Chapter 445

"Dang --!"

Just as the dark haired wizard stepped into the door, the "crossbow" he made by himself was on his neck, and the sharp blade made of forged steel was cold to the bone.

Of course, it is far less than the murderous eyes of the girl in front of me

"Arrogant, how dare you lie to me!" Charlotte's face was full of anger, her repressed voice contained anger, and her tight face was extremely calm:

"You! How dare you bully a benefactor... Bet on the name of the Turin family, and I will definitely make you pay the price!"

"Er... You seem to have forgotten that my last name is Turin..."

"Shut up!" Charlotte's eyes sharpened:

"Loren Turin, don't be too conceited. You're just a wizard consultant now... Who does the prince think he is? He can only send his confidants to negotiate with a count of Bain!"

"Tell me, where is his so-called sincerity?!"

Loren looked at Charlotte so calmly: "it is because of me that his highness Brandon has paid enough sincerity for this meeting."

Although the bottom of my heart scolded a bastard who was hiding in the dark to watch the play 10000 times, on the surface, Loren had to stand on his side and try to make the countess Charlotte negotiate with herself calmly.

"Really?" Charlotte sneered, not taking any notice of the dark haired wizard's words.

Looking at her tight face, gnashing her teeth but trying to be patient, Loren could only slow down her tone: "with all due respect... I'm afraid your last negotiation with his highness Brandon was not very smooth?"

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

"Very simply, for some reason... It is obvious that there are some misunderstandings between us. It will not have a good result to continue the previous negotiation before resolving these misunderstandings." Loren explained very vaguely:

"But there is no doubt that we both need each other's help, and this alliance is what we need... So please take away the knife and listen to me patiently."

"Need it all? Hum!" the countess gave him a dismissive look: "it's really nice to say that you need the assistance of the Principality of Byrne more

Nevertheless, she took back her sharp blade and sat on the chair in the room with a frosty face.

"No, it's mutual benefit," stressed the dark haired wizard.

Restraining her anger from the bottom of her heart, Charlotte looked at the "relative" coldly: "although Brandon returned to the imperial capital, he is still just a prince with an empty title and no real power... Although I had plans before, now you don't seem to be worth my alliance!"

Although she was still cold and aloof, the black haired wizard couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at the bottom of his heart.

Good. As long as she is willing to talk, there will be a play

In my memory, it was the first time that I was in such a disadvantageous position and completely unreasonable... The Royal Highness really likes to give up and throw the trouble of dealing with the aftermath to himself.

"Just because your highness Brandon has nothing now is the premise that you are willing to form an alliance with him, isn't it?" Lauren's mouth showed a faint smile:

"If it were your highness connord, I'm afraid the future of the Principality of Byrne would not only be brutally dismembered, but completely annexed by the saxophone empire!"

"You know very well that I am definitely not talking nonsense, but a completely predictable fact... You sacrificed yourself to come to the imperial capital to avoid this result?"

Charlotte's hands clutching the handrail tightened involuntarily, and her chest fluctuated slightly under her skirt.

"What's more, his highness Brandon doesn't have nothing now." when he came to the countess, Loren looked around: "isn't the invitation in your hand the best evidence?"

Charlotte's eyes flashed a glimmer of insight, but she still frowned and snorted coldly: "it's not enough just a wizard college?"

"Yes, it's not enough." seeing her expression, the black haired wizard couldn't help laughing: "but with the help of the college, your highness can contact the guild in the imperial capital, and even many nobles who are willing to make friends with wizards."

"On the face of it, it is the aristocrats with a long history, the Holy Cross Church representing faith, and the upstarts promoted by his majesty who have mastered most of Golovin's financial resources and power."

"But in fact, it is the major guilds composed of these civilians, little nobles and wizards who really control the flow of people, material allocation, commodity import and export and tax sources in all walks of life... They are the mainstay of Golovin and can provide fresh blood for the city."

"To control them is to control Golovin... To control the imperial capital is to control the saxophone empire!"

Charlotte could not help frowning slightly and thinking about the meaning of what the dark haired wizard said.

"Of course, his highness Brandon, who has no power, is in a very difficult situation. It's not a matter of words to deal with these people." he whispered, and Loren looked at the strong Countess calmly and sighed:

"But compared with you... It's nothing to mention!"

Charlotte's expression froze.

"If you were not at the end of your tether... Count Charlotte Turin, you would never have taken a great risk to try your luck in the imperial capital, or even commit yourself to a prince of the de sallion family."

"In other words, whether you, the Turin family or Byrne's future, there is not much choice!"

At the moment of speaking, the originally calm countess's shoulders kept shaking, and her eyes seemed to be burning with fire!

"I tell you this because I have to let you know one thing... I didn't come to meet you with Brandon's permission. On the contrary, he didn't know what happened today."

"Why?!" Charlotte tightened her face.

"In a sense, it's the same reason as you." the dark haired wizard continued to mumble and pull, "for his highness Brandon, for myself... For the Principality of Byrne and the Turin family."

"That's right... Whether you agree or not, my name is Turin, and I'm also a Bain - even if I haven't lived in Bain in my life, it doesn't mean that I turn a blind eye when I see a girl named Turin in distress... If there's any offense, please forgive me!"

The voice fell, and Lauren bowed to her expressionless.

Charlotte, whose face was like frost, was at a loss in front of his sudden sincerity and openness.

That expression and what he said seemed... Not to deceive himself?

Besides... He is indeed the blood of the Turin family.

A moment of silence made her eyes clear and firm again. She raised her head and looked at the black haired wizard in front of her:

"Yes, but I have one condition."

Under Charlotte's excited eyes, Loren looked very calm: "please speak."

"I can forget Brandon's humiliation and his disrespectful actions. Like... As you said, Byrne and Turin don't have much choice. Even if he is such a bastard, I can only accept..."

Although Charlotte suppressed her anger, the black haired wizard could still hear the countess's "grinding teeth".

Brandon de sallion, what have you done

"But at least, he must show enough strength to prove that he has the ability to restore Byrne and let the Turin family regain the title; this is my final decision, and there will never be any change!"

"If he can't do it, or dare to bully me again..."

"I will show him what kind of faith and determination a Byrne person will have!"

The countess's excitement was indeed expected by Loren. What really surprised Loren was her calmness... Her majestic momentum and determination not to swing because of her emotions are really admirable.

Of course, the other party really has no choice, which is why Loren has no fear... And then scolded a bastard prince who threw the pot to himself 10000 times in his heart

"I don't know... What kind of proof do you want?"

"Well, just like you said before." Charlotte raised her mouth slightly and smiled coldly: "how about making the wizards and Guilds of gloven loyal to Brandon?"

After a moment of silence, Lauren finally smiled and bowed to the petite Countess sitting in the chair:

"As you wish!"