Stepping into the Hall of Heroes, Tails saw the large fireplace with which he was indissolubly connected,.。

And in the hall, there are already many Longxiao City vassals who are qualified to participate in the political hearing day.

Tails looked at the scene in the Hall of Heroes and frowned.

The layout of the hall has changed: with the exception of the Grand Duke in front of the fireplace, many seats have been placed on either side of the Oval Stone Hall, facing each other on one side and only in the middle.

But even on such a solemn occasion, the people of the Northland still showed their rugged and unrestrained side.

Obviously, some nobles were not satisfied with the position of the seats, and deliberately adjusted them after sitting down, or one or two steps, as if they were trying to compete with the arranged seats, and from a distance, the meeting site that originally presented a three-sided pocket gradually appeared scattered and scattered after the arrival of the vassals, and the hustle and bustle of the nobles in the north or meeting acquaintances or for the first time made the whole hall look a little chaotic.

Reminds the prince of the Exeter banquet in the past.

But Tails noticed that the Grand Duke bowed his head left and right, but the nearest six seats did not move at all, and even though the many vassals behind them were moving their seats, none of them dared to cross or even touch the six seats.

Looking at the six seats, Tails, who had expected it, already knew it.

Tails' arrival seemed to alarm many people, and the noise was much quieter: many of the Northland nobles turned their heads to look at the strange prince who had not appeared often in the past six years, and showed all kinds of eyes.

The prince bowed his head, deliberately avoiding eye contact with these men, and led by Lord Justin, to an extremely remote seat, away from the dense Northland nobility, Rolf stood behind him against the wall.

"Listen, keep a low profile like that," Lord Justin said coldly, "If there's anything, I've told the people around me, they know what to do......"

But the Lord's words paused.

With the sound of a seat mopping the floor, a young man unceremoniously moved his seat to Tails' side and sat down heavily.

Tails was stunned as well.

"I've never liked Northland meetings – every one of them is like gorillas fighting," a familiar voice came from his side, chattering and colorful: "You know, male gorillas in heat pound their chests and roar at their rivals......"

At the juncture of Tails' stunnedness, Lord Justin's face became ugly:

"Your Excellency Viscount Ian Ronnie. ”

"As an envoy from Qiyuan City, it seems that your seat is not here?"

Beside Tails, Ian, who was learning how to beat the chest of a gorilla, closed his O-shaped mouth, withdrew his hands, and nodded nonchalantly: "I know, my seat is there......"

Following his fingers, Tails turned to the other side of the hall: Ned Monty, the "Dead Crow" whom he had met a few days ago, sat proudly on the chair of the mission in Qiyuan City, laughing.

Behind him, the nobles of the Prayer City Mission stared at each other with grim faces, staring at their theoretical leader, Ian Ronnie, from afar.

"I agreed to introduce him to a few of the 'bold' beautiful widows in Windy City, and Monty finally agreed to help me hold back those old guys," Ian sighed, "but I didn't tell him that in Windy City, the aesthetic standards of the Xitao people are actually different from ours." ”

Tails also sighed, he didn't want to complain about this unorthodox heir of Qiyuan City anymore.

As the Prince of the Stars and the people of Qiyuan City took their seats, the hall regained the noise unique to the Northland.

Until a loud shout, the audience was shaken.

Tails recognized the voice, it was the herald's shout.

With his shout, several nobles who looked different from the ordinary amount, as if they had made an appointment, stepped into the hall in a few minutes, either quickly or slowly, morning or night.

"Count Philenburg, Solon Kirtson!" The first man to walk in was about fifty years old, and he was actually dressed in a military uniform, and his eyes radiated a sharp light, which made Tails frown.

"Earl of Storming and Hartingshire, Holt Najir!" this is an old nobleman, slowly moving forward with the support of his attendants, but the nobles beside him all subconsciously avoid the way.

"Earl of Wild Glades, Stone Linner!" Count Linner seemed not much smaller than Kirtson, he was dressed strictly, his expression was serious, and he did not squint, as if he was ready to go to battle at any moment.

"Earl of Kaishan and Origami, Karn Kierkegaard!" the middle-aged guest was of medium stature, with a flat face and a slow pace, and he came alone without an attendant, seemingly unmoved, but the most striking thing was his left sleeve, which was empty: it was a one-armed earl.

"Earl of Ironshire, Brooking Hearst!" the visitor was the youngest, in his thirties, with a golden beard and a smile that matched his angular features.

The five men walked into the hall one after another, and under the gaze of the nobles in the hall, they walked to the front of the stone hall and sat down without hesitation in the five positions closest to the Grand Duke.

The chatter and noise in the hall suddenly subsided.

"They, plus the Prime Minister of Lisbane," Ian whispered in Tails' ear, "are the six most trusted and important counts of King Nunn during his lifetime, and it is said that these six families, each of which is as strong as a nation, and the number of warriors they can pull out without hesitation to go to war is more than 20,000 men, almost twice as many as the Walton family." ”

"They all seem to be experienced rulers. Tails said softly.

