the two barons who had stopped making noise, then their servants, then most of the people, and finally the few people who were quiet in the eyes of the majority, and it took a full five minutes.

Jung's authority can be seen here, not very well, and Il's authority can be seen here, even less so.

"Very well, gentlemen, at last quiet so that we can get down to business. Jung didn't care about the attitude of this group of people towards him, just as they didn't care about themselves, and said with a smile to these quiet nobles, they are all here with a purpose, and who is really loyal to Il?

Of course, it may be possible to be effectively loyal to the Earl of Il, but who cares?

"Monsieur Jung, did you have anything to say from Mr. Earl?" interrupted Jung's words while sitting not far from Jung, a nobleman asked his own question.

Jung smiled and looked at this person, it was one of the three viscounts sent to him by Il, Viscount Muller, the ruling area was in the east of Saluzzo, just behind the town of Yuedong, some distance from the main battlefield, but it was not very far, the distance between morning and evening, he was already 46 years old this year, but because he was a knight, he didn't look very old, and the spirit of his clothes made him look only about 30 years old.

His words instantly made the otherwise quiet church start to be noisy again, only this time the voice was very quiet, and it quickly stopped, and they all looked at Jung with blazing eyes, waiting for him to spit out what they wanted. The reason, of course, is that Viscount Muller's words are right at the G-spot of these people.

"The Earl doesn't have anything for me to say. Jung held back his anger and replied, in the past few days, as long as these nobles have a meeting, the first question they ask is always whether the count has anything to say to you, as for the reason, it is very simple, Jung's speech is useless, only the earl's words can protect their interests, so this time when I heard Jung talk about the word business, these people saved as if they were beaten with chicken blood What news did Jung get.

Hearing Jung's answer clearly, these people who were babbling just now sat back in their seats in an instant, tea drinkers, drinkers, drinkers, take off their shoes and pick their feet, and sleep on the table.

As for why he didn't smoke, it was mainly because Jung didn't like to smoke (influenced by a 30-year-old uncle's child), and his temper has never been too good, so those who dared to smoke here, with strong force, were basically wiped out.

It's just that he can't control other behaviors, he can at most intimidate and intimidate such small things, if it involves sending troops, retreating villagers and the like, these nobles instantly turned into unyielding warriors, holding their necks and daring to hit Jung's knightly sword.

Looking at these people, Jung sighed softly and began his routine.

"As of today, there are 14 villages, a total of about 900 people have been killed, of which 30 are elderly, 400 are young children, 220 are adult men, 250 are adult women, none of them have survived, followed by the loss of cattle and sheep, about... Olive Plantation ......" Jung kept reading with a statistical sheet drawn up by Nader on it, and the people below were doing their own thing, but no one was delayed.

"That's the loss of the past few days, what do you think, gentlemen?" Jung finished reading, looked around, well, everyone was busy, and didn't hear what he said.

Jung didn't care, anyway, everyone was pretending, his territory was far away from here, and he didn't panic, and when he was bored, he looked towards the front of the round table, the door of the church, because his eyesight was excellent, and he could see those who were working.

Because even if these nobles were not listening to Jung's speech, but in order to take care of Jung's face, they did not make a loud noise, which also made the office staff behind hear the statistics that Jung said, and after listening to Jung's speech, the expressions on the faces of these people were very different from those of these nobles.

I saw that they all lowered their heads, leaning together in twos and threes to say something, and a few people were gathered together, comforting a person, that person seemed to be crying, but no sound reached Jung's ears, he should have held back, and his expression was filled with some indescribable sadness and depression.

Jung retracted his gaze, his expression a little silent, it is estimated that which staff member should have been born in the village where it was slaughtered today.

Long.

"Guys, do you have no opinion?" Jung didn't know why, and asked the nobles again, in a more serious tone.

Nader saw it in his eyes and didn't speak, he knew that if he didn't speak at this time, Jung would be more comfortable.

The nobles who are doing things are a little confused, originally Jung has always only asked their opinion once, and then the meeting was dismissed, why didn't he play cards according to common sense this time, but although it was strange, but people asked for the second time, those viscounts could continue to ignore it, but the barons had to speak, otherwise it would be too faceless.

"No opinion, sir. After a baron finished speaking, he continued to bow his head, there was only so much he could say, neither offended nor promised, this was too difficult to be a man.

No one spoke anymore but him.

Jung looked at these nobles who did not speak, and became more angry, especially when he looked at the owners of those slaughtered villages, Jung's eyes carried some unknown emotions.

Just as he was about to ask a third question, a hand was placed on his robe, and Jung turned his head, and it was Nader, shaking his head at him, and the meaning was self-evident.

Enough is enough.

Jung looked at Nader for a moment, then returned his gaze to the table, and finally could only spit out two words helplessly.

"The meeting was adjourned. ”

In a word, the sages, as birds and beasts...