Just as Tails and the others fled the city gates, in Valhalla, in front of the Hall of Heroes, a tense confrontation rarely seen since the founding of Exter was staged.

In the flickering firelight, the four Grand Dukes' respective guards and the retinue of a few special nobles—the other nobles at the dinner were not allowed to bring their retinues in—stood alongside the white-bladed guards and palace guards who remained behind, and stood in formation with the help of the Northlanders' tacit understanding, their bows and crossbows wound, their swords unsheathed, and their ugly expressions in front of the Hall of Heroes, guarding the nobles in this oval stone hall.

Opposite them were outnumbered and unidentified strange soldiers, firmly guarding the corners and corridors.

Their men, all dressed in patrol attire and equipment, were densely packed, filling almost every porch outside the hall. The soldiers stepped on the historic tiles, and many of them couldn't help but look at the surrounding décor with strange and awe-struck eyes, as if they were visiting for the first time, and some were not used to this palace that meant so much to the Northlands.

What's even more strange is that the leader of this group of uninvited guests is actually a short-haired female swordsman, her eyes are indifferent but fearless, and the fingers of her right hand are constantly flicking on the hilt of the sword.

Under the light of the brazier, Grand Duke Ronnie of Qiyuan City walked out of the dimly lit Hall of Heroes with a cold and angry face, and the guards and retinues on both sides made way for him, but the vigilance in his hands never let go.

The long-haired Grand Duke of Qiyuan City waved away an entourage who was about to put on a cloak for him, and looked coldly at the uninvited guests in front of him, his gaze rolling on their swords.

"Show up, it doesn't matter if you're hiding anymore. ”

Grand Duke Kurikun Roni retracted his fierce gaze and said coldly, "We can all smell the disgusting smell of your territory from three stone steps—although we belong to the same Northland, your soldiers are very different. ”

The soldiers of the "patrol" in the first row exchanged a few glances, but they seemed to be well-educated, and still did not say a word, just coldly stared at the guards and guards defending the Hall of Heroes.

"Where's the Fire Knight?" Grand Duke Ronnie snorted coldly, not looking at the leading female leader, "No matter what you want to do—whether it's besieging Valhalla or murdering the Grand Duke, you won't let a soft girl lead the troops, right?"

The short-haired female swordsman looked cold.

Her right hand no longer flicked, but gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, and she took a defiant step forward.

"Be careful, Your Excellency," she said in an unkind tone, her eyes full of contempt and contempt, "your little life is in the hands of this soft. ”

"Little girl," Archduke Ronnie shook his head disdainfully, "go home and weave, the sword is heavy." ”

Sonorous!

The female swordsman's weapon was suddenly unsheathed.

Like a flock of birds alarmed by the bowstring, the guards around the Grand Duke, whether it was the white-bladed guards or the palace guards, or the retinue of Qiyuan City, all rushed up nervously!

But they stopped: Grand Duke Ronnie raised his right palm and held them firmly at his side.

The female swordsman looked at the Grand Duke of Qiyuan City with a frosty face, and her sword blade stopped in front of Grand Duke Ronnie's throat.

The Grand Duke remained motionless from his eyes to his body, but looked at her without flinching, as if it were not a sword pressed to his throat.

"It's okay," Ronnie said coldly, "Let's see if our little cutie really has the ability to hold a sword." ”

A cold glint flashed in his eyes: "And murder—the guts to kill an archduke." ”

The female swordsman's gaze was cold, and the blade stepped forward without hesitation, touching the skin.

Ronnie's pupils narrowed.

His neck was cold, and blood was already dripping.

Behind the Grand Duke, the inhalations of the attendants were clearly audible.

But there was still no expression on Ronnie's resolute face.

At this moment, a deep and deep male voice came from the "patrol".

"Be polite, Chloehi," a middle-aged nobleman in military uniform with a vicissitudes of life and a steady footstep slowly walked out of the crowd, "We are not here to fight. ”

He was followed by two nobles, one in plate armor with an old-fashioned face, and the other tall and thin with sharp eyes.

The female swordsman, Chloehi, snorted softly, and then stepped back and withdrew her sword.

Ronnie slowly lowered his head, stretched out his hand to wipe his neck, and looked at the blood on his hand with a subtle expression.

The soldiers of the "patrol" made way for the newcomers.

"Don't be so nervous, everyone," the tall, thin young nobleman smiled and bowed politely to the guards, "We are not enemies, and we should not face each other with swords. ”

Ronnie lowered his hand, his eyes rolling over the newcomers, and he snorted softly without giving any face.

"Sure enough, surprises are never late," Archduke Ronnie's face grew colder and colder, and he stared at the middle-aged nobleman:

"Charman Rumba. ”

His retinue frowned in unison.

