Council of the Lords of Gerthorne.

Seventy-eight Drow housemothers, recognized by Gerthorne, fanned out in this dark council chamber in order of their respective family status.

Sitting behind the high platform at this moment is none other than the Shadow Lord's ——— Sinia Bennet, who has firmly ruled the entire city of Gerthorne for a hundred years

And the person who was responsible for presiding over the meeting in front of the stage and reading out the proposals submitted by the mothers was her second daughter Christine.

This was supposed to be the position of Kristi Bennett, the eldest daughter of the Shadow Lord.

However, for Zhuoer, whether it is the replacement of the position of the master mother or the infringement of rights between children, it is a normal thing.

If... One day, Sinea, the mother of the Shadow Master, falls, and that is what may bring a little shock to the drow of the various families.

The whole council was as long and complicated as ever, and it was basically a trivial matter that had happened in the city of Gerthorne in the last month, but which needed to be presided over by the Council of the Mother-in-Charge.

However, according to Drow's habits.

These so-called proposals, proposals, disputes between families, and the division of interests were all privately traded before they were submitted.

Submission to the parliament is nothing more than a formality, playing a role similar to publicity.

However, the atmosphere today seems to be a little different.

These housewives who seem to be a little too mature seem to be holding out the little excitement of watching the latest gossip.

Able to become the masters of the upper sequence of the city row of Gerthon, their ears and eyes are like complex cobwebs that extend in all directions throughout the city and even radiate outward.

Naturally, I received yesterday's news that Hogg, the new lord of Zeellandia, ——— 'ally' of the new mistress Deshana Jadir, was assassinated by the Bangil family on the way to the audience.

What's even more interesting is that at the banquet held by Deshana yesterday, the eldest daughter of the Bangier family also brought Lucifer, the flower of Gerthorne, to the banquet.

even sent an invitation to the half-dragon jackal in public, and released a signal of reconciliation.

But to everyone's surprise, the other party politely refused.

The drow are a very strange race, they treat the weak as cold as winter, and they treat their comrades even more severely, and life and death are the norm.

However, when dealing with the strong, especially the strong of the opposite sex, they are often not stingy and show a trace of hypocritical kindness, and the treatment may be higher than that of the male Drow wizard, and they will always give in the flesh as a sign of grace.

Moreover, the Bandier family is deeply rooted in Gelthorne City, although the ranking is not high, but it is also at the lower and middle level, which is much stronger than the downstream family of Jadir, who has just experienced the change of the main mother.

In the face of such temptation, the other party actually adhered to the 'ridiculous' covenant and was not moved in the slightest?

If this melon ends here, it just thinks that the gnolloll is a little interesting.

And the style of the development of things, not long after the Bangil family left the 'cruel words' at the banquet last night, with the outbreak of a majestic aura of holy light, many noblewomen of the family in the banquet suffered from unspeakable concealment, and completely took the eighteen bends of the mountain road, becoming unrecognizable...

In the aftermath, the matriarch of the House of Jadir, Deshana, claims that it was the result of the divine punishment of a fallen paladin, and the Bangil family remains silent as if dead.

Watching the excitement is not a big deal, the drow find things more interesting, and they can't help but sigh that the hand of the Bandier family is too 'inferior', and it is too offended to the drow, and the housewives are deeply aware of this.

It is because they are all faintly looking forward to today, today, the Dishana who sat in the corner without saying a word and was as indifferent as a warrior monk, what crime will she appeal to the Jadir family later, and what kind of punishment will she be determined in the end?

At this critical juncture when the beast tide is invading and the magic ship is about to be explored, Bangil's attack on the 'reinforcements on the way' is indeed inconsistent with Drow's philosophy.

Even the so-called lords of Zelandia were just a fig leaf for their 'justification' in order to collect taxes.

In this regard, the drow elf is a typical example of making a table and setting up a memorial arch.

Since it has been approved, it must be recognized, especially when they really need new cannon fodder replenishment to reduce the loss of their own fresh forces.

In the midst of this great anticipation, Christine, the presiding officer of the meeting on the high platform, was slightly stunned after picking up a new proposal.

