Chapter 659

Aton glenwell deliberately lowered his voice. Only Lauren heard what he said. Lucian still stood behind with a blank face and looked around vigilantly.

The black haired wizard was surprised at first, then quickly calmed down, and his eyes narrowed into a slit:

"What do you mean?"

Should Charlotte be Duke of Byrne... Is he testing?

"Don't get me wrong, Lord Loren Turin, this is not a hypocritical clich é or temptation." the count of storm castle's smile seemed to melt the ice and snow, and whispered in Loren's ear:

"Charlotte is like my own sister to me, so I sometimes can't help thinking about this problem; if I really want her to become Duke Byrne, is it really out of trust and blood recognition..."

"Or the dirty political compromise that made her a victim of everyone's interests?"

Lauren was silent, but her eyebrows frowned.

He was a little uncertain; The other party's expression doesn't seem to be lying, but it's not easy to determine whether it's really tempting.

"So... Are you not going to help Charlotte, or are you going to be Duke Byrne yourself?"

"No, on the contrary; once anyone who is not a Turin family becomes the Duke of Byrne, the blow to the whole Byrne will be devastating - which means that Byrne will split or give the Empire an opportunity to participate in Byrne's internal affairs."

Aton smiled softly and his beautiful eyes glittered: "so at this point, I absolutely support the red blood Castle - storm castle can't, twelve Knight lords can't, and only the Turin family has this qualification."

But... The dark haired wizard whispered in his heart.

"But do you really want Charlotte to carry such a heavy burden?" Aton sighed in a low voice, and the luster in his pupils was very complex: "you know... I met Yuli weiltz a long time ago."

Lauren glanced sharply, her eyes alert.

What the hell is he trying to say

"At that time, I didn't inherit my father's title, but Yuli vilz was already a Duke... He was only ten years old, so small, his crown was bigger than his head, and his cloak almost wrapped him in it, like a cobweb tightly bound to his body."

"But when I saw him, his cold face, his eyes without any emotion, his petite but desperate figure... I did see a real Duke who could make people kneel in front of him willingly."

"At the age of weak crown, she has to bear a burden that ordinary people can't imagine, which will inevitably make people sad; and Charlotte, if she wants to become Duke Byrne, she will only bear a thousand times more than Yuli veltz!"

The Earl of storm Castle said slightly, "Yuli weiltz, he is just a stranger with some admiration and regret to me, and Charlotte... Is my blood relative."

"What I said is very selfish, but I don't care if this kind of thing happens to others, but I can't accept that this kind of thing will happen to my own blood relatives!"

Sighing, Aton put his right hand on the black haired wizard's shoulder:

"I can't watch her... Like Yuli weiltz, put on the skin of hypocrisy and indifference, and be strong in death and loneliness."

"Even if I have to pay some price, I will protect her."

Lorraine glanced, and he finally understood what the count of storm Castle wanted to say.

Looking back at the gray pupil behind him, Lucian didn't seem to notice the dialogue between them; Of course, it may also be that he deliberately pretended not to hear and kept silent.

"Marriage." the dark haired wizard raised his head and looked sideways at Aton Grenville. "You want to marry the Turin family and become Charlotte's husband."

"This is the only way I can think of to solve all the problems." the count of storm Castle admitted it without concealment and said softly:

"Turin is in the north and Glenville is in the south. The descendants of the knight king will rise again after Duke black. No one in the Lord of all Byrne will have the strength to question Charlotte, and I can protect her in good faith."

"If so, why do you have to talk to me about this?"

Laurent did not change his face and asked, "I'm just Turin; for red blood castle, I'm even half an outsider."

"There are many reasons, partly because of Charles."

Aton sighed helplessly again: "because of this brother, although I have tried my best to be nice to her, I still can't make Charlotte really trust me... So, I have to have another reliable person to help."

The black haired wizard raised his eyebrows and said, "how do you know I'm reliable?"

Looking at Lauren, Aton suddenly showed a mysterious smile:

"Because of Reuven Friede, because of the corona family, lusack kovo, the Royal wizard Academy..." he spoke slowly and deliberately made these names very clear:

"Because Brandon de sallion... Do you need more reasons?"

"Have you investigated me?"

"I have to know what kind of person my potential allies are?" Aton nodded slightly and said meaningfully: "more importantly, I have to understand what my allies need."

"So please rest assured that Byrne is a loyal ally of his highness Brandon de sallion anyway... What Gaspar Wayne did is enough to dispel all Byrne nobles' Thoughts on his highness Connor."

"We will fully support his highness Brandon, even if it is just to prevent Prince saklan from taking over."

The dark haired wizard was silent, and his eyes were fixed on Aton.

Quarrels can be heard in the hall behind the wall, and there is a fragrance of birds and flowers outside the corridor. The midsummer sun stops just a few feet away, and their figures are shrouded in shadows.

"Cough, cough..."

There was a sudden cough behind him. Lauren and Aton, who turned their heads almost at the same time, saw that Lucian, who was making a wink, carried his right hand behind him and pressed his left hand behind his mouth.

Loren immediately understood; Aton also loosened his shoulders, carried his hands and looked at the murals on the wall with great interest, as if there were some new things on these hundreds of old antiques.

Sure enough... Less than half a minute later, a burst of hurried footsteps came from a distance.

It's coming so fast.

The sound of anxious footsteps echoed in the corridor. You can even hear how "obscure" the master is to express how dissatisfied he is at the moment, and how angry he is.

"Earl of storm castle, Lord Aton glenwell, why are you here?" Charles turned black. Even so, he didn't forget the etiquette and politely stopped ten steps away:

"I remember the count told you to leave now and return to your room at the same time?"

Aton reluctantly shrugged at the black haired wizard, and then nodded to his own brother with the same meticulousness: "red blood Castle housekeeper, your excellency Charles glenwell, I remember count Charlotte only said the first half, and the second half should be understood by yourself?"

"This is not the place you should stay." Charles was still reluctant and his expression changed.

"I'm a guest here." smiling Aton did not give in. "As a host, shouldn't you know how to treat guests."

"The premise is that the guest is worthy of respect, not an evil guest with an evil heart."

"I'm sorry, are you implying someone... It doesn't seem to come from an aristocrat."

"That can only ask you to adapt as soon as possible... In addition, I don't mean to imply anyone. I'm just talking about you."

... for ten minutes, there is still no sign of the end; Loren and Lucian stood aside and looked at each other, watching the two Glenville sneer at each other in the space, completely stunned.

"Lucian, what's that..." looking at the meaning that the two people haven't stopped, Loren tried to ask the gray pupil boy, "were you and your brother the same?"

"Julie veltz? Of course not." the grey pupil winked and whispered, "we're from El Mans. We're not so rude."

"Then you..."

"We all rely on fighting to solve the problem." Lucian took it for granted: "those who win are reasonable, and those who lose can only admit their fate."

"... does your brother agree?"

"My brother? Who cares whether he agrees or not. Anyway, I'm the one who wins every time."

"..." Loren Turin.