"King Nunn doesn't allow his men to have corpses or people with low abilities, so what you see are people who have worked under him for decades, spreading the name of Longxiao City and even Exterway for him - not like us in Prayer City, forget it - in short," Ian shook his head, "This is also one of King Nuen's legacy. ”

"It has also made Longxiao City the strongest and most terrifying force in Exeter. Tails carefully observed the five counts and added.

"That was in the past, when King Nunn was still around," Ian shook his head disapplausively, "and now?" ”

Tails nodded.

But then he heard the five counts interacting.

"How's your territory, Karn," said the uniformed Earl Curteson, "since Your Majesty broke the neck of their last Grand Duke, the cubs of Beacon City will not dare to provoke you again." ”

"Cut off the," said the one-armed Earl Karn Kierkegaard, who did not give Curteson the slightest face, his expression unchanged, and a look of rejection: "We all know why we are here—less bothering to say hello." ”

The self-deprecating Curtson snorted coldly and turned his head.

"Soul Killing is still as sharp as ever," Earl Nagil, who looked the oldest, fixed his eyes on the Soul Killing Spear behind the Grand Duke's seat and sighed, "but the man who sat underneath it, for whom we were allegiant, is no longer there." ”

As he said this, the expressions of the five counts all sank in unison.

Nagil shook his head, his eyes melancholy, "When was the last time we got together?"

"Six years ago," replied the ice-stern Earl Lynne behind him, and he shifted his chair heavily, as if everything around him was unpleasant to his eyes: "First the stars, then the scourge, then the dragons, and finally the black sand collars...... When we arrived with the people, only His Majesty's funeral remained. ”

The five were silent for a moment.

"Hmph," Linna's words were not finished, he shook his head coldly: "The inexplicable choice of king, five outsiders plus Lisbane, has decided the ownership of our feudal lord, making the most powerful Longxiao City become Exeter's biggest laughing ......"

"Linna!" the Goldenbearded Earl Hearst interrupted him angrily, "for Sunset's sake!"

"Save yourself from whining!"

When Tails heard this, he couldn't help but cast a shadow over his heart.

Selma.

What kind of vassals have you faced in the past six years?

Count Lynne snorted disdainfully, and was about to speak.

"Eagle County and Earl of the Bloodland," the herald's voice rang out again, "Regent of Dragonfall City, Charles Risban!"

Finally, Tails saw someone familiar.

The Count of Lisbane was as steady and calm as he stepped into the hall with an unmistakable expression.

Unlike before, the nobles were quiet the moment the Regency of Lisbane came in.

Only the five counts looked at him without showing any weakness, and Count Linna even sneered lightly.

The Regent of Lisbane walked up to the five counts with an indifferent expression: "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to be here. ”

"It's not you, Charles," Count Nagil shook his head and smiled ugly, "It's not you...... We are here in response to the call of the feudal king. ”

Lisban turned his head and glanced at Najir.

"Of course. Lord Regent whispered, and he turned and took his seat closest to the Grand Duke's seat.

The other four didn't even look at Lisbane.

As if he was not one of the six at all, not their companion.

Looking at the interaction of the six counts, Tails frowned.

"Ian. ”

The prince suddenly took a step towards little Ronnie and spoke softly:

"Tell me, in this matter, Longxiao City is not your only hope. ”

Ian, who was waving his hand to his own mission, was slightly stunned.

He looked back and looked puzzled, "What?"

Tails looked firm: "Tell me." ”

Ian frowned slightly, as if thinking of something, "You don't seem to have much confidence in us?"

Tails shook his head, unable to see any emotion: "Just tell me." ”

Ian narrowed his eyes.

"Of course not," in the end, the heir of Qiyuan City still snorted lightly: "Longxiao City is just one of them. ”

His face was slightly gloomy: "At this time, my sister has probably already arrived at the Guarding City with a mission." ”

Tails groaned for a moment.

"Guarding the city, Grand Duke Leco. ”

He remembered the bald old duke, and the scene he had roared in this hall six years ago: "Of course, twenty years ago, they were among the reinforcements. ”

The prince raised his head and looked worried: "But what you can think of, Rumba can also think of—just like when you came to Longxiao City." ”

Ian whistled and waved his hand nonchalantly: "My sister will have a way, God knows how she is going to tempt that old bald head with those big **s to send troops into the army, or with her mouth - who knows which one." ”

Tails frowned.

He noticed that Ian's gaze slowly froze in midair, thoughtful.

"You don't seem to like your sister very much?"

Ian snorted, seemingly unimpressed.

"Don't get me wrong, we used to be very good," little Ronnie sneered from his nose as he looked at the dragon spear stone carving in the clouds above his head, "but now he is almost like a mortal enemy." ”

His expression was sarcastic.

Tails raised an eyebrow: "Mind if I ask why?"

Ian didn't speak, he just glanced at Tails with a complicated expression.

At this moment, a louder shout came from the door:

"The blood of Nekaru and Sarah—"

The Northlanders in the hall turned their heads in unison!

With the sound of countless seats colliding, all the Northlanders stood up.

Even the six counts were no exception.

They all clenched their right fists solemnly and pressed them to their hearts.

