Chapter 120: The Rabble (8)
I'll get straight to the point, does anyone want to get involved?
Lothric's words caused the silent hall to explode, and the nobles gathered could no longer maintain their previous calm, and they exchanged their heads and ears.
For a moment, the quiet hall became noisy, and although the nobles kept their voices down as much as possible, the overlapping of whispering conversations made the hall as lively as a vegetable market.
It's normal for them to have this reaction.
Because the name Lo Slick alone is very worthy of their caution.
Loslick.
This name does not simply refer to a certain person, but the title of the Lothric family from generation to generation, it is not only the noble glory of the entire family, but also the name passed down by the successive heads of the family, it can be said that every word Sir Lothric said at the moment, represents the largest nobleman in Night City&ash;&ash; The next policy of the Fire Transmission Family, and according to the rumors among the nobles, the Lothric family is likely to have a close relationship with the chairman, and may even be the chairman's microphone in the aristocratic class
Just the fire transmission family is enough for them to mention the spirit of the twelve, not to mention that it is likely to convey the will of the chairman behind it
That's why the nobles are so cautious.
What will happen next for the Fire Transmission Family?
Is this what Lo Slick wants to ask, or is it instructed by the chairman behind his back?
Does the chairman have a new will to convey?
Is it the chairman who is not happy to see that there are nobles who treat the untouchables well, or is it the Lothric family?
Will the chairman's attitude towards untouchables change next?
The nobles whispered to figure out the meaning of Rosric's words, and they actively used their little heads, and the gears in their heads were about to spark when they turned rapidly, repeatedly looping what Lustric had just said in their heads, carefully studying the tone and demeanor of his words when he just said them, trying to judge what he meant in the question he had just said.
Is it a friendly inquiry, or is it with some other connotation?
This is also the favorite thing of the aristocracy to do&ash;&ash; through a sentence of the other party, to analyze all the personality curves within the other party's three generations of kinship.
But soon, without giving them much time to think, Sir Lothric spoke again.
You don't need to be so alarmed, and you don't have to bother to speculate whether the chairman is instructing behind my question, or what the next policy of the Chuanhuo family will be, I just want to know how many people support and how many people oppose such behavior.
Sir Lothric's voice was soft, with the magic of letting down his guard and creating trust, and the nobles below had different expressions, some smiling, some nodding slightly, all of whom seemed to agree with what he said.
But they all have the same thing on their minds.
Is it really that simple? I believe you're a ghost!
The hall fell silent again, but soon a shrill voice broke the silence.
I'm against it!
The nobles immediately looked in the direction of the sound, and saw the black-haired Sir Winston covering his chest with one hand, his eyes were red, and his expression was hideous: I am against such an act! Christina must be punished this time! We have tolerated this aristocratic shame for too long!
You see that one thing she did was something that a nobleman could do? And how many nobles have been poisoned by her? 、
Sir Winston impassionedly counted Christina's guilt. However, there was no other nobleman to speak, and when he saw that no one dared to stand up and speak, he felt even more angry, and immediately turned his head to look at a nobleman.
Alan! Have you forgotten that you were raced with a crotch firecracker by her?
Among the nobles, a handsome man with brown hair was watching the play, and when he found that the fire had burned on him, the smile on his face suddenly froze.
Ms. Munster, have you forgotten that she threw you in the ghetto?
Dame Munster's expression froze.
Sir Dungal
The more Winston spoke, the more excited his voice became, and the tone of his voice became higher and higher, he had obviously lost his mind, and he was dancing to go forward to catch Lothric, but as soon as he took a step, a sharp and piercing sound of breaking the sky resounded in the ears of all the nobles!
Boom!
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