Grand Duke Rumba nodded imperceptibly.

The eyes of the two archdukes met in the air, one was as cold as ice, and the other was dull.

In the next second, Ronnie's gaze shifted back to the female swordsman.

"Hey, Chloehi, is it," Grand Duke Ronnie said, his eyebrows curled up in amusement, and a different look appeared in his eyes: "Your sword is very steady." ”

He looked at Croes's sword, felt the pain in his neck, and nodded approvingly: "It's kind." ”

But Croesy just stared at him coldly and didn't say anything.

Grand Duke Ronnie's eyes moved.

"It's been a year since my wife died. ”

"Both the Ronnie family and Qiyuan City lack an archduchess," Ronnie Archduke released an unrestrained gaze, looked at Croesy from head to toe, and then said solemnly, "Are you interested?"

Rumba looked at their interaction, frowning slightly.

Chloehi's eyes narrowed as well.

"Go find an obedient weaver, Your Excellency," she said, retracting her sword from its scabbard, and speaking coldly and fiercely, "save me ...... on the wedding night."

Croeich glanced unabashedly at the archduke's crotch: "Cut off your two balls." ”

Grand Duke Ronnie laughed haulously, but his gaze at Chloehi became more and more subtle.

"Blatantly digging up my subordinates," the Grand Duke of Rumba on the side said lightly, "I'm afraid it's not appropriate, right?"

Grand Duke Ronnie turned to Rumba, and the original smile on his resolute face became no warmth at all: "Ask and you won't get hurt." ”

Rumba raised an eyebrow.

The tall nobleman beside him, Viscount Cambida, whispered a few words behind the Grand Duke's ear.

"Why, if I don't take this sword," said Archduke Ronnie, pulling his long hair back to the back of his neck, "Are you never ready to appear?"

"Of course not," Rumba's face remained unchanged, "I just want to wait for someone to join." ”

At this moment, another voice interjected into the conversation under the sword.

"Don't bother," a sleek and sophisticated voice subtly appeared in the middle of the conversation between the two, "we are all waiting for your visit." ”

Behind Archduke Ronnie walked out a man with a pot lid - the Grand Duke of the Rebuilding Tower, Pacius Trudida of the Telludada family had a playful smile, but his eyes were full of vigilance and coldness.

"When was the last time we met, Chaman?" said Trudida, smiling, "Twelve years ago?"

Rumba looked at the neighbor of the Rebuilt Tower, who was also south of Exeter, adjacent to the Black Sand Collar, with jealousy and deep thought in his eyes.

"Five years ago," he said lightly, "when Xingchen was at war with the orcs, there was an emergency meeting of the three Grand Dukes of our south. ”

"Oh, yes," Trudida patted the lid of her pot and said suddenly, "yes, there won't be any interest without it, that's you." ”

He smiled.

"Ignoring the king's invitation, but at the moment when the king was missing and Longxiao City was in chaos, he brought thousands of people into Valhalla—Grand Duke of Black Sand?" Grand Duke Trudeda's protruding chin moved slightly, and he looked at the soldiers beside Rumba, and asked with deep meaning.

"That's why I'm here to find you. Grand Duke Rumba said slowly: "We are facing an extraordinary state of affairs, which concerns your vital interests. ”

Grand Duke Ronnie tilted his head and sneered disdainfully.

"Extraordinary situation?" another deep voice entered the conversation of the three, "What do you mean by that?"

The rough-looking and classically dressed Rebien Auretheus also appeared at the door of the Hall of Heroes, and the beard of the Grand Duke of Willan was extremely conspicuous and impressive.

At this moment, he looked at Rumba coldly, his eyes full of suspicion and vigilance.

Rumba's eyes swept over the three archdukes one by one.

"The king died last night," said Charman Rumba lightly, as if to tell a trifle, not surprisingly small, "We need to talk about the future of Exeter." ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a lot of commotion on both the side of the Black Sand Collar and the side of Valhalla.

Viscount Kambida and Chloesy frustrated their subordinates.

But Rumba's eyebrows furrowed.

Because he clearly saw that the three Grand Dukes in front of him were still calm and unfazed.

It's as if I knew everything a long time ago.

Well.

It seems to be a little more difficult than expected.

Rumba said to himself.

But so what?

But there is another hurdle to be crossed.

But another Nunn.

"Oh?"

Finally, an old voice sounded behind the three Grand Dukes, and the oldest Grand Duke of the Guarded City, the bald Rogers Lecco, coughed and walked out slowly: "That's really unfortunate. ”

"I suppose concerning the death of the king," sighed the old duke, "you, Chaman, who suddenly appeared here, have some important news to tell us?"