She couldn't help but glance back at her mother, who had forgotten her faint fear, and read it out without receiving any response:

"The following article was proposed by the Bangier family, "Decree --- Plan for the Establishment of the City by the Lord of Zelandia. 》”

The mere reading of the name of the proposal made the breathing of the housewives in the entire council suddenly stagnate.

There are no mediocre mothers here, but in an instant, they have figured out many contexts through this topic, and they have a great sense of brightness, and at the same time, they can't help but admire the good means of the Bangil family to oppose the guest.

But the Dishana in the corner remained silent, as if none of this had anything to do with it.

In this silent and paradoxical atmosphere, Christine has read the proposal to the end:

"In view of the fact that Gerthorne is plagued by the tide of beasts, I propose, in the name of the Mother of Bangil, that a militia under the command of Lord Zelandia be built thirty miles north of the city, under the escort of our army.

"With this as a barrier, it can resist the direction of the largest beast tide in the north, and it can also be guarded against the intrusion from the direction of the Iron Molten Fortress.

"Once the fortified city is completed, the city of Gerthorn will save at least 300,000 drows of gold in military expenses every year, and thus liberate four elite guards of 1,000 men and at least 10,000 slave servants.

"Look at the Shadow Lord and all the people present, and consider one or two.

"This move is all about the prosperity of the city of Gelthorn, and for the counterattack on the surface of the Silver Moon Royal Court in the future.

"Agnes Benjir ——— Hajj!"

As this decent proposal was read, the entire Mother Council was in an uproar.

For a while, there was a lot of discussion in private.

At this moment, a housewife raised her hand and spoke openly and asked:

"The proposal is good, but the question is, how many new forces can a gathering place of fugitive slaves in Zeelandia muster, even if it is barely a militia team, under the constant attack of beasts, how long will it take them and how many supplies will it cost us to be able to handle such an important task?"

Another plump and boldly dressed housewife sneered, it was none other than the banker's housewife, Agnes:

"I wonder if all of you here have realized that in the past five years, there have been fewer and fewer slaves in our city of Gerthorne?"

The mistress who had just questioned her face froze slightly, as if she realized that this was really the case.

"I only counted a few days ago, and the number of slaves in the city of Gerthorn has been plummeting since five years ago, even if there are slaves from all over the world every day, but every once in a while, these slaves will be reduced.

"So, how did these slaves disappear, and where did they go? You may not believe it, but this number is conservatively estimated to be more than 20,000 so far! Isn't 20,000 enough to build a mere defensive town?"

Even the housewives who had heard about this matter showed shocked and incredulous expressions, "How is it possible!"

"But there is nothing there, how can it be possible to feed so many people?"

"Yes. ”

Seeing that the effect had been achieved, Bengil sneered and pointed at the ugly Dishana and said:

"Then you have to ask our dear Mistress Jadir what she has done in the last five years. I sent a team of Shadow Dancers to Zeellandia overnight yesterday to investigate, and so far nothing has been heard.

"I don't know where our mastress Jadir has buried my dear shadow dancers!

"And you've been cultivating so many private armies in the past few years! What are you doing?"

As she said these last words, she looked meaningfully towards the throne at the top of the council, behind the veil.

The wolf's ambition is obvious!

The mother of the Bengil family, see you in the poor dagger!

At this moment, all eyes were focused on the pale Dishana.

"It's all up to me what I do, I, a young mistress who hasn't even sat down in a position just now, can I still covet the throne under the shadow crown right away? ”

"Is it useful for you to object?" the Bangil housewife sneered, then turned to Christine on the stage and respectfully asked, "I would like to ask Your Excellency the Speaker to vote on this proposal by referendum." ”

The Banger mistress looked at the speechless Deshana with contempt and sneered disdainfully.

'A little hoof who has just come of age to succeed to the throne dares to fight me! ’

Christine thought for a while, and still said: "Let's summon Hogg, the lord of Zelandia, to come in person first, maybe only he, as a lord, can better solve our doubts, and even if it is a referendum vote, in principle, we still have to get the consent of this lord." ”

The housewives smiled playfully.

......

In the Jadir family mansion, Levi, who looked haggard, was enjoying breakfast boredly, while waiting for the decision of today's meeting.

As a result, I waited for such a summons order, and I couldn't help but look confused.

"There's something wrong with me?"

Levi, who figured it out, said with a mocking face:

"This group of Zhuoer really likes to set up the archway. ”