"The heir of the Dragonlance family—"

Ian sighed and slowly stood up.

Urged by countless disgruntled eyes, Tails also quickly stood up.

"The ruler of Longxiao City—"

In the thunderous shouts, Tails saw a light figure in the gap through the layers of shoulders, but it came slowly with heavy steps.

It's her.

The girl, whom he knew all too well, accompanied by Nicolai, walked past the upper and lower vassals on both sides and walked to her seat.

The only seat of the one.

The girl's face was calm, her posture was elegant and decent, and she moved forward step by step.

"You ask me why," Ian's voice came slowly from his ears, "Look, that's why." ”

The Star Prince was stunned, and he turned his head.

"What?"

Ian curled the corners of his mouth into a mocking smile.

"Six years ago. ”

"Exeter's first ever female archduke, in Longxiao City, succeeded to the throne in this hall," Ian's eyes froze, he turned his head, glanced at the soul killing spear on the fireplace, and then looked at the girl who came slowly in the center of the hall, and there was a depression in his voice: "Female archduke." ”

"Since then......"

"My dearest twin sister, the woman who conceived with me in my mother's womb. ”

"Just see me as ...... Her dearest brother. ”

Tails froze.

Wow, wow, wow......

Through the layers of crowds, the pace of the young lady Grand Duke continued.

She endured the unbridled gaze of countless men, swept through the discussion of countless men, whether overt or covert, walked past the historic rough floor tiles of Valhalla, and walked into the council that for hundreds of years only male aristocrats were qualified to enter.

Step by step, walk to your seat.

For a moment, Tails wished he didn't have dexterous hearing or clear vision.

For he saw that the men in the hall, young and old, high and low, all looked at the figure of the Grand Duchess and her countenance without scruples, from front to back, from top to bottom.

He also heard them chuckling, joking, and lewdly commenting on the Grand Duchess's figure, face, and even her ......

An inexplicable anger welled up in his heart, causing Tails to unconsciously clench his fists.

The more you pinch, the tighter it gets.

But the girl is still moving forward.

Wow, wow, wow......

Her footsteps slammed on Valhalla's centuries-old earth, making a crisp sound.

The floor tiles of Valhalla are still as strong as they were in the past, indestructible.

But the girl is still advancing.

Wow, wow, wow......

Her boots continued to hit the tiles, even if they never shattered or shook in the slightest, she never stopped, never stopped.

He never backed down.

"You know, from then on, my sister's eyes," Ian's voice continued, and the eyes of the heirs of Qiyuan City flashed dangerously, "those beautiful eyes no longer look at the makeup and clothes, at the dowry and money, at the young handsomes who may become her dependence and destination in the future, at the things that women are born to care about and care about." ”

Instead, he looked at his father. ”

"Look at me. ”

Tails didn't speak.

The girl's body is light and her expression is calm, but her footsteps are still heavy.

It's like carrying a thousand burdens.

"You've changed the rules, Tails," Ian's voice was unhurried, but full of unresolvable gloom, "You're with Rumba." ”

He looked at Tails' eyes with an unsettling color: "It's you." ”

"You took my sister. ”

The girl finally walked up the steps that belonged to the Grand Duke.

Nicollet stood on the first step, her most important bodyguard, and he could not take a single step forward.

The girl had to walk up the stairs alone.

Step into her seat.

Alone.

As the girl walked to her seat, the herald's deliberately prolonged shout came to an end: "The Grand Duke—"

"—Thelma Walton!"

Under the gaze of countless people, Thelma sat down slowly, unable to hide her paleness.

Everyone under the stairs, the vassals belonging to Longxiao City, bowed their heads.

Respect to their feudal lords.

But Tails heard it.

With the blessing of the sins of the River Hell, he heard it clearly.

In the archduchess's chest, bursts of vigorous and powerful pulsations were constantly reaching his ears.

It was Selma's heartbeat.

Fresh and powerful.

Even the chaotic sound of people sitting down in the hall could not be concealed.

Tails let out a long sigh.

"I see," Tails sat down in his seat, looking to Ian beside him, thoughtfully, "For the sake of the crisis of the Freedom Alliance, you came to Longxiao City, and your sister went to Vigilant City...... If you fail......"

"Nope. Ian coldly interrupted him.

There was a flame in the eyes of the heir of Qiyuan City that Tails could not ignore: "I will not fail. ”

"She will only be the one who will fail. ”

"It can only be her. ”

Tails turned his head and looked at Ian.

"You just said," the second prince bowed his head slowly, and his words were meaningful, "I took away your sister." ”

Ian frowned.

Tails let out a long sigh and slowly clenched his fists, "That's right. ”

"I took it," Tails took a deep breath and looked at the Grand Duke, who was looking at the Grand Duke with a strong composure at the audience, "it is indeed 'your' sister." ”

Tails smiled.

He turned his head to look at the archduchess who was about to speak, leaving Ian with a suspicious expression.

Just now, as Thelma slowly walked up to his seat, as Ian told the story without hatred, Tails suddenly came to his senses:

It turned out that six years ago, he still had Rumba.

What they're doing in this hall.

It's not just about compromises.