"As you say, Rogers," said the Grand Duke of the Black Sands, solemnly, "I have come to tell you something. ”

Archduke Leco laughed, looked at the floor tiles of Valhalla, and said playfully: "Then we might as well ...... Say in the Hall of Heroes?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly, turned sideways and let go of the door of the stone hall, revealing the flickering light of the brazier: "It's only the five of us, it's enough." ”

"You don't need so many pawns. ”

As soon as these words came out, the three Grand Dukes on the side of Valhalla looked at Rumba with different eyes.

But there is a deep suspicion and vigilance in them.

This is Exeter.

Rumba sighed softly in his heart, and snorted softly.

My Exeter.

His eyes began to focus.

Bearing the gaze of the four high-ranking and powerful Archdukes of Exeter, who were on an equal footing with him, Charman Rumba indifferently stretched out his hand and pressed the Count of Lewandowski and Viscount Cambida who were about to speak behind him.

"Of course," he looked at him with a clear gaze, swept over the four colleagues and swept into a semi-circular formation, firmly guarding the white-bladed guards and palace guards at the door of the Hall of Heroes, and nodded, "This matter can only be circulated among the five of us. ”

Croesy gave Rumba an inquiring look, but Archduke Rumba just stretched out his palm and made a downward gesture

In the next second, Charman Rumba strode forward without hesitation, and under the gaze of countless people, he left the Black Sand Collar soldiers alone.

He walked past countless blades that glowed with cold light, and walked towards the stone door of the Hall of Heroes.

He walked into the airtight formation of the Valhalla soldiers, leaving them to look at each other.

He walked past Ronnie at the front, and received a look of surprise and admiration from the latter.

He walked past the Grand Duke of Auretheus, and the bearded Grand Duke frowned, his thoughts uncertain.

He walked past Trudida and Lecco, who exchanged glances of concern and apprehension.

On the cloak of the Grand Duke of Black Sand, the iron fist pattern representing the Rumba family is faintly visible.

It wasn't until he had fully walked into the darkness of the Hall of Heroes that the four Grand Dukes came to their senses and exchanged glances.

Cambida and Count Lewandowski stared at them fiercely, and Chloesy even tapped the hilt of his sword, the threat was self-evident.

"What do you say?" Trudida rolled her eyes.

Both Alesio and Leco frowned and did not speak.

"No," Ronnie said coldly, looking into the dimly lit hall, "Look what he says." ”

Charman Rumba stood quietly in the Hall of Heroes, beside the brown and black rectangular table, his face lit up by a large brazier on six iron frames.

He knew that just last night, the young Grand Duke Conkley Peverett had been twisted two steps in front of him by King Nunn.

But at this moment, Rumba just looked quietly ahead, at the innermost seat of the rectangular table.

He remembered that in the first half of his life, his father and mother had brought him and Harold here countless times to bow to the throne.

It was there that Nunn Walton VII sat on that throne, giving orders to the citizens of Exeter, from the Grand Duke to the officials, from the nobles to the commoners.

The king of the Commons sits here and controls the entire Northland—no, most of the Northland, and the North of the Stars is not yet in Exeter's hands after all.

His gaze turned around the stone hall, lingering for a moment on the ubiquitous dragon lance banner in the clouds.

On the innermost ledge, the gun rack where the Soul Killing Gun should have been placed was empty.

Just like Walton, who was once in the sky, like the dragon spear in the clouds that shocked the northland.

Dragon spear in the clouds.

At that moment, Rumba wanted to laugh.

"All right," said the voice of the Grand Duke of Alesio, unceremoniously from behind him, "we will not invite you to sit down. ”

"Say it. The bearded man said coldly.

Rumba closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then slowly open your eyes.

"Kingdom of the Stars," Charman Rumba slowly turned to face the four Grand Dukes, his eyes sharpened, "The Prince of the Stars, and their secret department, have planned a conspiracy intended for Exeter. ”

Grand Duke Ronnie frowned slightly.

"They even took advantage of the calamity," said Rumba lightly, "Unfortunately, King Nunn died in the midst of the conspiracy. ”

Leko and Trudida looked at each other, as if with deep meaning.

Rumba took a step forward and clenched his fists.

"The kingdom of dragons is facing unprecedented difficulties," said the Grand Duke of Black Sand, with an unmistakable meaning in his voice, "It's time for us to unite." ”

No one spoke.

No one moved.

No one responded.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that the four Grand Dukes chuckled in unison.

A chuckle evolves into a laugh.

The laughter turned into a sneer again.

The sneer lasted for almost a minute.

Grand Duke Rumba frowned.

Finally, Grand Duke Ronnie spoke coldly, unceremoniously:

"Go home and grass yourself, Rumba. ”

He snorted fiercely, with disdain and contempt in his eyes, as if he contained ten thousand years of ice:

"The Kingkiller. ”