Chapter 672

Time goes back to an hour ago

"Absurd -!!!"

The count of anget was furious and looked at Charlotte with wide eyes; The right hand holding the sword slammed on the table. The poor round table was overwhelmed by the old man's "repeated ravages" and moaned in a low voice:

"Charlotte Turin, you're talking about Duke Byrne. This is the round table Council! It's not your girls' house in the boudoir!"

"On the contrary, I am making a rational proposal to you and everyone to meet everyone's needs." the countess calmly raised her eyes and leaned forward slightly in the direction of the old man:

"The one who yells and makes trouble... It's you, count angert."

"You --?!"

Before the old man could speak, Aton and count baus of loyal soul castle took the first step to hold him down; Trish Eckert, sitting opposite, was also trying to wink at angel's special envoy, and the hilt of his right hand hit the edge of the table to remind him.

Here is the round table parliament, threatening an irrelevant outsider may not matter; But if you draw a sword against a knight Lord, the consequences are not just words.

Especially Charlotte Turin, they are still on the chassis of red blood castle... Guy angert, whether he can leave alive is unknown.

"What do you mean?" Charlotte pressed the count of angert and turned her eyes to the others. "What do you think of this proposal?"

"Elect Loren Turin... To be the Duke of Byrne!"

In the dead hall, no one spoke.

Before the round table, all Knight lords were stunned by the proposal; A pair of eyes constantly swam between each other and sat on their seats at a loss.

"Let me state in advance that this idea was not suddenly thought of by me, but had already been planned - more importantly, this proposal met all our requirements." Charlotte tried her best to breathe gently and calmly:

"Count angert, frowning, just wanted to say something, but in the eyes of the count of storm castle, he finally stopped talking.

"Sounds good, but..."

Count Eckert opened his mouth. He shook his head and turned his steady eyes to the countess: "this is not in line with the system of the round table parliament, and there has never been a similar precedent - there has never been a knight king or duke in Byrne's history, who was elected from outside the thirteen Knight lords!"

There was silence before the round table, and all Knight lords had not fully recovered from their shock.

"Thirteen noble knights stood side by side and elected the noblest as king..." with a sigh, Aton glenwell, with a bitter smile on his face, clenched his teeth and interrupted the silence:

"Unfortunately, count Eckert, it seems that our ancestors did not strictly stipulate that no one other than thirteen should be elected."

This problem is a trap left by Charlotte on purpose. Aton can already guess what she's going to say next.

Charlotte Turin, who has been pursuing all her life to restore the glory of the Turin family since she was a child... How can she not know the story of the knight kings of the past dynasties?

"Exactly." sure enough, the countess's mouth immediately showed an extremely proud radian:

"Esselvov Turin, the fourth generation Knight king of Byrne - he had many achievements in the war against the dwarves. As a result, the round table Parliament of that generation did not elect his brother Edgar, the count of red blood castle at that time, but jointly elected him as the new Knight king."

"The knight's College of fury castle was built by ethelwolfe, and appointed the Earl of fury castle at that time and the leader of the guard of the knight king as the president of the first generation college; uncle Eckert, don't you forget?"

"Of course I didn't forget!" the count of Eckert, who was almost speechless, paused and said again, "but it was only a special case, we..."

"This time is also a special case!"

Abruptly interrupted the words of the Earl of fury castle, Charlotte, who clenched her teeth, slowly got up with her hands on the table and met the shocked, incredible and complex eyes:

"Gentlemen... I know what you're thinking."

At the moment, her sharp eyes even suffocated many Knight Lords.

"I know that some of you are thinking of me, others are thinking of Turin and Bain, and some... We just need to know it and don't have to say it," she said faintly:

"I don't want to cause a civil war, whether empire or Byrne; I want to see a united Byrne gathered under the banner of the Turin family and let the world witness her rise again!"

"So I made this suggestion to you; I gave up the chance to be Duke of Byrne just for your sake; you don't have to worry about facing a Duke who is too strong and rules you like the imperial governor in the past!"

Aton glenwell shook his head silently and closed his eyes.

What she really wanted to say should be the Duke ruled "like the knight king in the past".

"For the sake of Byrne and for the sake of you, I have put forward a choice as far as I can." Charlotte whispered, "it's also the best option I can think of."

"Or... Are you going to quarrel and fight with hundreds of knights outside in the next three days, and finally choose a knight who can 'represent all Byrne' to be my husband?" she sneered and screamed:

"Everybody... We really don't! There's time! It's time!"

The aggressive Charlotte ended this speech in the most impassioned way; Holding her breath, she sat down slowly and looked nervously at everyone in front of the round table.

The hall was silent again, and even the most grumpy count of angert was silent.

Finally, it was count Eckert who broke the last silence with a tired sigh:

"So... How can we make hundreds of knights outside accept this result?"

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When Charlotte spoke, Loren was completely stunned.

Duke Byrne?

I?

She's kidding, isn't she? I'm a good caster, the Royal wizard consultant, the president of the wizard Association... How did I become Duke Byrne?!

But Charlotte's expression was not a joke. She looked at the Earls with different expressions behind her, then looked around and straightened her chest:

"Byrne's knights --!"

"All of you know why we are here; why the round table parliament will be convened again after three generations!"

"Because Gaspar Vern, the former governor of Byrne, trusted by the Empire, is a true pagan! He used his power to poison Byrne for more than ten years and privately formed a terrible heretical group to destroy Byrne's faith!"

"And finally, on that night, he showed his true colors... Led his heretical church to capture and destroy Bain Cathedral, brutally killed hundreds of priests and nuns, set the cathedral on fire, and even the bishop himself fell under his shameful sword!"

"On that night, a knight exposed his plot; a knight stuck to the altar of the cathedral until the last minute, personally stabbed the mob and avenged the cathedral and countless enemies!"

"Therefore, adhering to the legacy of the Knights of all dynasties, Charlotte elected the most noble..." Charlotte finally turned her head and could no longer restrain the smile on her face:

"Thirteen of our round table members elected Loren Turin as the next Duke of Byrne!"

"God bless Turin -!!!"